Semua Bab Alpha Hugo - The Forced Rejection: Bab 41 - Bab 45

The night was quiet in Sarai’s room, the only sound the soft rustle of the rain outside, the patter of droplets against the windowpane. She sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers absently tracing the edge of the worn fabric, lost in thought.The moment with Hugo on the training grounds kept replaying in her mind—his hand on her cheek, the tenderness in his touch that had melted the icy distance between them. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes. His warmth had seeped into her skin, into her soul, and for the first time in weeks, Sarai allowed herself to feel the weight of what had been growing between them for so long.The love she felt for him was not just because of the bond they shared, the connection woven between them by fate. It was more than that. It was the way he looked at her now, with something more than the protective instinct he had carried for so long. There was admiration in his gaze, a recognition of the strength she was showing in

The morning after the marking, the world felt different. The soft glow of morning filtered through the open flaps of the tent, casting golden hues over the forest clearing. Sarai lay beneath the thick sheets on the mattress, the cool air of the woods contrasting against the warmth of Hugo’s mark still tingling on her skin. The air was crisper, the sounds sharper—everything around Sarai pulsed with a new awareness. She lay in bed, the faint warmth of Hugo’s mark still tingling against her skin. Tracing her fingers over the delicate crescent moon now etched onto her shoulder, she felt a strange comfort settle within her. She was no longer just an outsider, no longer just a human amongst wolves. She belonged—to him, to this pack, to this life.Yet as much as the mark had bound them together, the weight of everything else still lingered between them. The loss of Ryker, the growing threat of Malrik, the unspoken fears neither of them had yet voiced. And Hug

Hugo’s mind raced, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Someone had betrayed them. There was no other explanation for how Malrik’s forces had known about the messengers. The enemy had been prepared, waiting for them beyond the borders. Someone within Ocean Crest had fed them that information.His sea-green eyes burned with fury as he paced the length of his study, his thoughts spiraling. Who could it be? A pack member? A scout? Someone close to the council? He hated to doubt his own people, but the breach of trust had cost them dearly. Their enemies were already moving, and they had barely begun rallying their allies.He slammed his fist onto the wooden desk, the sound echoing through the room. They had to act fast, and they had to find the traitor before more lives were lost.Riders were sent out before the dawn, swift wolves carrying sealed messages to every allied pack across the region. Their mission was urgent, their paths dangerous. The fat