All Chapters of Destined to Save the Cursed Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ANAIYAHNikolai’s meeting had ended ten minutes earlier, but the tension followed him through the corridor. His posture was rigid, his orders clipped, and Orion had avoided every question I asked.Lunara lifted her head inside me.‘Something is wrong.’I found Nikolai in our quarters, bent over maps and reports. He looked up once, then tried to cover the papers with one hand.That movement answered everything.“How many Alphas are moving against you?” I demanded.“Anaiyah—"“Who has Cassian recruited? Why does Orion look like someone stole his favorite joke? Why does everyone know more than I do?”He straightened. “The situation is being handled.”My laugh held no humor. “Handled. That’s what powerful men say before deciding my life without me.”His eyes cooled. “This isn’t Crescent.”“Then stop behaving like the same man who locked doors and called it protection.”I saw his fingers curl against the table.He could have ended the argument with authority. Instead, he reached for one re

NIKOLAII stood over the tactical map, studying the border Cassian had been circling for days. On paper, Silver Crest looked weak there.Two patrol routes had been reduced. Reserve warriors had moved elsewhere. A supply convoy had supposedly been delayed, and the border outpost operated with fewer fighters than usual.Every weakness was mine.I had created each one, then allowed the information to escape through channels Cassian monitored. Nothing vital. Only enough to make him believe Silver Crest was scrambling.The territory held crops, iron, old roads, and families loyal to my line. I knew every name marked beside the settlement. I also knew how many warriors would defend it when Cassian arrived.The sacrifice was real.That made it useful.Orion entered carrying another report. He studied the map, then looked at me.“Tell me you’re not actually leaving that border exposed.”I didn’t answer immediately.His face tightened. “You are.”“I’m making it appear exposed.”“Those families

VAREKNikolai’s hand shifted toward his weapon. “Leave.”I turned my gaze to Anaiyah instead. The metallic scent around her had grown stronger since our last meeting. Her power was no longer sleeping quietly beneath the seals.Cassian had called her a weakness attached to Nikolai. A bargaining piece. A target who had to be eliminated or captured before her awakening became impossible to manage.He had misunderstood her.So had I.A hostile wolf charged from Anaiyah’s left. She turned, raised one hand, and released a concentrated burst of silver-gold energy.The attacker flew backward and struck the mud.Anaiyah stared at her palm, startled. Then she closed her fingers and forced the light down.She remained standing.I had watched powerful wolves destroy buildings. I had never seen power answer protection before violence. It moved through Anaiyah with recognition, not simple force.Nikolai glanced toward her. Pride and anger crossed his expression at once.Anaiyah noticed. “Don’t star

ANAIYAHThe silence after the coup felt wrong.Only hours earlier, alarms, claws, and weapons had filled Silver Crest. Now broken blades lay across the courtyard, blood darkened the stone, and smoke drifted through gaps in the damaged walls.Healers carried wounded warriors toward the infirmary. A woman searched between the bodies, calling for her brother until two guards caught her shoulders and guided her away. Exhausted sentries leaned against the walls, their clothes torn and their faces gray with fatigue.Nobody celebrated.Silver Crest had survived, but survival didn’t feel like victory.I stepped around a fallen spear and noticed a warrior sitting against the west wall. Someone wrapped his arm with a strip of torn cloth while he clenched his teeth against the pain. His eyes followed every person who passed, searching for a familiar face.A few feet away, another guard knelt beside a dead wolf and pressed his forehead against the warrior’s shoulder.I looked away only when my ch

ORIONThe archives smelled like dust, old leather, and every problem nobody wanted to solve.I dropped the battlefield inventory onto the records keeper’s desk. Pages slid across the wood, creating a small cloud of dust across the inkwell.“Good evening,” I greeted. “I’m hoping these books cooperate better than the Alphas.”The records keeper, an older man named Pell, looked up from a ledger. His eyes were tired, but his hands stayed steady. “I heard the council meeting ended poorly.”“Poorly is generous. Roderick nearly started a war over crossbow bolts.”“That sounds familiar.”“It’s why I’m here.”I spread the inventory across his desk. Three bundles of recovered weapons had been brought in after the coup: eastern blades, Westmere crossbow components, and Red Vale ammunition. Each carried a different territory’s mark. Each had been found among the attackers.“Original supply records,” I instructed. “Not the summaries Nikolai’s council reviewed.”Pell studied the pages. “You think t