The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351: The First King Of Wolves

General Willow moved.

He crossed the clearing in a blur, dark magic building in his palms, his eyes locked on River, who was still kneeling over Tristan’s body with her forehead pressed to his and her hands full of light that couldn’t save him.

Vesper saw her father’s trajectory.

The woman who had fed blood magic into a prince’s soul, who had crashed a bonding ceremony and screamed accusations, the woman whose cruelty had orchestrated every death on this field, ran.

She threw herself between her father and River.

General Willow’s dark magic hit his daughter full in the chest.

Vesper’s body absorbed the impact. Dark energy tore through her in a single, devastating pulse. She dropped to her knees between her father and the woman he was trying to kill, and the look on her face as she fell was impossible to read: surprise, defiance, the particular expression of a woman who had done terrible things and had chosen, in the final moment, to do one thing that wasn’t.

River turned around just in time to see it.

Vesper’s eyes met hers. Green meeting pink. The woman who had ruined everything looking at the woman she had ruined it for, and in that fraction of a second, something passed between them that was too fast for language and too heavy for the moment to hold.

Vesper died on her knees.

General Willow didn’t blink. His daughter’s body hadn’t finished falling before his hands were building the next strike, dark magic compressing in his palms with the mechanical precision of a man who had already accounted for this cost and had decided to pay it.

The darkness hit River.

It hit her in the chest, in the exact place she was holding Tristan’s hand against, and the force of it tore through her body with a totality that left no room for a scream. Her pink eyes went wide. Her white hair lifted. The magic that had leveled a forest and protected an army flickered once, bright and defiant, and then went dark.

Then she fell across Tristan’s body.

Her hand was still holding his. The tears on his face, the ones she had cried onto him, were still there, still catching the light, still carrying the faint pink glow of magic that had outlived the woman who cast it.

The clearing went silent.

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Miles away, Lucian Moon collapsed.

He was holding the eastern gate. Three hundred wolves at his back, dark Fae soldiers breaking against his line in waves, his body moving with the devastating, tireless precision of an Alpha who had never lost a battle he intended to win.

Then the matebond, the one the Moon Goddess had confirmed at a bonding ceremony he was never supposed to attend, the fated tie that had screamed MATE in his chest while he stood three feet from his best friend and held rings in a pocket and a secret in his throat, tore.

Lucian’s knees hit the stone.

His sword fell from his hand. His body locked. Every muscle seized at once, the dark magic that had killed River traveling through the fated matebond like current through a wire, finding the other end of the thread and delivering the same killing blow to the man it was tied to.

He convulsed.

The seizure was total, violent, his body arching against the cobblestone of the eastern gate with a force that cracked the stone beneath him. Dark veins erupted across his skin, crawling up his neck, his face, his arms, the corruption that had just made contact with River was now hitting him.

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