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The Alpha under the Blood Moon

Chapter 4 Four

Word Count: 1119    |    Released on: 20/05/2025

sacred borders-a plea to the vampires. It was a bitter, shameful act. The werewolves had always stood as proud warriors, bound

ever elusive,

il

ampire. There was a shift in the air that even the trees seemed to feel. The warriors stopped sneering. T

iance. An end to the

s why they

ed to peace-but because it was fi

where warriors gathered in tight circles, whispering. "If a royal match is sec

, the Alpha's bloodline joins with the ol

red and powerful Vampire bloodline-sen

golden curls were perfectly brushed, her training armor spotless. She'd ordered the maid t

rse they will. Who else has the pedigree, the grace, the strength? H

es blooming across her ribs, said nothing. Freya

ur brother. I'm sure he's fine

imply

rs of peace and politics had fad

the infirmary doors opened with a loud creak. Two warriors dragged

slamming against her ri

ya

was split. One eye

rmured as she helped him lie down on th

ed, her voice thick with

fingers clutching hers.

an still ha

e mess hall. Thick slabs of roasted meat, honey-drizzled

when sh

re sunrise, when the staff changed shif

y the arm. "Zoey-i

he'll die. I'm not as

back door, already havin

he said

with special care. It was marked by

hesi

too

th each chew, but his eyes

whispered, half a smi

said. "They neve

was

scream echoed through the

K MY BRE

s. The Alpha's daughter stood in the mess hall, a

red the honeyfruit. There wer

d stumbled f

lady. The portions were smaller this mo

like a predator. "Do I look lik

near the kitchens. Why don't we ask t

all Calis

as dragged to the cent

me?" Calista demanded. "Did

mained

I thought," C

t slap c

nocked Zoey

n't fig

't. But because she wo

in silence. No one

sta spat, raisin

t through the t

lis

r

king, his dark hair tied at the nape,

's en

p curling into a smil

e's learned

d his neck. He pulled her close, brushing his

blood dripping from h

to look at her and purred

sed Eric, de

dn't

looke

ternoon, a co

ire letter stood in the courtyard again, now

d loudly, "this message is direct

ne gat

and accept the scroll as she had been c

rward and acce

d with barely-co

. You will be presented as the primary candidate for uni

s eru

he turned to Eric

aid. "Royal blood

y happy but he

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