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The Alpha Forgets 75
75 The next phase began quietly. That was the only way it could work. If any of the three suspected for a second that the noose was being tightened around them, they would stop moving, stop passing information, and whoever sat above them, the real hand on the knife, would vanish deeper into shadow. So Decker, Tony, Jared, and Lotty did what dangerous wolves did best. They lied carefully. By the following morning, the trap had changed shape. No longer a single false thread. Now it was a weave. Layered. Dense. Impossible to read cleanly from the inside. And that was exactly the point. Decker stood in the strategy room with the revised schedules spread across the table, one hand braced against the wood while Tony shuffled papers into separate stacks. Jared stood at the opposite end, going over patrol notes with the same hard patience he brought to war planning. Lotty sat near the hearth with a copy of the household schedule across her lap, reading it for the third time to make sure ev
The Alpha Forgets 74
74 Lotty knew something was wrong the moment Decker came back to their room and tried to act like nothing was wrong. He was too calm. That was the problem. Not relaxed. Not easy. Controlled. Carefully controlled in the way he got when violence had already crossed his mind and strategy was now keeping it on a leash. She stood near the table by the window, still in a loose shirt and trousers, her hair half braided for bed, and watched him unbutton his cuffs with measured precision. “You’re doing that thing again,” she said. Decker glanced up. “What thing?” “The one where you pretend everything’s fine while your entire body says otherwise.” His mouth twitched once. “Very descriptive.” “I’m a doctor.” “That’s not medical.” “It’s accurate.” He set the cufflinks down and moved toward the sideboard where a half-finished glass of water waited. He drank some, buying himself a second. Lotty folded her arms. “That was avoidance.” “Yes.” She narrowed her eyes. “Decker.” He looked at
The Alpha Forgets 73
73 The packhouse had gone from celebration to containment in less than an hour. Doors quietly sealed. Corridors watched. Movement controlled without panic. To anyone unaware, Dark Mountain had simply settled after a long night. To the wolves who mattered it had locked down. Three separate rooms. Three separate prisoners. Three separate interrogations. And one shared understanding between the Alpha, his Beta, and his General: Do not bring in the suspects yet. Not until they knew exactly how deep the rot went. Decker’s room. The room he chose was small. Stone walls. No windows. One table bolted to the floor. No distractions. No escape. The wolf across from him was the one from the sitting room the one Hale’s false schedule had drawn in like bait on a hook. He wasn’t a high-ranking wolf. Not a leader. But he wasn’t a mindless rogue either. There was discipline in the way he held himself, even with his hands bound and his throat still marked from where Decker had pinned him to the wal
The Alpha Forgets 72
72 With the Luna ceremony complete, Dark Mountain no longer stood on uncertain ground. That mattered. More than Decker would admit out loud. The pack had seen Lotty at his side. They had accepted her. They had howled for her, celebrated her, and watched her stand beneath the weight of the title without bending. That piece was settled. Now he could turn his full attention back to the rot still buried inside his pack. And this time, he intended to tear it out cleanly. The traps were already in motion. Bennet had received altered correspondence through council channels, small, subtle discrepancies tied to meeting logistics and alliance communications. Nothing dramatic. Just enough to tempt a careful wolf into passing along information he should not have. Kellan had been fed a revised eastern patrol pattern through Jared’s office. The route changes were meaningless on their own, but if they drifted where they shouldn’t, Decker would know. And Hale… Hale now held a household movement
The Alpha Forgets 71
71 The packhouse had finally gone quiet. Not silent Dark Mountain never truly was but quieter in a way that only came after something big had been claimed, witnessed, and celebrated. The echoes of music still lingered faintly in the walls, laughter carried down distant corridors, and somewhere far below a stubborn group of wolves refused to let the night end. But up here it was still. Decker stood in his office beneath a low lamplight, Matthew’s file spread open across his desk. The Luna ceremony was over. Lotty was his Luna. The pack had accepted it. And now, with the mountain settled for the night, Decker turned his attention back to the part no one had celebrated. The rot. He had been reading for over an hour. Not skimming. Reading. Again and again, forcing himself past the satisfaction of the ceremony and into the colder reality waiting underneath it. Because the truth didn’t care that the pack had howled for their Luna. It didn’t care that the mountain had felt whole for a fe
The Alpha Forgets 70
70 As the night stretched on, the celebration softened. The music didn’t stop but it slowed, shifting from lively dances to something deeper, more rhythmic, more intimate. The louder voices faded into clusters of quieter conversation. Children had long since been carried off to beds or curled up asleep on chairs, wrapped in blankets and laughter that had finally worn them out. The great hall still glowed with candlelight, but the edges of it had grown calmer. Full. Satisfied. Dark Mountain had celebrated. Now it was settling. Lotty stood near one of the open archways, the cool night air brushing her skin as she looked out over the courtyard. Lanterns swayed gently, and a few stubborn groups of wolves still lingered outside, unwilling to let the night end just yet. Behind her, the hall hummed with the last of the celebration. Beside her Decker. He hadn’t left her side all night. Not once. Even now, as things quieted, his presence remained steady and close, one hand resting lightly
The Alpha Forgets 39
39 The candles had burned down to stubs. Dinner sat half-cleared on the small table, forgotten. The room still carried the faint warmth of what had almost happened, something soft, something intimate, but now it was overshadowed by the sharp edge of reality. Blood had replaced romance. War had in
The Alpha Forgets 38
38 Blood still streaked the third-floor hallway when the packhouse finally settled enough for Lotty to do her job. Cole sat on the edge of a chair dragged out from the sitting room, shirt half torn off, jaw clenched while she cleaned the long slash across his shoulder. The cut looked vicious at f
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37 The evening had been planned carefully. Too carefully. Decker had spent most of the afternoon arranging it, quietly coordinating with the kitchen and slipping back upstairs before Lotty could suspect anything. The guards had noticed, of course, nothing happened in the packhouse without someone
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36 The meeting room in the packhouse had once been a formal dining hall. Now it has become something else entirely. The long wooden table at the center held maps instead of plates, territory markers instead of candles. Old scars carved into the wood hinted at past arguments, past decisions that ha
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