LOGINBryan’s pov
The minute my father called for a “game to strengthen bonds,” I knew he was about to humiliate somebody. Probably me.He waved his hand, and the servants brought in a long oak table draped in black velvet. Scrolls. Tokens. Detailed war maps painted on parchment. It looked like a political battlefield—and it was.He called it “Alliance or Ambush.”Rules were simple:Draw a scroll. Read the scenario. Make a move. Each decision earned or lost points. This wasn’t a drinking game. It was a strategy. Diplomacy. Power flex, dressed as entertainment.Of course.He never missed an opportunity to parade us like prize dogs.“Let’s see which of our great leaders has the sharpest mind tonight,” my father boomed with a proud grin. “And which ones... need sharpening.”Everyone chuckled politely, but I could see the slight shifts in posture—Alphas straightening their spines, Betas narrowing their eyes.They knew thisBryan's POVThe chamber reeked of sweat, incense, and unease. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my hands gripping the carved arms of my chair as the voices of the council droned on and on. Their words blended together at times—fear, desperation, complaints—all tied to the one thing suffocating this pack more ruthlessly than any enemy blade: the plague.For weeks now, it had crawled through our borders, tearing down soldiers like they were nothing more than stalks of wheat before a scythe. Men, strong and loyal, had been reduced to groaning shells in the infirmary. Women wailed in the nights, children cried for fathers who would not rise again. It was bleeding us from the inside out, and these cowards around me thought talking in circles would mend it.“Alpha Bryan,” Councilor Darek’s voice pierced through my thoughts, sharp and grating, “we cannot contain this on our own. Our healers are failing, herbs are scarce, and every method we’ve tried has co
Alpha Enzo's POVI sat in my study, the weight of silence pressing heavily around me. The fire in the hearth crackled, but it did little to warm me. My mind was restless, spinning through the endless maze of responsibilities, threats, and dangers that seemed to tighten around this pack with each passing day. I had been staring at the same map of our borders for nearly an hour, my thoughts circling the same dark corners: protection, defense, survival.The knock on the door came sharp and urgent.“Enter,” I said, my voice low but firm.The door opened, and Ash stepped inside, his expression tight. I could tell before he spoke that he wasn’t bringing me anything good. Ash rarely came into my study unless it was necessary, and tonight he looked like a man who would rather be anywhere else.“Alpha,” he said with a bow of his head.“What is it?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, though the tension in my muscles betrayed my calm facade
Bryan's POVI paced the length of my study like a caged beast, my fists clenching and unclenching as the words Henry had whispered replayed in my mind. He had come to me in secret, his face tight, his voice low so no wandering ear would catch it.“Alpha,” Henry had said, bowing his head. “I spoke with Enzo. He refuses to let Lisa come here. He claims she will stay in his territory to treat your people when needed. His words were sharp—he said no one here treated her well when she belonged to this pack, so he will not hand her back to us now.”At first, I had thought I’d misheard him. The audacity burned through me, so sharp it nearly made me dizzy. Enzo—Enzo of all people—refusing me? And Lisa? That omega daring to be spoken of as though she were something more than the dust she should have remained?I slammed my palm against the edge of my desk, the wood rattling under the force. My chest heaved, fury like acid in my throat.“How da
Irene's POVI slammed the door shut the moment I entered my room. My chest was heaving, my entire body burning with rage, my thoughts boiling in ways I could barely keep together. I ripped the pins from my hair and let it tumble down my shoulders, but instead of calming me, it only fueled the fire inside me. The scent of Lisa still lingered in the halls, faint but enough to mock me. Enough to remind me that my husband, my Alpha, had allowed her to live another day.I shrieked at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing in the chamber. The maids standing by the wall flinched, their eyes lowered instantly. My fury made the air thick, and I wanted to tear something apart. I grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it against the wall. It shattered, pieces flying everywhere.“Do you all stand there staring like fools while I burn with rage?” I snarled, my voice cracking. “Do you not see me? Do you not understand what I feel right now?”They dropped to their
Chapter 185Bryan's POVI dragged myself out of the council chamber, my head pounding from the endless back-and-forth of pack matters. For hours, I’d sat through arguments, demands, complaints, and proposed solutions that seemed to go nowhere. My patience was wearing thin, and all I wanted was silence. But as soon as I stepped into the corridor, I caught the hurried footsteps of someone approaching.“Alpha Bryan!”It was Henry, my beta, rushing toward me with his usual breathless urgency. My jaw clenched—Henry never ran unless something was dire.“What now?” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “We just finished three hours of meetings, Henry. If you’re about to pile more on my plate—”He cut me off, eyes wide and frantic. “It’s the border, Alpha. The sickness that’s been spreading in the neighboring packs… it’s here. Our soldiers stationed at the northern edge—they’re dropping fast. Some are delirious, others can’t even move
Lisa's POVI woke the next morning with my mind running in circles. Sleep had been light, broken by thoughts I couldn’t shake off. The night before had been overwhelming, and though part of me wanted to shove everything away and pretend none of it existed, another part knew I couldn’t keep avoiding the truth. If I was going to move forward with them—if I was even going to try—I needed answers. Not half-truths. Not evasions. I needed them to tell me why.By the time I walked down to the dining room, the smell of food drifted through the air, but I barely noticed. The table was laid neatly, sunlight spilling across polished wood, but my chest was heavy. They were all already there, waiting for me.Enzo’s eyes caught mine first—steady, unreadable. Atlas leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as if bracing for whatever storm I was about to bring. Ash’s head tilted slightly, the smallest crease between his brows, and Kael, restless as ever, tapped his fingers a







