Novel & Cerita Alpha Amarah Free Read

​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.

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.

Plus after all the lies, I have a right to know. “It’s a new place. Alpha Diamonds land is large. There are lots of hides here, things to explore. My wolf was in his element.” “The wolf everyone is so afraid of?” “Not this again Aria.” He throws his hands up and walks out the room. I think we have hit a sore spot. That, I could agree on.

The moment had already passed the point of no return. What did it matter what he saw? Or who she talked to? Amara was just another pawn in the same tired game. A warning shot in lipstick and Louboutins. The message was always the same: Any she-wolf is good enough for the Silver Peak Alpha--except a human. The ending was already written. She'd read the last page of this book a long time ago. Everything else was just unnecessary plot drama before the inevitable. By the time she parked at headquarters, her shoulders were loose, her smile oddly serene.

“You will not find safety by breaking what is already bound.” The sister lifted her hand and pressed her palm over the mark at Amarah’s collarbone. The Alpha pulled hard against the wolves holding him back. “Amarah,” the sister said quietly. “Forgive me.” She drew her other hand across Amarah’s skin. A thin line of blood traced her fingers and the mark beneath her palm began to burn. The same heat flared at my own collarbone, sharp enough to steal my breath. The sister inhaled, as if pulling something into herself and the ground moved beneath us. Amarah’s body tensed once. The Alpha’s voice rose sharply as something between them broke apart.

By the time the thought had waned, Alpha Williams breathing had calmed and the two men in the room were discussing something so far beyond my comprehension they may as well have not been speaking English. “But we have given him no cause to distrust us, no reason to believe we are anything but sympathisers to his way of life.” “What about Amara?” The Gamma asked and my eyes shot up to meet his as the Alpha growled lightly at my side. “What about her?” “Well, the Alpha hasn’t exactly been discrete in his attentions.” The Gamma stated and I considered that for a moment as I caught on to the train of their conversation. “I never told anyone.” I whispered, fearing that I was overstepping by joini

There was a reason my father was the Alpha; he was perceptive and wise. I frowned a little, taking in the question and closed my eyes. Remembering the cold air, the quietly falling snow. The blood curdling scream that wrenched me from my dreams. I had shot out of the log I was sleeping in, listening, and tasting the air. I heard more screams, the sound of struggle, coming from my left. I ran towards it and had found Janet bleeding and unmoving in the snow. I hadn’t consciously thought to check for the threat, should it have still been around, only getting Janet back to the village.

Yet… The shifted form of the werewolves attack the lycan so ferociously that I hid my face behibd the Alpha's huge back. The sound of panting, growling, and tearing gives me the absolute shivers. “Don't hide Neerah. This is what we are. We are primal. We are vengeful. We are one” Alpha Cuan whisper, pulling me to stand bext to him securely before putting a hand to my cheek softly caressing the skin with gentility before adding “look Neerah. It is only a rotten version. A weak hybrid” he reassures. The way he spoke get to me. Sonehow, I trust him completely abd I looked.

"One more slip like that and we've got them in the palm of our hands." "And we'll crush them," growled Damon, who had lost his best friend, my father, to the organisation. His fists clenched as though he were imagining wrapping it around someone's throat. His head jerked up. He looked me right in the eye. "We are with you, Alpha. Do whatever it takes to get them." I inclined my head. "Of course, I will."

Amara shook her head, her voice trembling with anger as she responded through the mind link. Are you insane? I’m not doing it. She spat with anger, but Damon’s scoff echoed sharply in her mind. Stop being scared. Damon’s voice was cold and commanding. I’m your Alpha, Amara. And as such, you’ll do as I say. Accept it now.