All Chapters of Too Late To Beg, Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

CassianThe carriage rolled steadily over the frozen mountain track, but inside my chest, a dark, murderous storm was brewing.Across from me, Seraphina had finally drifted off to sleep. Wrapped in my heavy bear-fur mantle, she looked so small she seemed to disappear into the seat cushions. Her face was pale, almost translucent in the dim amber glow of the carriage lantern, and her breathing came in soft, shallow rasps.I stayed on the floor rug by her feet.Slowly, carefully, I reached out and lifted her right arm from beneath the fur. I had already cleaned and bound her left wrist, but I needed to inspect the other side before we reached the northern blizzards.I turned her arm gently under the lantern light.My jaw tightened until my back teeth clicked.Her right arm was worse than her left. The skin from her wrist all the way up to the inside of her elbow was covered in a dense web of puncture scars. But as I leaned closer, dabbing away a smear of soot near her inner elbow with a

CamillaThe Great Hall of Riverfang had never looked so alive.Fires roared in every hearth, roasting pigs turned over open pits, and flagons of dark spiced ale flowed freely across the long pine tables. The warriors laughed, banging their wooden tankards together in drunken celebration.Father had declared a three-day feast. The Northern tax ledgers were piled in the center of the hall, burned to ash before the pack elders as proof of our greatest diplomatic triumph. Riverfang owed no grain, no timber, and no silver to the North for ten full years.And all it had cost was one useless, broken stray.I leaned back on the velvet-cushioned settee on the raised dais, letting out a delighted sigh as the maids set a silver platter of honeyed pastries at my elbow. Kael sat beside me, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist, his amber eyes bright with pride."To the future Luna of Riverfang," Kael murmured, raising his silver goblet toward me. "The woman who brought peace without sheddin

SeraThe doors of the royal bedchamber were carved from ancient mountain oak, reinforced with black iron clasps in the shape of prowling wolves.When Cassian carried me through the threshold, the silence of the room swallowed us whole.It was vast, warm, and smelled faintly of burning cedar, beeswax, and dried lavender. A massive granite fireplace roared against the far wall, casting long, dancing amber shadows across deep velvet rugs and polished volcanic stone. Heavy curtains of dark emerald wool hung around a colossal four-poster bed draped in soft white furs and silk quilts.To the right, an arched double door stood slightly ajar. Through the crack, I could see the glow of a second hearth, shelves lined with heavy leather-bound tomes, and weapons polished to a gleaming finish."This is the grand suite," Cassian murmured, his deep voice dropping to a quiet rumble as he carried me toward the bed. "My private quarters are through the adjoining door. No one enters these rooms without