All Chapters of The Alpha’s Last Witness: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The dead man had been waiting for Seren Vale for eleven years.She knew it the moment she saw his face.Not because she recognized him. She didn't. His name, according to the guards whispering outside the council chamber, was Aldric Fen—the keeper of the High Council's records, a man whose signature appeared on treaties older than most living Alphas.She knew it because of the silver seal lying beside his hand.Seven wolves were engraved around its edge.One of them had been scratched out.Seren stopped beneath the stone archway, her fingers tightening around the strap of her travel bag. Beyond the open chamber doors, torchlight flickered over polished black floors. Council guards stood at every entrance, their expressions hard and their weapons drawn.She had crossed three territories, changed her name twice, and spent eleven years making certain no one could connect her to the Vale family.And now, on the first night she returned to the capital, someone had left a dead man and a pie

Seren read the letter three times before she accepted that the words would not change.THE FIRST ALPHA WAS ALREADY DEAD WHEN YOUR FATHER ENTERED THE ROOM.ASK RONAN WHAT HIS FATHER DID AFTERWARD.Her mother's handwriting was unmistakable. Seren remembered the elegant slant of every letter, the way her mother used to write notes and leave them beneath her breakfast plate whenever she had to leave before sunrise.But her mother had been missing for eleven years.If she had written this letter, when had she sent it?And if she was still alive, why had she waited so long?Seren folded the paper carefully and slipped it into the inner pocket of her jacket.She had barely taken a step toward the window when someone knocked again."Miss Vale?"Captain Hale's voice came through the door.Seren froze.She had never told him her real name.Slowly, she opened the door.The captain stood in the corridor, his expression guarded. Behind him, two council guards waited with their hands resting near t

Seren read the note for the fourth time.ASK YOUR MOTHER.SHE IS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK.The words were written in black ink, the handwriting precise enough to look deliberate rather than hurried. Whoever had left it knew exactly which questions would hurt her most.Her mother had been dead for eight years.At least, that was what Seren had been told.She folded the note and slipped it into the inner pocket of her coat. The corridor outside the archive smelled of rain, old stone, and blood. Two guards were carrying the injured sentry toward the infirmary while another stood beside the shattered window, inspecting the broken latch.Someone had entered a supposedly secure wing, attacked a guard, and left a message for her.This was no longer an investigation into a dead man's reputation.It was a warning."Lady Seren."She turned.Ronan stood at the end of the corridor, his expression unreadable. His black coat was damp at the shoulders, and a thin streak of blood marked one of his knuck

Seren didn't sleep.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photograph of her mother. The same face she had mourned for eight years. The same woman whose absence had shaped every important decision in her life.Alive.The word should have brought her comfort.Instead, it filled her with questions.Why hadn't Liora returned? Who had kept her hidden? And why did someone suddenly want Seren to find her now?Most importantly, what was the Silver Seal, and why did the message insist that she bring it?At six in the morning, Seren was already dressed.She wore dark trousers, a fitted black coat, and the boots she usually reserved for traveling beyond the estate. The silver pendant hung beneath her shirt, pressed against her skin.The bracelet was in her pocket.She hadn't told Ronan about the inscription.She wasn't sure why. Perhaps because she needed one piece of the truth that belonged to her alone.A knock interrupted her thoughts."Come in."Ronan entered without his usual entourag

Seren knew something was wrong the moment she entered Ronan's study.The curtains were drawn despite the afternoon sun. Three documents lay scattered across his desk, and a glass of untouched whiskey sat beside an open ledger. Near the fireplace, two guards stood silently, their expressions grim.Ronan was by the window, speaking to someone through his phone."No one leaves the estate," he ordered. "Not until we establish how he entered the territory."He ended the call and turned toward Seren."Close the door."She did."Tell me what happened."Ronan gestured toward the chair opposite his desk."Sit down first.""Ronan."His eyes met hers."Please."The unexpected gentleness in his voice made her pause.Seren sat.Ronan picked up a photograph from the desk and placed it in front of her.The man in the photograph had a narrow face, dark hair, and a scar running from his left eyebrow toward his temple. He wore an old military uniform bearing the insignia of the northern pack.Seren stu