Alle Kapitel von Born For The Alpha: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

The mall was alive with movement—bright, noisy, filled with a sea of people weaving through aisles stacked with gleaming devices. Arda barely noticed the chatter, the hum of conversations blending with the distant sound of a child whining for a toy. She moved through the tech section, her fingers grazing the sleek surfaces of high-end phones as an attendant hovered nearby, ready to assist. Chester and Karina flanked her, their watchful eyes darting around, wary of external threats. Finally, she chose. A phone with a crisp camera, vast memory, and a lightning-fast processor. It was perfect—not just for its features, but for what it represented. A semblance of independence. Control. The purchase was made. The device, hers. And with it, a shift in the air. Outside, the sky had deepened to a dusky blue, streaked with the dying embers of sunlight. The city hummed with its usual rhythm—car horns blaring in irritation, the distant wail of a siren, vendors calling out their last

Chester hesitated, his pulse hammering against his ribs. If the Alpha was calling in this tone, it could only mean one thing—Arda had lied.His gaze darted toward her. She was blissfully unaware of the storm brewing on the other end of the call. A drink in her hand, laughter spilling from her lips, she swayed to the music with Karina, completely lost in the moment. She had no idea what she had just set into motion."I'm listening," Gillow's voice was sharp, the restrained fury evident in every syllable.Chester swallowed hard. His mind raced, torn between protecting Arda and Karina or saving himself."Alpha, I... I—" His voice faltered. What was the right move here? Take the blame and hope to minimize the damage? But then his eyes flicked back to Karina—her face alight with rare joy. She had suffered enough in recent times. And Arda... that reckless little minx. What had she been thinking? Dragging them into this mess? But then he recalled the way she had pleaded earlier—her voice thi

Arda had stopped struggling by the time she was brought into the room. The fire of her protests had died, leaving only soft sniffling in its wake. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her body trembling—not just from the alcohol wreaking havoc inside her but from something deeper, something raw.Gillow was already there, waiting. His sharp eyes took in the wrecked state she was in, and beneath the surface of his calm, his fury burned. Not at her—no, never at her—but at those who had let this happen. Yet he forced himself to swallow the rage. She needed care, not wrath.At his direction, they placed her gently onto the couch, close to the bed. The moment they stepped back, he moved forward, crouching beside her, his presence a solid force against her frailty.He carried the tea he had prepared. It wasn’t the best remedy, but it was something, and right now, something was better than nothing. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his warmth, his fingers brushing ag

The garden shimmered beneath the soft silver hue of twilight, the last strokes of sun bowing out to the deepening night. Lights from the mansion spilled gently across the path, casting golden trails along the edges of stone, leaf, and water. The natural waterfall Arda had always admired now whispered soothingly in the background, its steady cascade sounding like a lullaby sung by the Earth itself.A breeze, cool and perfumed with the scent of wild jasmine and dew-laced roses, brushed past Arda’s cheek. Her hair danced in the wind. It felt as though the night wanted to touch her too, to press itself gently against her skin.She sat cross-legged on a cushioned bench under a canopy of moon-kissed trees. Her notepad lay open on her lap, half-filled with scribbles—notes she’d managed to take in between the moments her heart betrayed her and focused more on him than the work.Gillow was beside her, dangerously close. His voice—velvety and unhurried—filled the space between them like music.

Arda's eyes scanned the library with wonder. The library still took her breath away—its towering shelves, golden chandeliers, and dust motes floating like galaxies.She lingered on a portrait of Gillow’s ancestors before turning to the battered tome on the oak table. Curiosity tugged at her chest. She was ready now—ready to face every word of the prophecy.Gillow watched her, warmth in his eyes. He loved seeing her awe.“The Elder spends most of his time here,” he said gently. “His office is just behind that door—the inner chamber.”Arda glanced toward the door, imagining the old werewolf vampire surrounded by books and secrets.“In our community,” Gillow continued, “he’s the wisest of us. And still, he’s been searching for a cure for the craving… for your blood.”The words struck her like a sudden chill. Her fingers tightened on the table’s edge.He saw it at once and stepped closer, voice firm but soft. “Calm down, mate. The dose is still active—you’re safe.”She nodded, though the