All Chapters of The Alpha's Redemption : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aurelia's POV Djurek came after us as soon as he learned about our escape from his castle. I and Melissa were just getting to the kingdom borders when we heard the sound of horses and carriages behind us. I didn't see a valid reason why he should chase after us, especially when he had given the impression that I left with his valuables. These people came after us as if we were thieves and I didn't touch even their stupid treasure chest. With the help of Melissa's powers, we were able to escape the castle soldiers, but it did not come at a cost of its own. I and my twin sister were not able to pass the shortcut we intended to take. We had to run into the forest and journeying through the dark thicket of woods, drained our energy especially since we did not come along with any form of food supplies or even water. We journeyed in the daytime, using the light to scale through dangerous places like rivers, creeks, animal dens, and mountains. We were not able to stop in the night, afrai

Aurelia's POV We turned to look in the direction Melissa had pointed at, and to my surprise, all eyes were truly fixated on us. When we stepped into the marketplace at first, I didn't notice the atmosphere or the kind of people that were present. At that time, I suddenly felt it, the strange thickness in the air and the awkward appearance everyone had. They did not look like normal werewolves; some had horns on both sides of their heads, some were unsually tall, some awkwardly short. Some people are red in complexion, some grey, while others are just…“Where did the direwolfs come from?” a voice suddenly shouted out from the crowd. “Direwolves?”“It's your family sigil,” Lunar Gladys suddenly said, grabbing me by the hands. ”Don't stare at them too much, these people have powers.”“The same way we do right?” “Yes,” Gladys answered, walking faster. “We are all irregular wolves, they could see through us and us through them.”“I have a feeling they don't mean to fix us. They are sti

Aurelia’s POV The sudden blast rippled across the atmosphere and shook the building to its roots. We staggered back and forth, holding onto whatever we could find for support. After a short while, the maddening noise subsided, only to be replaced by blood-curdling cries and chants. “Oh no!” Justin cried out, his voice trembling. “We are under attack!” “It’s the villagers,” his pregnant wife added, her face pale. “They’ve come to mob us!” “Is it because of me?” Lunar Gladys asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Before anyone could respond, the loud chanting grew louder, filling the air with menace. “We have found the unknown Queen! Release her to us this instant. We shall no longer be ruled by a demonic. Let us have the Queen!” My legs suddenly felt too weak to carry the weight of my body. I clutched the table for support, feeling my heart hammer in my chest. The announcement Justin made about my true identity was real—my whole life was being stripped away from me in an insta

Aurelia's POV Every day of my life now seemed like a novel or puppet movie one would normally sit and watch at the rowdy village square. I began my life as a slave, tending to people and getting punished for crimes I knew nothing about. I endured starvation, emotional abuse, domestic violence, and even sexual harassment. But I was standing on the land's citadel now, gazing down at the realm in its infinite beauty and hidden ugliness. I am Aurelia Visenya Moonfrost. The unknown Queen of the Andals and Nine Wolves. The daughter of the Moon goddess, protector of the realm, ruler of the wolves and the image of the Moon goddess. I was no longer a slave, this was what the moon goddess had destined me for, and it was only appropriate that I lived up to the title. I would take revenge now, Nicholas, the Lerman brothers, Gareth, Nicholas's family, Dante, Allison and even Djurek. The goddess’s powers now flowed in my veins, and I could feel my bones replaced with irons and stones. This re

Djurek’s POV The weight of the battle pressed against me like an unforgiving tide. The rain fell heavier, washing away the blood on the ground but not the memories of those who had fallen tonight. Dante’s body lay broken at my feet, his eyes wide and lifeless. My muscles burned, my wounds seared, but I had survived. I had won. Around me, the tide of the battle had turned. Aaron’s soldiers cut through Romeo’s and Dante’s remaining men like blades through rotted wood. Victory was at hand, but I couldn’t celebrate. The air still crackled with dark energy, a presence that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned toward the castle, my claws sinking into the sodden ground as I sprinted back inside. I passed the bodies of the fallen, both allies and enemies, their lifeless forms haunting me as I made my way toward the main hall. The sounds of battle echoed from within—clashing steel, cries of rage, and the roar of wolves. Then I saw him. Romeo. He was retreating down the corridor, his ste