Blythe Everard: Never Kiss The Alpha의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

"Blythe Everard! It is one thing that your womb remains empty of a wolf-pup, but now you dare fail the High Alpha’s household?"Honoria Northcott’s screech echoed from the lower floor of the Silvermere Moon Estate, vibrating through the stone walls and setting Blythe’s inner wolf pacing in agitation. Frost crept along the windowpane, signaling the brutal winter settling over the Frostmere Border Territory."Are you trying to starve me and Benedict to death before the pack patrol?"Blythe lay motionless on the velvet settee, her heart numb. For six long years, she had carried the mark of High Alpha Caspian Northcott’s mate in name only. Six years of his mother branding her a barren, useless female. Yet none of the pack elders cared to acknowledge the truth: Caspian had never once bared his fangs, touched her skin, or marked her neck since the day of their Moon-Bond."Get down here and sort my training pack right now! I have mandatory trials at the Northcott Alpha Dominion, for Moon's s

"You’ve finally made up your mind to sever the bond?" Alwyn Rooke asked tentatively, keeping his silver-streaked eyes on the road ahead while guiding the crimson sports machine through the snow-bound pass of the Frostmere Border Territory.Alwyn was her childhood packmate, an Alpha-born wolf from a high-ranking family who had watched her waste her youth inside the Northcott domain."I have never been more certain of anything in my life," Blythe Everard said, a light smile gracing her lips the moment she stepped away from the Silvermere Moon Estate.She was a breathtaking female, and that simple smile seemed to instantly burn away six long years of lingering darkness, illuminating her sharp, royal features with newfound strength. Her inner wolf stretched inside her chest, howling with a fierce, long-denied hunger for freedom.Alwyn let out a heavy breath, shaking his head. "I honestly thought you would let that mate bond drag you into the ground. I’ve been sick with worry for six years

Blythe Everard pushed open the rusted double gates of the ancestral Everard Pack Manor. Frost coated the stone archways, and a thick layer of dust blanketed the long-abandoned halls where her late father had once ruled as an Alpha Elder.She pulled off her leather gloves, tied an apron over her clothes, and began sweeping away six years of neglect.Underneath a wooden bench near the cold hearth, her hand brushed against an old crystal framing slab. Blythe pulled it out, wiping away the grimy film to reveal a glowing portrait taken six years ago during the Moon-Bond ceremony. In the image, she was radiant, her golden eyes shining with hope. Beside her, High Alpha Caspian Northcott stood stiff and distant, his sharp jaw locked, dark impatience written in every line of his face.Beside the frame lay her leather-bound pack journal.Every page was filled with meticulous notes: Caspian’s preferred blood-meat cuts, his preferred battle wounds balm, the moon phases that triggered his feral ra