The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 691

Chapter 691: THE REBELS

training began at dawn.

Always at dawn.

They said it was when the veil between body and spirit was thinnest, when the wolf stirred closest to the surface. When the land itself was still half-asleep and more willing to listen.

I was led to different places each day.

Stone courtyards wrapped in ivy.

Clearings ringed with standing stones carved in runes I couldn’t read.

High terraces overlooking the endless green where the wind sang constantly.

The wolves who trained me were not soldiers.

They were elders.

Some old enough that their hair had faded silver.

Some young, their power sharp and contained, eyes too knowing for their age.

They never raised their voices.

Never rushed me.

Never showed frustration.

Which somehow made it worse.

"Stand barefoot," one instructed gently.

The stone beneath my feet was cool, almost humming, as if something beneath it recognized me.

"Close your eyes."

I did.

"Breathe," another voice murmured. "Not into your lungs. Into your bones."

I inhaled slowly, deeply, the way they had taught me.

Again.

And again.

"Now listen."

I listened.

At first, there was only my heartbeat.

The faint rush of blood in my ears.

The distant call of birds.

Then I felt Something else.

A pull.

Low.

Deep.

Heavy.

My wolf.

She was there.

Curled tight and coiled like a sleeping storm.

Hope surged through me so suddenly it almost hurt.

"I feel her," I whispered.

The elders exchanged glances.

"Good," one said softly. "Don’t reach for her. Let her come to you."

I tried.

I relaxed my shoulders.

Lowered my guard.

Let my awareness sink inward.

Come to me.

Nothing happened.

Instead, I felt pressure.

Like a hand braced against my chest from the inside.

Not pushing outward.

Holding back.

"Why won’t you move?" I whispered, frustration creeping into my voice.

A memory flared unbidden and then Chains.

Cold stone.

Whispers of unshifted.

Broken.

My breath hitched.

The pressure hardened instantly.

I felt something tightening chains around me and I withdrew in pain still trying to hold on.

"She’s resisting," one elder murmured. "Stop."

I opened my eyes, gasping.

Sweat soaked my spine.

"That’s fine," another said quickly. "That’s information."

Information.

They tried again later.

Different methods.

They placed their palms against my back, channeling warmth into my spine.

They traced sigils in the air above my head that shimmered briefly before fading.

They had me kneel beneath the open sky during a full moon, silver light washing over my skin.

"Call her name," one whispered.

"I don’t know her name," I admitted.

That unsettled them.

"Every wolf knows their own," someone said quietly.

I swallowed. "I don’t."

They guided me into water next.

A shallow pool fed by a natural spring.

"The body remembers before the mind," they explained.

The water was warm, infused with herbs that smelled sharp and sweet. They submerged me slowly, supporting my weight as my stomach floated slightly.

"Feel how the water carries you," they said. "Your wolf understands balance."

I closed my eyes again.

I felt her then.

Clearer.

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