《Mated to the Alpha CEO》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

The column marched north for three days through a world relearning how to live.Lira walked at the head, as she always did, but the position felt different now. Before, she had led with the warmth of her hidden light burning steady in her chest, a compass that pointed toward hope even when hope seemed impossible. Now there was only the hollow, the vast and echoing emptiness where her power and her love had been. She led by habit, by memory, by the mechanical repetition of what a leader was supposed to do. Check the scouts. Rotate the watch. Ensure the wounded are keeping pace. Speak to the Alphas. Pretend that the numbness consuming her from within was not growing wider with every step.The landscape changed around them as the Blight continued its retreat. The grey dust that had coated everything gave way to patches of brown earth, then to stubborn grass, then to wildflowers that seemed to bloom overnight, as if the world had been holding its breath and was finally exhaling. Streams t

Dawn crept over the valley like a slow breath, the first light catching the standing stones and painting them in shades of rose and gold. Lira remained at the center of the circle, her dark fur drinking in the warmth, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun was beginning its climb. She had not slept again after the dream. She had not wanted to. The memories Ronan had given her — his sister Eira, his years with Clara, his centuries of waiting — were still settling into her mind, finding their places among her own recollections like stones dropped into still water.The hope she had felt at dawn was still there, fragile but persistent. It was not the blazing certainty she had once carried as the Hidden Luna. It was something quieter, something that felt more like a question than an answer. What now? What do I do with what he gave me?The sound of pawsteps on dewy grass roused her from her thoughts. Aria was climbing the hill, her seer's eyes still soft with sleep, a waterskin danglin

The northern border was a ridge of grey granite that jutted from the forest like the spine of a buried giant. Lira stood at its base, the early morning sun warming her dark fur, and studied the territory beyond. The trees here were different — ancient pines, their needles a deep blue-green, their trunks straight and tall as cathedral pillars. The air was colder, crisper, carrying the faint mineral scent of distant mountains. This was the domain of the northern packs, wolves who had lived in isolation for so long that they had become almost legendary to the southern territories. Hardy. Fierce. Suspicious of everything beyond their borders.And now she had to convince them to join an alliance."Your five escorts, as promised," Kael said, appearing at her side. Behind him, five wolves waited in a loose formation: Vestra, her scarred face set in its usual grim lines; Thane, trying very hard to look like a seasoned warrior rather than an excited yearling; two Ironmaw fighters whose names L

Dawn came softly to the Eastern Enclave, the silver leaves of the Heartwood catching the first light and scattering it like scattered moonbeams. Lira had not slept, but she felt more rested than she had in weeks. The revelation at the pool had loosened something deep inside her — an old, rusted knot of guilt that she had carried so long it had become part of her shape. It was not gone. She suspected it would never be entirely gone. But it was no longer buried, no longer festering in the dark.She rose from her vigil by the pool and made her way through the living-wood pathways to the chamber where High Seer Elara had promised to meet her at sunrise.The chamber was a hollow within one of the great silver trees, its walls lined with crystals that pulsed with a soft, internal light. Elara was already there, along with two other senior seers and Aria, who looked as though she had slept even less than Lira. A large stone table dominated the center of the room, its surface carved with a ma

The journey to the western mountains took five days through terrain that grew steadily more rugged and wild. The recovering lands gave way to ancient forests of towering redwood and pine, their trunks so wide that a full pack could shelter in their hollows. Streams ran fast and cold, fed by snowmelt from the distant peaks, and the air carried the clean, sharp scent of high altitudes. Lira traveled with a small company: Aria and two of her seers, Kael and four Ironmaw fighters, Thane and Vestra, and a young western scout named Sorrel who had volunteered to guide them through the mountain passes.Mera's territory was the largest of the western pact holdings, a sprawling domain of high meadows and hidden valleys that had survived the Blight through isolation and ancient wards. Sorrel spoke of it with quiet pride as they climbed the winding trails."Alpha Mera has ruled for twenty years," she said. "She's the only Alpha most of us have ever known. The western pact isn't like the other ter