Knotted By The Three Feral Alphas

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Bad Wolves From The North

I pushed the women and older pups through the drills until their arms shook and their boots left deep grooves in the mud. Blades flashed under the weak spring sun. Sweat flew.

I moved among them, correcting grips and stances, making them repeat every pivot until it became muscle memory. Lila watched from the edge, her wooden sword clutched tight, eyes tracking every motion like she was memorizing the rhythm.

The session ran longer than usual. I wanted them sharper, faster, ready for whatever the north might send. When the last drill ended, the women stood taller, breathing hard but smiling.

Lila marched into the circle and swung her sword with everything she had. The blade whistled through the air. The women cheered. She looked up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.

"Like you," she said.

"Better than me baby," I answered.

I walked back to the chambers with the children, their small hands sticky in mine. Thorne and Elara toddled beside me, their steps steadier every day. Lila held my hand tight, her small face serious as she looked up at me.

"Mama," she said, her voice clear and curious. "The bad wolves from the north. Are they coming for us?"

I stopped in the corridor and knelt so I was eye level with her. Thorne and Elara leaned against my legs, listening even though they didn’t fully understand.

"Yes," I told her. "They want something they think we have. But we are stronger than they know. And we will face them together."

Lila nodded, her small hand squeezing mine. "I help. I swing the sword like you showed me."

I kissed her forehead and stood up. The kings were waiting in the chambers, their presence filling the room. Darius stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes on the northern horizon. Kane leaned against the wall, knife in his hand even though there was nothing left to sharpen. Rylan paced near the hearth, his steps short and restless.

They had been like this since the scout’s report. Closer. Tighter. Every time I left the chambers they found reasons to follow. Every time I stepped into the yard one of them appeared at the edge, watching. Every time I held council they flanked me like living shields.

I felt it building all day. When the children finally slept in the big bed, tangled together in a pile of limbs and blankets, I turned to face them.

"Enough," I said.

Darius looked at me first. "The north is stirring. The scout’s report was clear. You expect us to stand aside?"

"No, I expect you to trust me," I answered. "I am not glass. I am the queen who stood in that hall with blood on my hands and told the pack exactly who we are. If you keep hovering like I might break, you make me look weak in front of them."

Kane’s jaw tightened. "You carry three children and the weight of every law we’ve changed. The north already sent a message. We are not hovering. We are protecting what is ours."

Rylan stopped pacing. "You almost lost everything once. Lila was right there. You think we can forget that?"

I stepped closer, voice low but sharp. "I think you forget that I killed the man who came for her. I think you forget that I rode south and ended the woman who poisoned my sister. I think you forget that I have stood in front of this pack and made them listen when they wanted to tear each other apart. I am not asking for permission. I am telling you I will lead. All of us. Together. Not with you guarding me like a prisoner."

The room went quiet. The fire crackled. The bond between us stretched taut, raw and alive.

Darius moved first. He crossed the space in two strides, cupped my face in both hands, and kissed me hard. There was no gentleness in it. Just need and frustration and the same fire that had kept us alive through every moon. I met him with equal force, hands fisting in his tunic, pulling him closer.

Kane came in from the side, scarred fingers sliding under my shirt, tracing the line of my spine. Rylan pressed against my back, mouth on my neck, teeth grazing the skin where my pulse beat fast.

We moved together without words, the bond flaring hot and bright between us. Clothes came off in a rush. Hands found skin. The four of us fell onto the furs beside the sleeping children, careful not to wake them, but desperate for each other.

It was raw. It was fierce. It was the kind of intimacy that came after too many nights of holding back fear. Darius took my mouth while Kane’s hands mapped every inch of me. Rylan’s teeth found the spot on my shoulder that always made me gasp.

We moved in the rhythm we had learned through blood and war and birth, but tonight it felt different. Deeper. Like the argument had stripped away the last careful distance we kept between us.

When it was over we stayed tangled on the furs, breathing hard, skin slick. I lay between them, heart still racing, the bond humming steady and warm in my chest.

Darius brushed damp hair from my forehead. "We hear you," he said quietly. "We will stand with you. Not over you."

Kane pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "But we will not pretend the north is not coming. We protect what is ours. That includes you."

Rylan’s hand rested low on my stomach. "And we fight beside you. Not behind you."

I closed my eyes and let their words settle. The keep was quiet outside the chamber door. The ridges lay dark beyond the windows. The north would push again, but tonight the four of us had drawn our own line.

I felt the bond settle deeper, stronger than it had been since the night I returned from Shadowpine. The children slept safe between us. The keep held. The wall I held inside myself was still standing.

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The alarm bell rang sharp and urgent across the bailey before the sun had fully cleared the eastern ridge. I was already dressed and strapping on my blade when the runner burst through the door, breathing hard.

"Northern raiders hit the southern farms," he gasped. "Torches and steel. The barns are burning. They’re moving fast."

I didn’t wait for the kings to finish pulling on their cloaks. I grabbed my cloak and headed for the stables. Darius caught up first, ice-blue eyes sharp in the gray dawn. Kane fell in on my left, knife already in his hand. Rylan took the rear, axe across his back. We rode out with twenty of our best, the horses’ hooves drumming on the frozen ground.

The southern farms came into view over the last rise, smoke rising thick and black from the barns. Flames licked the thatch roofs. Bodies lay scattered in the mud.

I counted at least eight before we even reached the edge. Northern warriors moved between the houses, torches in one hand, blades in the other. They were not here to raid supplies. They were here to destroy. ƒrēewebnovel.com

I drew my sword and kicked my mare forward. "With me," I called. The kings stayed tight at my sides as we charged down the slope.

The fight hit us like a wall. A northern warrior lunged at me from the side of a burning barn. I parried and drove my blade through his shoulder, twisting as I pulled free. Blood sprayed hot across my arm.

Darius cut down the man who came at him from the right, his sword moving with cold precision. Kane slipped between two attackers, knife flashing in short, lethal arcs and killing them instantly. Rylan’s axe sang through the air, splitting a shield and the man behind it in one swing.

I pushed deeper into the village, the heat from the fires scorching my face. A northern warrior lunged at me from the side of a burning house.

I met him blade to blade, the clash ringing through the air. He was fast, but I was faster. I twisted under his swing and slashed across his side. Blood welled dark along his ribs. He staggered but did not fall. He roared and came at me again. I drove my sword into his thigh, twisting as I pulled free. He dropped to one knee, hand pressed to the wound.

Darius appeared at my side and pinned the man’s sword arm. Kane pressed his knife to his throat. Rylan stood over us, axe raised, blocking any escape.

The warrior glared up at me, breath ragged. "The bastards in the north wants the broken blood in our children. We will take them and remake the curse into a weapon that will let us rule every kingdom from the western sea to the frozen north."

I looked down at him, the bond between the four of us roaring in my chest. "Tell them this when you see them in whatever hell waits for you. We do not yield what is ours."