Alle Kapitel von I Got You - Coastal Wolves Series: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Ring… ring… ring… Delia groaned softly, stirring from sleep as her phone vibrated insistently on the nightstand. Still half-asleep, she fumbled for it, squinting at the screen. Riley. A small frown creased her brow. Riley wasn’t supposed to call her. A sliver of unease crept into Delia’s chest as she swiped to answer. “Hello?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. “Delia.” Riley’s voice came through the line, tense and anxious. Delia sat up instantly, her heart pounding. “Riley? What’s wrong?” A sniffle. Then a shaky breath. “Oh, Delia…” Riley’s voice cracked. “I think they found me. The people who were looking for you.” Delia felt the blood drain from her face. “What? How? Tell me everything!” “I don’t know,” Riley’s voice wavered. “I was headed home from work and stopped by the corner store to grab some milk. When I looked out the window, I saw them—two men standing right outside my building.” Delia’s grip tightened around the phone. “Are you sure it was them?

Ethan sat near the grand windows of the mansion, his body tense as Alex’s mind-link echoed in his head.“Rafe’s been hit with wolfsbane. He’s unconscious. We’re taking him to the hospital now”A chill settled in his bones. Wolfsbane was no ordinary poison—it was lethal to werewolves, weakening them beyond recovery if not treated quickly. And if Rafe, their Alpha, had fallen in battle, the situation was even worse than he thought.But his biggest concern at the moment sat across from him.Delia was curled up on the couch, her slender fingers lightly tracing the spine of the book in her lap. Though her eyes were locked onto the pages, he could tell her mind was elsewhere. Probably on Rafe.Ethan swallowed. She didn’t know the truth.About Rafe. About werewolves. About the extent of the war that Rafe was fighting right outside these walls.And yet—he had to tell her something.Making a quick decision, he pulled out his phone, pretending to read a text. He needed an excuse. A human excuse

The crew parted as Delia was shoved forward, their yellow eyes gleaming in the dim lantern light. Some grinned, others eyed her like she was a prey. But it was the man standing at the railing that held her attention. His stance was casual, hands resting lightly on the wooden railing, but Delia could tell immediately—he was dangerous. His sandy brown hair was wild from the wind, and when he finally turned, the glowing gold of his wolf eyes pierced through the darkness. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and despite the way he stood with ease, Delia’s sharp eyes caught the subtle stiffness in his posture. His shirt was dark, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the bloodstained bandages beneath it. He was injured and it had likely been when they attacked St. John. A flicker of satisfaction curled in her chest. So, they hadn’t won completely. “Ah,” the man finally murmured, a slow smirk curving his lips. “So, this is the infamous Delia.” She lifted her chin, refusing to show fear. “

Once Simon was back on his battleship with an unconscious Delia in his arms, he moved swiftly through the deck, his boots thudding against the wooden planks. His grip on her was firm but careful, mindful of her injuries.He pushed through the infirmary doors, his voice cutting through the tense air.“Get the doctor. Now.”The nurses jumped into action, one of them sprinting down the corridor while Simon gently laid Delia onto an empty cot. She looked fragile under the harsh medical lights, her skin pale beneath the soot and grime. His jaw clenched. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.Within a minute, the doctor arrived and he wasted no time, kneeling beside Delia and inspecting her wounds.“Her leg is badly injured,” Simon muttered, his voice tight.The doctor worked quickly, his hands moving over Delia’s body with practiced efficiency. After a thorough check, he turned to a nurse. “Put her on oxygen. She’s weakened and has inhale a lot of smoke. If we don’t stabilize her soon

Alex stood in his office, staring out the large window, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The moonlight cast long shadows across the pack lands, and everything looked deceptively peaceful. But his mind was anything but at peace. Natasha’s words kept replaying in his head. You need me. The pack needs me. Damn her. A sharp ring shattered the silence, and Alex turned swiftly, his jaw tightening before he reached for his phone. He didn’t recognize the number at first, but as soon as he answered, a familiar, breathless voice came through the line. “Alex?” He exhaled, shoulders easing just slightly. “Aria.” “Thank God I’ve reached you.” Her voice was laced with worry. “Marcus told me what happened, and I just—I couldn’t believe it. Is it true? About the attack? Rafe and Ethan…and Delia missing?” Alex rubbed a hand down his face, the weight of everything settling deeper into his bones. “Yeah, kid,” he said, voice rough. “It’s true. Things are…not great here.” There w