Semua Bab Alpha Alexander: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The days since Serena's disappearance felt like a blur to Alexandro. Time lost meaning, and every minute without her became a stabbing reminder of his failure. He had waited with eager anticipation at the border, expecting to welcome her into his arms. He had even taken care to prepare a small surprise—her favorite flowers, carefully arranged in the guest chamber she loved. But the day came and went. No carriage. No Serena. At first, he tried to dismiss the anxiety rising in his chest. Maybe there had been a delay. Maybe they had stopped for the night or taken a different route. But as daylight faded into dusk and she still hadn’t arrived, he knew something was wrong.Without a moment’s hesitation, he mounted his horse and set out. The guards had tried to stop him, insisting they go in his place, but he wouldn’t hear it. He had to find her himself. Hours later, he came across the overturned carriage on the side of a narrow forest path. The horses were gone, and the driver—his body lay

The waves crashed mercilessly against the side of the vessel, and Alexandro stood at the helm, soaked to the bone, his cloak heavy with rain. His eyes scanned the endless stretch of sea ahead, as if by some miracle, Serena would appear from the mist. His wolf, Ravik, was restless inside him, growling with frustration and fear. Every second that passed without a trace of her was unbearable.They had followed every lead, every whisper, every sailor’s tale of a rogue ship seen vanishing into the mist. But now, in the middle of a roaring storm, even the bravest of his men were faltering. The wind howled like banshees across the sails, and the ship groaned under the weight of nature’s fury.Jacob, Serena’s elder brother, clutched the railing as he stumbled toward Alexandro. His voice barely rose above the storm. “It’s getting worse. If we go any farther, we risk everyone’s lives.”Alexandro didn’t respond immediately. He kept his gaze fixed forward, his jaw clenched. His knuckles were whit

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.Valerian had learned about Serena’s abduction from Alexandro himself, not through any of the southern messengers or patrol lines. That was unsettling in itself. But what truly gnawed at his mind wasn’t Alexandro’s desperation—it was the silence of another man. The one who should’ve reached out immediately. Serena’s father. He knew that he loved his daughter and was so protective of her. He'd seen it whenever he went to meet that man. He heard that he's still in his pack, continuing his daily activities, which isn't him. Seren

Alexandro sat in the war chamber, maps spread across the stone table, his fingers brushing over the routes marked in red ink. His mind wasn’t there—not with the territory, not with the soldiers or strategy. It was with Serena. It had been too many days since she vanished, and with every passing minute, the silence was eating away at him. He hadn’t slept properly, barely eaten. Ravik, his wolf, growled in frustration inside his mind constantly. The mate bond was strong—it was burning. But without direction, without answers, Alexandro was going mad.Then, the message came.One of Valerian’s silver hawks landed on the balcony rail. It bore the symbol of the Blood Moon Pack, a wax seal he’d learned to recognize from the years they’d spent as rivals. Alexandro tore the parchment open immediately, his brows narrowing as he read.“Let us meet. I have reason to believe we are chasing the same shadow. —Valerian.”Alexandro didn’t hesitate. For the first time in their entire history of cold war

The tension in the room was unbearable.For days, Edward and Jacob had watched their father with growing suspicion, observing the way he distanced himself from any discussions about Serena’s abduction. He hadn’t attended a single search meeting, nor had he once come to ask Alexandro for updates. His silence was no longer something they could ignore.That morning, they found him in the study, sitting at his usual place by the window, sipping from a cup of black tea as though nothing in the world had changed. The same peaceful look rested on his face—the one that used to bring them comfort. But today, it stirred nothing but a quiet, boiling frustration.“Father,” Edward said, voice firm but calm.Their father turned his head slightly. “Yes?”“We need to talk,” Jacob said, closing the door behind them.Their father’s brows furrowed. “What is this about?”Edward stepped forward. “Serena. And the truth.”“I’ve already told you everything I know.” He looked away, taking another sip from his