Ruins Of Alph 소설 & 이야기

"Yes. Alpha was resisting a bit so I had to kill him, but other than that we had not much trouble ." "Good" he said with a smile on his face. "I suppose your visit to me has some motive?" I asked. "Yes, i just found out about a pack not too far from here whose Alpha is a young girl about your age." Really! A female Alpha? Which pack and what's her name" i asked "Alpha Mahnoor of the Moonstone pack, daughter of Alpha Liam. " "Alpha Liam? Didn't he die two years ago? I never knew he had a child, especially not a daughter. "

The Alpha could save himself. *****

He’s showing me that even if I hide from my others, I can’t hide from him. The silence in the bar is heavy, stretching out until I feel like I’m going to scream. Rikky is looking back and forth between us, her suspicion growing by the second. In that moment, I wish that the floor would open for me to hide. I just finished lying in to Rikky, almost successfully convincing her, and now. I realize then that I really can’t escape them. I realize then that the war between the two Alphas is just getting started. They aren't done with me. They’re just getting warmed up.

Imposters. That was what he focused on. Not the Omega still shaking behind him. Riven crouched, hauling the leader to his feet with brutal efficiency. The Alpha groaned, barely conscious. Riven didn’t spare him more than a glance. “You picked the wrong territory,” Riven said coldly. “And the wrong Omega.” He dragged the Alpha toward the ruined doorway, then paused only long enough to snap his fingers sharply. The other two Alphas stirred, instinctively responding despite their injuries. They scrambled upright, fear radiating off them in waves.

“A village… to the east… it’s gone.” Kael appeared in the doorway behind him, Marcus at his side, both tense as drawn bows. “Speak,” Kael ordered. The guard swallowed hard, voice trembling. “The Alpha King’s banner flies over the ruins. Houses burned to ash. We found… bodies. Dozens.” The room tilted. My stomach lurched as bile burned my throat. A neighboring village. Innocent families. Charred under his reign of cruelty. Kael’s expression turned to stone, his power rolling off him in a wave so fierce the firelight flickered. “He moves against us already,” he said, voice low, deadly.

But its history, as with all dynasties, is stained as much with blood as it is adorned with glory. I flipped past pages recounting ancient battles, noble Alphas, alliances forged and broken. Flipping to the last few pages, my eyes caught a section titled in bold red ink: "THE FALL OF ALPHA ALEXEI." My breath hitched. I had heard that name whispered in passing, always in a tone of sorrow or shame. Alpha Alexei Malvore, the strongest of his generation, he didn't fall to enemies beyond the walls of house Malvore but to his sworn brother. A brothers ambition and the council’s silence ended his reign and left his young son to take over the House of Malvore.

An Alpha. Finally free.

Lucien’s eyes flashed dangerously beneath the wrinkles of the disguise Maya created for him. “You betrayed us.” He went straight to the point. I respected that. But betrayal was always about perspective. “Did I?” I asked casually. “You captured your sworn Alpha,” he growled. “No,” I corrected calmly. “I captured a wolf making emotional decisions.” We reached the ruins deep inside the forest shortly after. Old stone walls covered in vines rose from the darkness, broken by time and abandoned long ago by packs smart enough to fear this place. The air itself carried old, dangerous and useful magic.

Or what was left of it. The ruin stood like a graveyard of giants. With little fig covering the land. The air here was wrong, thick with decay and humming with an unnatural pulse. Black magic. It prickled at my skin, slithered beneath it like a parasite, but I didn’t care. My children were here. I moved cautiously, stepping into the shadows of the fallen walls, eyes scanning the ruins. The stories said this place still held power, that it had been cursed by the First Alpha before his death. Whispers of madness, blood pacts, ancient spells buried beneath shattered stone.

“The ruins. The place where the first Alphas were born. He’s going there to—” The ground shook. A deep, bone-rattling tremor. Then—a howl. Not a normal wolf’s. This was ancient. Lukas paled. “It’s already starting.” I didn’t think so. I grabbed Derek’s hand. “We need to go. Now.” --- Derek’s POV The ruins were a graveyard. Jagged stone pillars stood like the bones of a forgotten world, stretching toward the moon. The air was thick—wrong. And at the center of it—Ronan.