All Chapters of The Alpha's Silent Divorce: Reclaimed by the Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: The Poisoned Arrow

The arrow crashed through the window, shattering the glass into bright silver pieces.I threw myself to the floor. The rough stone scraped my palms as I rolled under the heavy oak table. Another arrow sliced through the air and struck the headboard of the bed, right where my head had been only seconds before.My heart pounded wildly.“Assassins!” I tried to shout, but fear tightened my throat.I crawled toward the door, my hands slipping against the cold floor. Being pregnant made me feel slow and heavy. I could not move fast enough. Outside on the balcony, I heard boots scraping against stone.Someone was climbing the tower.Silas would not send just one attacker.This was a team.The iron bolt on my door screeched as someone unlocked it from the outside. I froze, expecting a blade at my neck.Instead, Killian burst into the room.He wore only a thin black tunic. No armor. His dark eyes took in the broken window and the arrows in one sharp glance.“Stay down!” he ordered.A shadow ju

Chapter 12: The Scent of Treason

The air inside Killian’s private chamber felt heavy.It did not smell like the cold stone of the North Tower. It smelled of cedarwood, old books, metal, and him. The walls were thicker here. The locks heavier. Even the silence felt fortified.I sat on the edge of his massive bed, my fingers sinking into the dark furs. Everything in this room had been built for strength. For control.For war.My hand drifted to my stomach. The baby’s presence felt steady beneath my palm. Alive. Real.Silas had tried to drag this child into the world with poison.He was no longer searching for a wife.He was hunting an heir.Far away, beneath the same moon, Silver Crest stood bright and cold.Silas paced his study, a torn piece of fabric clenched in his fist. It was from my old dress. Found near the border where I had vanished.He lifted it slowly to his face.He expected fear.Rain.Weakness.Instead, he smelled blood.And beneath it, something new.A faint, unfamiliar scent.Small.Growing.His wolf s

Chapter 13: The Hunger of the Wolf

Three days of silence can feel endless when you are waiting for war.Inside the Midnight Moon fortress, time did not pass normally. It moved with the sound of blades being sharpened and the low growls of wolves preparing for blood.I stood in the center of the training yard under the bright morning sun. The light burned my eyes. I was no longer locked in the tower. I was no longer hiding.Killian stood several steps away, his arms crossed over his bare chest. Scars marked his skin. Around us, the pack formed a wide circle. I felt their eyes on me, heavy, judging. Tanya’s open dislike. Harkan’s cold stare.They were waiting for me to fail.“Again,” Killian said. His voice held no emotion.I bent and picked up the training dagger. It was solid iron, heavy in my hand. My arm ached from holding it. My balance still felt off because of the pregnancy. My body did not move the way it once had.But when I remembered the arrow breaking my window, the weakness inside me hardened into anger.I l

Chapter 14: The Suicide Mission

“The Council does not eat with traitors, Alpha.”Harkan’s voice was rough and hard. He did not look up from his food when I was led into the dining hall.The room was smaller than the Great Hall. One large fireplace burned against the far wall, throwing long shadows across the stone. The smell of roasted meat and strong herbs usually meant joy or victory.Tonight, it felt heavy.Killian walked in without hesitation. He pulled out the thick wooden chair at the head of the table and sat down. The room seemed to shift around him. With a small movement of his head, he pointed to the empty seat beside him.“Sit, Elara.”Every wolf in the room stared as I sat down. I felt the weight of their eyes on my skin. My stomach turned. It was not only the pregnancy. It was the anger in the room. The hatred.Tanya sat across from me. She was not eating. Instead, she slowly sharpened a small silver knife. The steady scrape of metal against stone echoed through the quiet hall.“We received news from t

Chapter 15: The Weeping Woods

The forest did not feel alive.It felt wounded.Thick, dark sap leaked from the cracked bark of the old oak trees. It dripped slowly onto the moss below, each drop heavy and soft, like quiet footsteps behind us. The air was damp and heavy with the smell of rot and old magic. Sunlight could not break through the thick branches above. Everything was trapped in a dim gray shadow.I pulled my wool cloak tighter around me. Every small sound under our boots felt too loud. A snapping twig echoed in the silence.Killian walked behind me, silent and alert. His hand stayed close to the black sword at his hip. Tanya and three skilled scouts followed, including commander Caspian, their eyes glowing faintly in the dark.“The store is near,” I said quietly. My breath rose in pale clouds. “At the center of the grove. Where the roots of the Great Oak touch the stream.”Killian did not reply.Suddenly, his hand grabbed my arm. His grip was firm and fast. He pulled me behind the thick trunk of a huge t

Chapter 16: The Clash of Kings

“Move away from her, Killian.”Silas’s voice was more than a sound; it was a heavy vibration that shook the ground. It was the command of an Alpha that made the very dirt obey.He stood at the edge of the woods, his silver armor catching the weak, gray light. His golden eyes were locked onto my stomach, watching the small bump beneath my heavy cloak.Killian didn't budge. He stood like a wall made of dark steel and scarred muscle. The heat coming off his body was the only thing stopping me from shivering in the face of Silas’s cold, sharp anger.“You’re a long way from your mansion, Silas,” Killian said, his voice rough. He moved his feet, making the dry, dead leaves crunch. “I don’t remember inviting you into these woods.”“She is my mate,” Silas snarled, taking a step forward. The air around him felt electric, like a storm was about to break. “The child she is carrying has the blood of Silver Crest. You are hiding a thief. Give her back to me now, and I might let your home stand.”I

Chapter 17: The Sovereign’s Spark

“I warned you,” Caspian said with a cruel smile as his sword cut through the damp air. “You’re nothing but a debt.”I didn’t scream. I couldn’t. I threw myself to the side, my boots sliding on the dark, sticky sap covering the forest floor. His blade sliced through the space where my neck had been. It was a lucky escape. The sword struck a nearby tree instead, cutting deep into the bark.I pushed myself up and ran toward the vault door. My body felt heavy from the pregnancy. Every step was slower than I wanted. But my mind was clear and active. I pulled the small iron dagger from my belt. It was tiny compared to his large sword, but it was all I had.“Don’t touch that door!” Caspian shouted as he ripped his sword from the tree.I reached the iron crest of the vault. There was no keyhole. I already knew how it opened.With shaking fingers, I pressed my palm against the sharp edge of the Vance family seal. The cold iron cut into my skin.“Take it,” I whispered under my breath. “Protect

Chapter 18: The Crawler in the Dark

The silence of the vault was worse than the screaming of the woods.It was a heavy, suffocating kind of quiet. I sat on the stone floor, my back against the iron door. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I held my breath, listening. There it was again, the sound of claws scraping against dry rock.‘Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.’It wasn't coming from outside. It was coming from the deep shadows at the back of the room, where the supplies were stacked.“Who’s there?” I whispered. My voice was small, shaking like a leaf.I reached into the pocket of my cloak and found a small flint striker Killian had given me during training. With trembling hands, I struck it. A tiny spark flew, then another, until the wick of a nearby wall torch caught fire.The light pushed back the darkness, but it didn't bring comfort.The vault was filled with crates of weapons and jars of medicine, just like Harkan said. But the back wall was different. The stone had been torn open, revealing a na

Chapter 19: The Earth’s Throat

Dust filled my mouth and nose. It was thick and painful, like I was breathing in something ancient and buried.I bent over coughing, holding the medicine bag tightly against my chest. When I looked back, the tunnel we had come through was gone. Rocks and loose dirt blocked the way to the vault. The sounds of battle, Silas shouting and Killian’s sword striking, had disappeared.The silence that followed was worse.“You’re choking,” the boy said calmly.He didn’t sound afraid. He sounded interested.Through the dust, I saw him standing farther down the passage. His strange eyes glowed softly in the dark. He wasn’t coughing. He didn’t even look tired.“You did this,” I said hoarsely. My cheek still burned where Tanya had slapped me. The pain reminded me that I was still human, even if my skin had begun to shine with strange light. “Killian is out there. He’ll think I’m dead.”“Better to be dead to the world than owned by an Alpha,” the boy replied. He turned and began walking deeper into

Chapter 20: The Silver Fever

The liquid did not taste like water.It tasted like lightning.The second it touched my tongue, heat rushed through my body. It started at my mouth and shot down into my chest. It felt like fire moving through my veins. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.My lungs felt full of light instead of air. The cave around me blurred and broke apart into white brightness.I dropped to my knees beside the silver pool.My fingers dug into the stone. My skin felt too tight, like something powerful was trying to tear its way out of me.Elara.The voice was not the boy’s.It was my child.For the first time, I felt it clearly; not just the weight inside me, but it's presence. Our connection felt strong and alive. I could feel his heartbeat. It was steady. Calm. It was pulling in the silver power without fear.It wasn’t hurting.It was absorbing it.“It burns,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to the cold ground. “It’s too much.”“It is power,” the boy’s voice echoed through the white light.

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