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2025-07-31 08:10:00Alpha Baron's POV
The morning air clung thick with tension, the kind I had grown too familiar with. There was a faint drizzle earlier, and now the dew on the windows cast a sheen over the glass, making the sun behind them look weaker than usual. I hated weak light. It reminded me too much of the soft-hearted fools that cluttered our council chambers with their indecision. Strength—that was what held a pack together. Not sentiment. Not softness.I was in my office, the one built into the west wing of the estate, walls lined with war memorabilia and portraits of former alphas—ancestors who understood the gravity of legacy. I stood by the window, sipping from a dark cup of coffee. Bitter. Just how I liked it. No room for sugar-coated nonsense in my day."Henry," I called out without turning. I heard the subtle shuffle from beyond the door and knew he had been waiting.He pushed the door open slightly and stepped in, hands behind his back, ever the loyal Beta. “Alpha?”
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Bitten, Branded And Bare 53
Alpha Baron's POV “A patrol exchange program. Shared resources. Joint training camps. I want to bring our packs closer before any breach becomes a disaster.” He turned slightly, eyes flicking to Bryan with interest. “Your son offered a particularly... brilliant solution. Suggesting we rotate elite guards between packs, mixing them in at levels where loyalty is tested, but not predictable. He said the traitors would out themselves in unfamiliar environments.”That made me blink.Bryan? Came up with that?I turned to him, eyes narrowed. “You said that?”Bryan nodded once. “It made sense. If someone’s leaking information from inside, you break their rhythm. Make them report back to unfamiliar handlers. Traitors operate best in patterns. Break that, and they get sloppy.”Lennox smiled. “He’s right. It’s something even my advisors hadn’t thought of. I think it could work.”I didn’t know whether to be impressed or suspicious. I studied my son again, searching
Bitten, Branded And Bare 52
Alpha Baron's POVThe morning air clung thick with tension, the kind I had grown too familiar with. There was a faint drizzle earlier, and now the dew on the windows cast a sheen over the glass, making the sun behind them look weaker than usual. I hated weak light. It reminded me too much of the soft-hearted fools that cluttered our council chambers with their indecision. Strength—that was what held a pack together. Not sentiment. Not softness.I was in my office, the one built into the west wing of the estate, walls lined with war memorabilia and portraits of former alphas—ancestors who understood the gravity of legacy. I stood by the window, sipping from a dark cup of coffee. Bitter. Just how I liked it. No room for sugar-coated nonsense in my day."Henry," I called out without turning. I heard the subtle shuffle from beyond the door and knew he had been waiting.He pushed the door open slightly and stepped in, hands behind his back, ever the loyal Beta. “Alpha?”
Bitten, Branded And Bare 51
Irene's POVThe room was a whirlwind of silk, lace, and frustration. Dresses of every color lay sprawled across my bed, shoes scattered like forgotten treasures, and the maids scurried around me like nervous ants. I sat cross-legged on the floor, meticulously unpacking one of my new shopping bags, examining a gold-threaded gown I had bought just that morning.“Are you deaf?!” I snapped at the maid fumbling near the wardrobe. “That’s not how you handle silk! Do you want me to look like a crumpled rag on my date? Oh, wait—you’ve never seen anything finer than your peasant rags, have you?!”The girl flinched, mumbling a soft “sorry, miss,” but it only irritated me further. I stood and snatched the dress from her trembling hands. “Pathetic. Do you know how much this costs? More than your entire miserable life! If you ruin one stitch, I’ll make sure you’re thrown out of this house without a coin.”Another maid who had been arranging my shoes accidentally dropped a pair of
Bitten, Branded And Bare 50
Alpha Baron's POVThe scent of polished wood and burning incense filled the council chamber, blending with the sharp undertone of nerves and authority. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, my gaze sweeping across the faces of the gathered elders and betas. Their expressions were grim, lined with the weight of our recent troubles.The rogue attacks were escalating, and every passing day felt like a warning. They weren’t random strikes anymore—they were calculated, deliberate, and dangerous. Whoever was leading them had enough brains to exploit weaknesses, and the thought alone made my blood simmer.“Reports from the northern border?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, my voice cutting through the quiet room like a whip.Henry, my beta, stood and adjusted the parchment in his hand. “Two more sightings this week, Alpha,” he said, his tone respectful but wary. “The guards believe it’s the same group that hit the southern outposts last month. They’ve grown bold.
Bitten, Branded And Bare 49
Irene's POVI was humming as I walked into our pack’s mansion, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor echoing like music to my ears. For once, I was in a good mood—a dangerously good mood, the kind that made everyone around me take a few steps back because they didn’t know whether to smile with me or run for cover. The maids scurried to the sides as I breezed past, their eyes darting to the ridiculous grin plastered on my face. Let them whisper. Let them wonder. For once, I didn’t care.Today, I felt like I was in control.I barely paused to catch my breath when I reached the second floor. Without knocking, I threw open the heavy wooden door to my father’s study. “Father!” I called out, my voice dripping with the kind of fake sweetness that I knew annoyed him. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had—”I stopped short when I saw him sitting behind his massive oak desk, arms crossed, a storm brewing in his dark, calculating eyes. Oh. He wasn’t smiling. Not
Bitten, Branded And Bare 48
Lisa's POVI don’t think I have ever run that fast in my life. My heart was practically sprinting ahead of me as I bolted down the hallway, my boots pounding against the wooden floorboards. What the hell had I just done? I didn’t even give myself a second to process it; my body moved on pure instinct, like I had just committed a crime and the entire pack was out to arrest me.I kissed Ash.Oh, God. I kissed him.Not just a brush of lips either. No, I had stood there like some deranged idiot, leaning into him, heart hammering as if I was desperate to breathe the same air he did. For a split second, his wolf stirred and I felt something warm and dangerous in his energy, and I… I had liked it.I practically crashed into my room, slammed the door shut, and leaned my back against it like I could hold off the embarrassment clawing at me. I dragged my fingers through my hair, yanking at the strands as though pain could erase the memory. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!” I hisse
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