Ruins Of Alph 소설 & 이야기

Back in Eldoria, the air felt thick with unease as Caitlyn, Raymond, Kane, Bree, and Selene studied the corrupted Alpha they had dragged from the tunnels. He lay still now, his body pale, eyes vacant yet flickering with the remnants of something alive, something malevolent. His voice came in broken fragments, as though the words were struggling to make sense, each one carrying the weight of a prophecy long forgotten. “She is the echo,” the Alpha muttered, his voice cracked and uneven. “He is the beginning. You cannot kill the root with petals.”

"I wanted us to be free! I wanted us to go home!" "This *is* home, Kaima," Selene laughed, a sound like glass grinding on stone. She gestured to the ruins around us. "This is the world the Alphas built with their wars. This is the world the Council built with their greed. This is the world the Aethel-Group built with their logic. I am just the one who has come to rule the wreckage." --- ### The King of the Ruins

A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips but it eventually vanished. “He went out first. The team needed him immediately.” I nodded and shyly stood up from bed. Of course, he’s the Alpha. Why would he even wait for me, right? I just fixed myself before docking from the ship. My mouth dropped open when I saw the situation outside. Trees were lifeless. I don’t even think there’s life here. Buildings and houses were destroyed and burned. This has become their life? In all of my years in experience, I have never saw something like this. Even being a Warrior Witch, I have never seen something like this.

I ask. "Your old pack appears to be looking for you,” She says. "Well, I'm not surprised,” I comment, taking the notice and looking down at it. “Elseway they can’t claim me dead and appoint a new Alpha … This is funny,” Fire Moon looks confused. “What?” "This…,” I point to the drawing of me, which is situated underneath a headline reading: MISSING Alpha, “Our Beta drew this.” “Your beta?” She asks. Cana growls angrily.

"I'll fast forward the process, we'll have the results by tomorrow." I can see the defeat in the Alpha's eyes. His pack is in danger, and he doesn't know where all the attacks are coming from. The question is, what should he do next? And how can I help him?

Louis asked in worry. "Yes, I am just exhausted." She said. Louis took her in his arms then start walking towards his car. Isabey looks back in two eyes still watching her with the pain. She can not think about it all now, it is all over. Isabey saw Marcus closing his eyes. The mate bond is broken. Yes, he is dead. Isabey also lost consciousness... (So, my dear readers. The last chapter of Alpha's Ruined mate (Book1) is here... The story is a series of three books. The second book is out. Alpha's Ruined Mate (The Revenge)

Still not understanding why his eyes held so much hatred for me and why he looked at me the way he did. The village was exactly the same, rustic stone houses lined the road, some were shops, while some along the main road and further back were the packs houses. Nothing flashy, just pure unadulterated perfection, as we wind up the hill at the end of the village was the most beautiful image, I imagine anywhere. A stone castle stood, with its stained glass windows and even the family crest flag that tossed and turned with the wind. The new Alpha kept my family crest, but although the outside was exactly as I remembered it, I wondered in silence what the inside looked like. The drive was excruc

"Jordyn! Forgive me! I have been a beast! I have been lower than a rogue!" Jordyn didn't flinch. She looked down at him for a heartbeat, her expression unreadable, before looking toward the horizon. "Stand up, Wilfred." "Have you taken me back into your pack?" "I hope you never cross my scent again," Jordyn’s voice carried over the crowd, cold and absolute. "I am an international Alpha. Millions would die to protect me. What are you? A stain on my history. Go back to your Cornelia. I have a life to live, and I won't waste a second of it on a scavenger."

A faint silver glow bloomed where the moon should be. The pack gathered behind him, murmuring in awe and fear. Slowly, painfully, the moon returned. But it was not whole. A crescent of pure silver arced across the void, fractured, imperfect scarred by the ritual that had nearly destroyed it. Life breathed again. Wolves shifted. The forest stirred. Yet something fundamental had changed. Lucien closed his eyes as the moonlight brushed his skin, warm and strange. “Alpha,” one of his commanders said quietly. “We found something in the ruins.”

Cut emotional ties. Return. “She doesn’t belong in this,” he added. “Neither do you,” I replied. His smile faded slightly. “You built us.” “I dismantled you.” “You wounded us.” “I warned you.” “You left.” “You crossed lines.” He studied me for a long moment. “You still believe in lines.” “Yes.” “And if we don’t?” “Then I end you.” Silence. Not shocked. Not offended. Just assessing. “You think you can?” Adrian asked calmly. “I know your foundations,” I replied. “Your shell companies. Your hidden routes. Your contingency vaults.”