Semua Bab THE WOLF BRIDE’S ESCAPE : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The night air was thick with the scent of blood and burning wood. The battle had begun.“Lucien!” I shouted, my voice barely carrying over the howls of wolves clashing in the moonlight.Lucien stood in the center of the battlefield, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, his body covered in wounds. His eyes—once sharp, commanding—now flickered with something else. Fear. He was fighting something inside himself, something clawing its way to the surface.I sprinted toward him, my heart pounding. The rogue stood beside him, a wicked grin on his face. He looked so at ease as if the chaos around us were nothing but a show put on for his amusement.“You’re running out of time, princess,” the rogue taunted. “I’d choose wisely if I were you.”Lucien let out a strangled growl, staggering forward, his body trembling. His veins were dark, pulsing with whatever poison the rogue had unleashed into him. His skin burned where the darkness spread, his power fighting against it, but he was lo

"Lucien—please, wake up."My voice trembled as I pressed my hands against his chest, willing him to move, to breathe, to come back to me. His body was still—too still—and for the first time since I met him, he looked fragile. The mighty Alpha, broken and silent before me.I had fought for this moment. I had fought for him.The battle had left scars, not just on my skin but deep within my soul. The rogue Alpha was dead, his reign of terror shattered, but the cost had been unimaginable. Lucien had collapsed after the final blow, his body drained, his soul slipping into darkness.I refused to accept it."Lucien," I whispered again, leaning in closer, and gripping his lifeless hand. His warmth was fading. My heart clenched. No. No, I wouldn’t lose him."You are not leaving me, do you hear me?" My voice cracked, but I didn't care. "You are too damn stubborn to die, Lucien. You made my life hell—don’t you dare abandon me now."A flicker. A twitch in his fingers.I sucked in a sharp breath.

The room was dark except for the flickering glow of the ancient runes beneath my fingertips. They pulsed with an eerie light, warm against my skin, but something about them sent a chill down my spine. The air felt thick, charged with unseen power, and Lucien stood beside me, his breathing slow and measured."Read it again," he murmured, his voice low but laced with urgency.I swallowed hard, my fingers tracing the symbols carved into the stone. "It speaks of a force older than the Blood Moon itself," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "A being known as The Devourer."Lucien's jaw tightened. "And?"I hesitated, feeling the weight of the words pressing into my chest. "It says when the balance of power is broken, The Devourer awakens. And that...we set it free."Silence.A deep, suffocating silence settled between us, broken only by the distant howl of the wind outside. I could feel Lucien's gaze on me, but I couldn't meet his eyes. I knew what he was thinking—what we had done.Luc

The moment Killian drew his sword, the room turned deadly silent. The tension crackled in the air like a brewing storm, and every pair of eyes in the war room fixated on Lucien."You dare challenge me?" Lucien’s voice was low, dangerous.Killian stood his ground, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his blade. "The pack needs a leader, not a monster."Lucien let out a slow breath, his golden eyes burning with rage. "You forget who you're speaking to.""I haven’t forgotten," Killian shot back. "But maybe you have. You were once a warrior who fought for his people, not against them. Look around you, Lucien. Do you even recognize the pack anymore?"Murmurs rippled through the gathered wolves.I placed a hand on Lucien’s arm. "This isn’t the way."He didn’t look at me. His entire body was coiled like a spring, ready to explode.Killian’s gaze flickered to me, then back to Lucien. "Prove you're still worthy to lead us."Lucien bared his teeth. "A trial of strength?"Killian nodded. "O

The battlefield stretched before us, a vast expanse of darkened earth trembling beneath the weight of impending war. The scent of blood and fear thickened the air as the wind carried distant howls from the enemy ranks. Every wolf in our pack stood poised, muscles coiled, eyes gleaming with the anticipation of battle.Lucien’s presence beside me was an unshakable force. He stood tall, his powerful frame silhouetted against the moonlight, his sharp gaze scanning the horizon where the first signs of The Devourer’s army began to appear. But he didn’t look at them for long—his focus was on me. He had sensed my unease, the way my fingers trembled slightly at my sides, the way I held my breath as if I were trying to keep something inside."You’re thinking of doing something reckless," he murmured, his voice barely above a growl.I forced a smirk. "Isn’t that what I always do?"Lucien’s eyes darkened. "This is different."I turned away, unwilling to meet his stare for too long. If he knew the