Darius X Alador Mga Nobela at Kwento

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

The scent of dark cedar, wine, and raw Alpha power settled over me. Vaelin spoke first. His voice was deep and stripped of interest beyond the practical. “You brought cleaner stock than usual, Hoax. Father will be pleased with the delivery.” Their father. King Alpha Xorax. The same man who had ruined me before I was old enough to understand what had been taken. He was somewhere behind those black doors, and his sons were looking down at me like fresh meat brought home for the pack. Kaelen let out a short, pleased sound. The tip of his scabbard tapped lightly against the chains on my wrists, making them clink in the quiet.

Of all the names whispered in half-forgotten stories, Kaela’s had always sounded more like myth than flesh. The one who had stood when the packs were still wild, who had carved a den out of chaos. To see her now, eye to eye— She forced herself not to stare. The scarred male thumped his chest. “I am Darius,” he said. “Alpha in the age of the Red Famine. I kept this pack alive when food was bone and frost chewed our tails.” “And I,” the frost-haired woman said, “am Seris. Last Nexus before you. Oracle of the Blood Moon. I held the Moonstone when it nearly split from overuse.”

“I’m the bridge.” Kael’s jaw clenched. “And Darius wants to use you to break us. Not unite. Break.” Before she could respond, the chamber trembled. Dust sifted from the ceiling. Runes on the walls flared crimson, not silver. A low, mocking laugh echoed from the stairwell. Darius stepped into the doorway, alone, unarmed, crimson tunic immaculate despite the bloodbath at the stones. His pale blue eyes glittered with triumph. “You’re predictable, cousin,” he said softly. “Always running to your mother’s grave when you’re desperate.”

He kissed me like he only knew, made me forget everything. Past midnight, I finally left his room and walked past one of the dorm rooms to see them in bed. Valira was slammed from behind, as Cordelia was kissing him, his hand touching her naked body. His face turned. Darius, a warlock from the graduating class, is powerful and arrogant. His blond hair fell on one side of his face. He pulled out from Valira and slapped her ass, turned to Cordelia. His arousal hangs. I wanted to giggle.

Darius’ expression changed instantly. The moment shattered. “What is that?” Lyra asked. “Trouble,” he said. Her stomach tightened. “Kael?” Darius didn’t answer. But he didn’t need to. --- Miles away— Kael stood at the edge of his territory, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Dark. Unmoving. “You’re sure?” he asked. The scout nodded. “Yes, Alpha. There’s increased movement around Darius’ territory. Something’s changing.” Kael’s jaw tightened.

A rejected Luna who had brought war to their doorstep. As the sun began its descent, the ground trembled. Darius's forces crested the opposite ridge like a black tide. Hundreds of wolves. Warriors in heavy armor. At the center rode Darius himself, bare-chested and painted with fresh war markings. Seraphina was nowhere to be seen. Either he had lied about her condition or kept her hidden as leverage. Darius's voice carried across the valley, amplified by alpha power. "Elara! Come to me now and this ends peacefully. Refuse and I will paint this valley with the blood of everyone who sheltered you."

Kai said, giving him a high five. Moments later, Darius and Alaric returned with their plates and sat on either side of Lily. “Two mates, both kings… aww,” Amber said dramatically. “I’m not a king—and maybe never will be,” said Darius. “Oh, come on, Darius,” Alaric replied. “It’s not like your old man has another heir.” Darina hesitated but couldn’t resist her curiosity. “Darius, how did you even become the Demon King’s heir? When we met you, you were a werewolf and an assassin—and now, a demon prince?”

Destiny can sure play dirty games at times. “Cassie!” I call and she jumps in fright. “Follow me” I instruct as I place the mic on the stand and that earns me confused glances from both mum and Ella. I’m going to explain everything to them later, I need to sort this out right here and now. “Alpha Elijah” Cassie calls with a tiny voice and I close my eyes and deeply inhale her very sweet Pheromone that only I can perceive. The mate bond is so strong that the decision I’m about to make right now causes my heart to bleed, but I have to do it.

“I said who goes there!” Xander took a step out of his hiding place, behind a tree. His head bowed respectfully to her title, also, in an attempt to hide the smile splitting his face. “No need to fear, Princess, it is I Alexander son of Crone.” “Oh!” Xander snuck a peak and saw how Adalia studied him suspiciously. Then suddenly, as if a spark lit in her mind, her expression changed. “Is there a war? A great battle in which my father and I will crush those vile rebels under our feet. We will make them submit to the points of our blades and arrows. Finally a great battle!”