Alpha Amarah Chapter 11 Novels & Stories

Ava’s power prickled beneath her skin, reacting instinctively to the foreign energy around her. They entered the war hall—a circular chamber crowned with a dome of stained glass. The floor was polished dark wood, the walls lined with maps, weapon racks, and banners bearing the East Pack crest: a silver wolf with eyes like fire. And in the center stood Alpha Rhian. He was older than Ashton, but no less commanding. His silver-streaked hair was pulled back into a knot, and his eyes were piercing and strange—like moonlight through smoke. His presence quieted the room the moment they stepped inside.

“Is this you switching sides once more?” “Your Highness, we just want to live,” Alpha Maison stressed. My father scoffed. “You just don’t care enough about loyalty to actually fight for the right to live.” “Well then, we’re getting nowhere here. What’s the verdict boys? Are you still Team Carlton?” I asked them, despite the fact that all three Alphas are actually older than me. They looked to each other, visibly unsure. “He will kill us for turning against him.” “So, you want to turn against him?” Evan asked them.

Sofia relayed to the gathering of the Alphas. There was murmuring and arguments in the Alpha's hall. The Alpha of the Usobo clan, a clan almost as fierce as the Mackenzie clan and on the far side of the South said she should be found and killed, while the Marja's Alpha (one of the battle fierce Alpha with a clan not too far from the Mackenzie clan and are referred to as the Red wolves because most of the wolves there has a red coat when they turn), argued that the Epsilon can be used to eradicate the Vamps ones and for all.

He didn't get a response, but the lunar dust beneath his feet suddenly swirled, forming a small, shimmering spiral—a Weaver’s knot. The 70th chapter closed on the image of the five fugitives standing on a dead world, looking down at an empire in flames. The "Alpha’s Regret" was a memory. The "Alpha’s Return" had begun. And this time, they weren't just bringing a rebellion. They were bringing the Moon back to the sky.

My heart broke and my belly tightened in so much sorrow as tears gathered in my eyes. He drew his face closer, hitting my face with his breath as he ran his eyes over me in suspicion. I knew he didn't believe my story. Neither he nor his brother did. “Alpha!” A voice came up and I stiffened. He jerked back and turned along with his brother. I saw a man run into the place we were, panting. “Alpha Valerius, the Alpha of Blackwater Pack, has been beheaded along with his sons,” the man blurted out and my heart began to bleed. I gripped my fist tightly and looked down, trying so hard to hold in the tears that were threatening to pour out.

But Anna is his replica, with the same piercing shade of eyes. “Dad…” I swallow, feeling a pinch in my chest. “I…” “You what? You ruined things, right?” “I was at the pack house yesterday,” I mutter, hating the way he glares at me, like I am worth nothing. Like I can do nothing. “And I found the Alpha of the Blood Ridge Pack.” “Please tell me you put a knife to his gut.” I bite my lips, taking a slow step back. My eyes fall to the ground, just as I shake my head slowly.

​AMARA'S POV ​The underground chamber fell into an absolute, breathless silence. The only sound was the frantic, uneven rhythm of my own breathing echoing off the ancient stone walls. My trembling fingers tightened around the edges of the aged parchment, the heavy paper crinkling under my grip as my eyes blurred with a fresh wave of tears. ​I forced myself to read the opening line again, the ink sharp and precise against the yellowed page. ​My dearest daughter, ​If you are reading these words, then the High Alpha has already made the greatest mistake of his life, and the Twelve Kingdoms have proven themselves blind to the true light.

The traitor, revealed in their true form, emerged from the chaos, a twisted smile playing upon their lips. With a flash of teeth and claws, they struck at the heart of our pack, causing disarray and panic. The air crackled with energy as our ranks wavered, the weight of betrayal threatening to consume us. Amelia's eyes locked with the traitor's, a mixture of fury and determination burning within them. She knew that this was the final test, the ultimate trial that would determine the fate of our pack. As the chapter came to a close, the clash of steel and the howls of war echoed through the night. The traitor's betrayal had thrown us into disarray, and now it was up to us to reclaim our unity

Alex As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the forest, I gathered my men in the clearing just outside our camp. The anticipation was palpable, each warrior's face a mask of grim determination. We had trained for weeks for this moment, honing our skills and sharpening our blades. Our target: Zane's pack, the ruthless wolves who had taken our Alpha, Amanda. There was a burning fire in my chest, a need for vengeance that mirrored the resolve I saw in the eyes of my comrades. I knew we couldn't lose. Not tonight. Not when Amanda's life hung in the balance.

The servant said again. "What is this urgent meeting about?" Damon asked again "He... he didn't say, sir." The servant answered. "Fine, tell him I'll be there soon" "Yes… yes sir" the servant said and scampered away. Damon addressed the officers in the meeting and called his driver to get the car ready. Christian. Christian was the Alpha of the silverclaw pack. He was also very feared in his pack and his pack members never wanted to come to his presence unless it was absolutely necessary.