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CHAPTER 134: THE THRONE OF WINTER

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-07-27 00:57:27

Marcus didn't wait for Elena. The moment the mountain trembled beneath his feet, he understood. Elena had found something. Whether it would save him or condemn them both no longer depended on him. It depended on time.

And time was the one thing Alaric would never willingly give them. Marcus looked back only once.

Far below, Silver Ridge still burned. Wolves dragged their wounded through the shattered courtyards while the fortress groaned beneath the weight of the siege. Somewhere beneath th
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    The doors of the royal bedchamber clicked shut, locking out the rest of the world. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, there were no guards stationed right outside, no war councils waiting for dawn, and no shadow of a parasite hanging over their heads. It was just the two of them. Silas had finally fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep in his cedar cradle near the hearth. The soft, rhythmic sound of the pup's breathing was the only noise in the room, underscored by the gentle crackle of the fireplace. Marcus stood by the washbasin, his large frame silhouetted by the amber firelight. He had stripped off his leather armor and his mud-stained tunic. Now, wearing only his loose dark trousers, he poured fresh water over his hands and wiped the remaining grime of the road from his face. Elena watched him from the edge of the large bed. She had changed into a simple, soft linen nightgown, her hair unpinned and falling over her shoulders in dark waves. Without the armor an

  • MARKED BY MY ALPHA'S FATHER   CHAPTER 138: HOMECOMING

    The trek down from the northern ridge was a blur of crushing snow and unburdened lungs. Every stride Marcus took felt lighter than the last, as if the very gravity of Silver Ridge was welcoming its true master back into its soil. The dark pressure that had sat on his chest for months was gone, replaced by the steady, warm drumbeat of his mate’s heart echoing in his mind. I am coming, he sent through the bond, the mental link now so crystal clear it felt like a whisper in an empty room. He didn’t wait for a response. He broke into a sprint, his boots kicking up sprays of thawing slush as he tore down the mountain path toward the keep. Down in the outer courtyard, the iron gates groaned open long before he reached them. The vanguard warriors stood in neat, solemn lines, their heads bowed in deep reverence as Marcus stormed past. Boros met him at the threshold of the great hall, his massive chest still heaving from the adrenaline of the breaking siege. "Sire," Boros said, his

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    For the first time in centuries, Alaric felt something he had never allowed himself to experience. Fear. The Continuation Rite was not obeying him anymore. The vessel was not opening. The bloodline was not surrendering. Every calculation he had built over three hundred years had collapsed because of one impossible variable. Love. Choice. A warden who willingly shared the prison was no longer a prisoner. Marcus's Alpha spark surged through the bond, not fighting the curse, but rejecting Alaric's claim over it. Elena's lineage answered from the other side, sealing the ancient prison around the parasite's consciousness one final time. "No... " Alaric whispered. A broken laugh escaped him. "After all this time... she defeated me." For the first time, the immortal did not sound powerful. He sounded mortal. The violet light consuming the ridge flickered. The silence that followed the dissolution of Alaric’s host body was heavy, thick, and absolute. Marcus remained frozen on

  • MARKED BY MY ALPHA'S FATHER   CHAPTER 136: THE FINAL RECKONING

    The mountain went silent. Not peaceful. Silent in the way a battlefield became silent after the last sword fell. Alaric remained suspended between two impossible forces, his ancient consciousness trapped inside the very system he had created. The violet light surrounding his body flickered, no longer controlled by his will but by the collision of two bloodlines he had spent centuries trying to manipulate. Marcus stood frozen beneath the storm, his muscles locked against the pressure crushing his core. The silver marks beneath his skin burned brighter with every second, but his eyes remained focused on the dying tyrant before him. "You failed," Marcus growled. Alaric’s broken laughter echoed across the ridge. "No." The sound was weak. But it still carried arrogance. "I finally succeeded in seeing the one thing I never accounted for." His milky eyes lifted toward Marcus. "Choice." The word made Marcus's expression harden. Alaric coughed, blackened veins spreading acro

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  • MARKED BY MY ALPHA'S FATHER   CHAPTER 134: THE THRONE OF WINTER

    Marcus didn't wait for Elena. The moment the mountain trembled beneath his feet, he understood. Elena had found something. Whether it would save him or condemn them both no longer depended on him. It depended on time. And time was the one thing Alaric would never willingly give them. Marcus looked back only once. Far below, Silver Ridge still burned. Wolves dragged their wounded through the shattered courtyards while the fortress groaned beneath the weight of the siege. Somewhere beneath the mountain, Elena was racing toward the ritual ground, carrying the answer Raymond had died trying to hide. A faint smile touched Marcus's bloodied lips. "Finish it," he whispered into the storm. Then he turned away from the fortress. Away from his mate. Away from his son. And walked alone toward the northern ridge. The clash of the army faded into a muffled thudding as Marcus crossed the northern boundary line. The imperial vanguard didn't move to intercept him. They stood like a wall o

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