The Dawn Gallows

Natalie POVThe heavy iron door of the isolation block remained closed after they dragged Richard’s bleeding, broken form up the stone stairs. The suffocating heat of the crucible slowly faded, leaving behind the familiar, creeping chill of the bedrock and the stench of burnt silk.I lay on my side in the corner of the cell, my bound hands tucked tightly against my lower abdomen. The physical burn from the extraction iron was a sharp, localized sting against my skin, but the spiritual ache from the fractured contract was a hollow, echoing void that vibrated through my entire skeleton. Every time my heart beat, the snapped ends of the golden bond frayed a little more, sending cold tremors down my spine.“We survived,” Selene whispered, her voice a fragile, trembling thread in the back of my mind. “The little spark... it is still holding on, Natalie. But the Blackwood link is bleeding out.”"I know," I breathed silently into the dark, my fingers pressing through the torn velvet of my dr

The Awakening of the Primal

Natalie POVThe blinding glare of the dawn sun struck my eyes like a physical blow as Marcus shoved me out onto the stone observation terrace. The crisp, biting mountain air rushed into my lungs, cold as shaved ice, instantly cutting through the lingering stench of the subterranean cells.Below the terrace, the grand courtyard of the Blackwood estate had been transformed into a sea of absolute silver.Three full battalions of the elite vanguard stood in rigid, flawless formations, their polished breastplates and raised spears catching the first golden rays of the morning sun. In the dead center of the courtyard stood the gallows—a massive, skeletal structure of dark oak, its thick hemp noose swaying gently in the freezing mountain wind.Darren was dragged to the base of the wooden steps by two towering vards. His knees gave out entirely, his boots dragging uselessly through the light dusting of snow on the stone. He looked up at the noose, his face turning an asymmetric shade of gray

The Sovereign’s Choice

Natalie POVThe profound, intoxicating sweetness of the healed bond rippled through my veins like liquid gold, driving the last remnants of the subterranean chill from my bones. Our fur remained pressed together, a stark contrast of midnight black and moonlight silver under the blinding dawn sun. Richard’s heavy, rhythmic breaths vibrated against my ribs, his massive beast completely subdued by the ancient, undeniable pull of the primal lineage.But the peace was a fragile illusion, a momentary pause in a court surrounded by executioners.“Natalie,” Selene whispered, her emerald gaze sharp within my mind as she monitored the environment. “The vanguard is recovering. Their fear is turning into strategic positioning. We cannot stay shifted in the open.”A sharp, defensive click from the upper terrace shattered the spell.Beta Marcus stood by the stone railing, his silver broadsword raised, his face twisted into a mask of pure, calculated desperation. "Archers, level weapons! The Alpha i

All Chapters of My Destined Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

The Dawn Gallows

The Awakening of the Primal

The Sovereign’s Choice