Alle Kapitel von THE ALPHA'S WIFE IS NO LADY: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

The heavy velvet flaps of the royal war tent fell shut behind us, cutting off the biting mountain gale and the grim sight of the bloodied pass. Inside, steam rose lazily from iron braziers burning with scented cedar and sweet pine resin. Thick, plush winter furs covered the layered carpets, and the soft glow of flickering candlelight bathed the spacious shelter in amber warmth.My body was trembling. The sudden surge of adrenaline that had fueled my fight with Malakor was rapidly draining away, leaving behind a hollow, overwhelming exhaustion. My mind spun in chaotic circles. A twin brother. Somewhere across the vast, uncharted southern oceans, blood of my blood was still breathing.I stood motionless at the center of the rug, my father’s white-gold signet ring heavy and warm on my thumb.Damon stepped up behind me, his silent, powerful presence radiating an intense thermal heat that immediately pierced through the ice clinging to my hair. Without a word, his large, calloused hands mo

The quiet inside the High Assembly Hall was so absolute that the sound of red glass dust falling from my palm echoed like dropping stones.Elder Vane stood frozen at the head of the crescent table, staring down at the useless piece of painted glass in his hand, the fake Moonborn relic he had tried to frame me with. His face drained of every last drop of color, his knees knocking together in complete, paralyzing terror as thirty pairs of eyes locked onto his betrayal.Damon didn't wait.With a dark, guttural growl that vibrated through the stone floorboards, the Wolf King drew his massive broadsword. Shadow magic hissed off the dark steel like black flame as he strode across the dais, his silver eyes burning with lethal intent."Traitor," Damon spat, raising the heavy blade to sever Vane’s head in a single, brutal arc."Damon, stop!" I called out, my voice ringing across the cavernous room with absolute royal authority.The heavy steel blade stopped a fraction of an inch from Vane’s pa

Standing atop the massive stone border wall, I looked down into the muddy ravine where Alpha Kael stood alone. Black mud coated his pristine leather boots, and his hair was tangled from days of frantic traveling. Up here beside me, Damon held my waist, his broad hand resting heavily on my hip in a possessive, unyielding grip. His silver eyes burned down at the disgraced Alpha like a hungry predator watching a helpless goat."Elara!" Kael yelled, his voice cracking with desperate, wild emotion as he stared up at the high stone ramparts. "Please! I know you can hear me! You don't have to stay with that monster! I came to bring you home!"Damon let out a low, dangerous rumble in his chest, his large fingers tightening around my waist, pulling my body flush against his broad, warm frame. "Should I take his head now, my Queen? Or do you want to play with your former pet a little longer?""Let him speak, Damon," I said softly, resting my hand over his large knuckles. "I want to end this onc

The terror in Captain Valen’s voice echoed through our shared mind link, cutting through the roaring mountain wind like a iron blade. The nursery inside the central citadel held every pup in the Nightfang capital, the future of our entire realm, completely unprotected while the main garrison defended the border wall.Damon’s jaw locked, his eyes flaring with a violent, terrifying silver light that turned the air around him freezing cold. Shadow magic surged from his body in wild, uncontrollable waves, cracking the stone floorboards beneath his heavy combat boots."We cannot march back in time," Damon rasped, his voice trembling with a dark, primal rage that threatened to consume his sanity. "It takes twenty minutes by horseback to reach the upper citadel from this gate!""We do not need twenty minutes," I declared, my voice ringing with cold, absolute certainty.I reached down to the ornate leather sheath at my hip, drawing one of my silver Sun-Moon blades. Without a single moment of

The heavy oak and iron doors of the royal master suite slammed shut, locking out the frantic chaos of the castle.Damon didn't set me down immediately. His massive, calloused hands remained locked under my thighs, holding me pinned against his broad chest as he carried me toward the oversized stone fireplace roaring in the corner of the grand chamber. My head rested against the crook of his neck, my skin pale, clammy, and cold.The physical toll of using blood-sacrifice spatial magic without proper recovery was catching up to me fast. My core felt like an empty, hollow abyss. Small black spots danced across the edges of my vision, and a deep, bone-chilling shiver wracked my entire frame."You pushed yourself too far," Damon growled softly, his voice thick with a mixture of raw, possessive terror and unyielding devotion. He kicked open the double doors to the private thermal bath chamber, setting my feet gently down onto the warm steam-heated stone floor. "Your internal heat is dangero