Semua Bab Alpha Raven : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Katya sat cross-legged on the wooden floor of her cabin, surrounded by stacks of dusty books and old journals. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and a hint of lavender, her mother’s favourite herb. Sunlight streamed in through the small, round window, casting a warm glow over the room and illuminating the particles of dust that danced in the air. She carefully opened one of her mother's old journals, its leather cover worn and soft from years of use.There was a sense of urgency driving her, a need to uncover something she had overlooked before. The memory of seeing that strange, cryptic language in the books belonging to Charlotte's mother had stirred something deep within her. It was the same language she had seen, long ago, in the margins of her mother's journals, but had never been able to understand. She still remembers sneaking into her mother’s room to steal her favourite lipstick from her bag but coming across a strange journal instead. The cover of that journal w

Charlotte and Katya sat at a small, round mahogany table near the fireplace, its embers glowing faintly, providing a comforting warmth. The table was cluttered with the tools of their current endeavour: several old, leather-bound journals, yellowed with age, lay open alongside notebooks filled with their meticulous scribbles. A few reference books on ancient languages and a magnifying glass were also scattered across the table.Charlotte, with her black hair pulled back into a loose bun, leaned over one of the journals, her brow furrowed in concentration. She wore a simple yet elegant navy dress, her sleeves rolled up to avoid smudging the ink. Katya, sitting across from her, was equally focused. Her blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she absently twirled a strand around her finger as she read. She wore a light blue blouse and jeans, her attire more casual but equally practical for their work.The room was filled with the quiet rustling of pages and the occasional murmured wor

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the sprawling grounds of the ancestral pack house. Charlotte stood by the large bay window in the study, her fingers brushing the worn leather cover of her mother’s old journals. The journals were a lifeline to a past she scarcely understood, filled with cryptic symbols and fragmented tales of the pack’s history. Discovering that these journals contained the names of pack members had been a revelation. Now, Charlotte was determined to interact with her pack as much as possible to find any link between them and the names inscribed in the faded ink.The study door creaked open, and Katya stepped in, her green eyes glinting in the dim light. “Are you ready for this, Charlotte?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.Charlotte turned to face her friend, determination etched into her features. “I have to be, Katya. There’s so much we don’t know. These journals might hold the key to understanding our past, our lineage, and perh

Samantha pushes aside the stray strands of hair on Theo’s forehead. He looks so peaceful while sleeping, she thinks to herself as she takes in his serene face. She was currently in his bed, lying naked next to him. Ever since the shift, she has been sleeping here with him. For some reason, their relationship took a complete 360-degree turn. Sure, they were mates even before the shift but somehow it always felt like there was an invisible wall between them. That wall vanished into thin air with the shift.They are the happiest they have ever been. Theo seeks her out at every possible moment he can. His love language is touch, she noticed. Even when they are in public, he would graze the sleeves of her dress, sometimes her hair to make his presence known, as if she would ever need a reminder.Also, there’s that matter of Theo being the Beta of her pack. It was so surreal, the moment when Charlotte recognized Theo as her Beta and he recognized her as his Alpha. She couldn’t fathom what A

The Blue Orchid pack's compound was a hive of activity as preparations for Aunt Caitlyn's arrival reached a fever pitch. The excitement and nervousness were palpable in the air. Aunt Caitlyn, the formidable Alpha of the Golden Forest pack, commanded respect and admiration from everyone, and her visits were always significant events. Adding to the anticipation was the arrival of Daniel Scott, the head coordinator of inter-pack relations, who had been travelling extensively, meeting with Alphas of other packs. Rumours swirled about the new information he was bringing with him, information that could potentially change the course of their pack's future.The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the compound. Wolves in their human forms bustled about, carrying out various tasks. The scent of freshly baked bread and roasted meat wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest. The communal area, usually a place of relaxed gathering, was now a sc