บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Brocks Mate: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Stephanie – The legend speaks of wolves finding guidance from the moon goddess in a mystical land. That never happened for us. Instead of otherworldly meetings, there's just Aurina, my shimmering and bothersome wolf companion. I lounged on the soft grass, inhaling its earthy smell, until Aurina pushed me out with a crude, territorial gesture that left me speechless—she urinated right beside my head. "Aurina, really? That's disgusting," I groaned, making a face. "The ground was dirty to begin with," Aurina quipped with a smirk. "I like to believe it was clean," I countered, clinging to a nicer illusion. "Foolish girl," Aurina chuckled in her raspy voice. "I command here, and I won’t let you rest on my turf once I've claimed it." Reluctantly standing, I accepted my place outside her claimed territory. "

Janice’s Point of View --- Brock has ignored me ever since that blonde woman left his office on interview day. Obsessed, he's used all his resources to find out who she is. The moment he desperately reached out to the beta and me, I was prowling the packhouse halls trying to get Brock's attention. In his eyes, I had now become unnoticed due to his intense focus he had on this woman who, at the time, he didn't even know if she was his mate. And then, as Brock carried the blonde unconscious into the hospital, I was greeted by her scent clinging to him, it was a sickly-sweet stabbing that attached to my throat all while he urgently attended to her registration. Secretly, I wished for the earth to open up and swallow that she-wolf whole; Brock’s usual indifference to the injured females in the pack hospital made her impact even more unbearable. I reluctantly agreed to let the Omegas prepare the suites for Alpha Silverton and his family. Unexpectedly, Justin Silverton, the third child

Grayson - Under the canopy of twilight, I clasped Janice's hand, her fingers entwining with mine as they had in the sun-dappled days of our youth. With hearts pounding and the crispness of adventure in the air, we sprinted toward the serene expanse of the lake that lay cradled in the North Shore's embrace. The water beckoned to us like an old friend, its surface sparkled with the last golden rays of a setting sun. For us, who grew up as close as siblings, the lake was our refuge, a place where the symphony of splashes and joyful shrieks became the melody of our existence. As we shed the constraints of our clothing down to the barest of essentials, our laughter echoed with an unrestrained glee reminiscent of a time when life was simpler. The old tire swing, which hung from the wise old oak by the bank, was our chariot. Amid the sounds of creaking rope and our own anticipatory screams, we swung out over the heart of the lake, our bodies slicing through the humid air. With a collective

Brocks's Perspective:My wolf, Jasper, has nearly been driving me insane. It's been nearly a week since Stephanie was taken to the pack hospital. The doctors managed to rid her body of the lethal toxins, and by all accounts, she should be conscious already. But she's not, and now Jasper yearns for me to be by Stephanie's side constantly, holding her hand.Distracted by my worry, I've become a wreck. Tasks of my Alpha role go neglected, furniture lies in splinters, and I've sent more laptops sailing through windows than I care to count.On the second day after Alpha Silverton arrived, I found myself deep in conversation with him. I laid bare the tale of Stephanie's rescue and my guilt over not reaching her sooner, which explains the endless hours I spent by her bedside. We also touched upon the situation with an unwelcome She-wolf in our pack; I needed to arrange for her temporary transfer to his territory—ostensibly to stop her relentless pursuit of me. We decided to move Stephanie to

Janice's point of view –As I paced back and forth, the sharp heels of my stilettos etching grooves into the hard wooden floor, I was oblivious to the damage. My body trembled with fear — the kind of shaking that would've been visible to anyone who happened to be around.The moment Brock would finish reading through all those messages, I was certain he would demand a severe punishment.I nearly succumbed to Missy's influence, who through a series of text messages, talked me out of administering poison into Stephanie's IV. My mind was in chaos, consumed by thoughts of getting rid of Stephanie permanently.Brock and I had been intimate for so many years; losing him felt like losing a destined life partner. My heart ached profoundly as he pulled away from me. Each day without him was like being repeatedly stabbed with a sharp blade. His avoidance was clear – at work, at home, even at pack dinners where his absence coincided with my presence. It was unmistakable, he was distancing himself