Novel & Cerita Throne Of Wolves.

The omega heat refused to fade completely, even amid the danger, turning every heartbeat into a pulse of need that made my core ache with emptiness. Outside, the forest had transformed from a peaceful sanctuary into a living battlefield. Shadows moved between the trees—my alphas and their pack warriors, locked in fierce combat against the invading Silverfang scouts. Snarls and the clash of powerful bodies echoed up to me, each sound twisting my stomach with worry. Thorne’s commanding presence led the charge, his massive black wolf form a blur of lethal grace. Ronan darted with playful yet deadly precision, his red-furred wolf using speed and cunning to outmaneuver larger foes. Finn anchored

His wolf snarls, lunging again, this time, intent on tearing Thorne apart. "Tristan, stop!" I shout, my voice hoarse with panic, but he doesn’t hear me or he doesn’t care. Thorne growls, shaking off the pain, and in the blink of an eye, he shifts. His dark wolf lunges upward, meeting Tristan’s fury head-on. A brutal clash erupts between them, teeth and claws tearing into flesh, growls shaking the walls. It is raw, primal, a battle that has been brewing for far too long.

The word that sent shivers down my spine was the guttural chorus of their voices: "Chimera." The released hybrids moved to protect me from the snarling lunges of the ones still under his influence. I stood trembling, feeling strength erupt within me as the air filled with blood and claws from monsters fighting monsters. I looked at Thorne. His voice was quiet, but his golden eyes blazed. Can you see now? They did not influence this. You could always claim it. Partly in awe, partly in terror, I shuddered. Since he was correct. Not only was my wolf roaring. It was in the lead.

Heck, she almost killed a girl by locking her in a classroom overnight during the harsh winter,’ the wolf’s voice got heated. A plot unfolded in my head and it was not pretty. Selene must be the evil woman who would come between the powerful Alpha and his suffering omega mate by hurting the omega and causing misunderstandings between the couple. The kind of woman that would join forces with the Alpha’s enemies to exploit his weakness which would be his virtuous omega mate. The one that ends up dead or thrown out of the pack.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

I pushed past the bed, sprinted down the hall, slammed my shoulder into the door of the next ward until the window opened wide enough to see. And there she was. Ashlyn. A black Honshu wolf the size of a damn truck, her orange eyes burning like molten fire as she tore through Thoran’s lions. Her claws shredded their armor like paper. She picked them up in her jaws and threw them across the street like they weighed nothing. Her fur bristled with power, every movement sharp, deliberate, unstoppable. Beside her, wings cut the air. Krav’s dragon swooped low, his scales flashing blue-black in the torchlight. His claws raked across the rooftops, pulling lions from their perches and tossing them int

he concludes, smirking wickedly. “Let us not get ahead of ourselves,” Soren intercepts. “It is possible we will still face unexpected enemies tomorrow. Fenrir Fauntleroy is a lone wolf, but he may not be the only werewolf present. The Queen can enlist the help of the House of the Wolves, so we must remain wary. The wolfsbane is all ready and coated with our weapons, yes?” “Yes, my lord.” He receives a nod from their artillery commander-in-chief. “It’s all been finished.”

My knees were buckling beneath me, my full weight dropping onto Torey as he held me up. He held me tight, unable to hold the dark growl that emitted from the depths of his throat. I couldn't see the orbs of his eyes, but I knew they would be blacker than black. The immense anger that radiates from his body told me so. Torey began shouting orders, his words not sinking into my brain as wolves began to scatter across our territory, obeying and complying with the demands of their Alpha. I had barely noticed how many had encircled us, how many had followed us into the clearing.

Well I guess he thought I was long dead. While Grace stood slightly behind him, but her eyes bore into me like she was in a trance. My breath stopped for half a second, I didn't knew they where coming, I thought Dalton won't invite them, he could have told me and I could have already prepared for this moment, but right now… My fingers tightened around Dalton’s instinctively. He felt it immediately. Of course he did. His voice brushed through the bond softly. “Aluna.” Just my name. But it was enough to remind me where I was. The Beta stepped forward. His voice carried across the hall. “All hail the Queen of Wolves.” The response came instantly.

Roderigo boomed, but I waved my hands over my shoulder, pausing at the door of the entryway to snap back at the elder. “I, AM done here,” I deadpanned, face devoid of emotion at the towering frames of the wolves who stood motionless in the great husk of the throne room. The bright yellow lights fitted around the large pillars whizzed eerily as the distant boom of thunder cracked through the night, the lightning washing the men’s faces in a ghastly pallor. “Anthony! Is everything alright?! Those Titan wolves, they-” Carla Winehouse wheezed the minute I stepped away from the grand doors of the throne room and I suddenly wished I was back inside the cold chambers.