Semua Bab Chosen By The Lycan King: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Jessica/Tessa pov.“Ana… no!”I stared at myself like I wasn’t even in my own body, watching the scene play out all over again in my mind. Ana pushed me away, her body colliding with the rogue’s as it lunged. The sound of the bite, the scream—it wouldn’t stop ringing.“No! Stop!”I heard myself shouting, but it was like my voice belonged to someone else.“Jessica,” someone said softly, shaking me.“Save Ana, please,” I whispered. My hands felt wet, and when I looked down, they were covered in blood.“Tessa, wake up.”That voice. I knew that voice. Zane.Am I dreaming?I forced my eyes open. My whole body felt like it had been ripped apart and sewn back together. My chest ached, my head was spinning, and my throat was dry. The tears came on their own before I even realized I was crying.“Ana…” It was the first word that left my mouth. “Where’s Ana?”Zane didn’t answer. His face looked blank, too calm, like he’d practiced that expression.“How are you feeling?” he asked instead, voice

Zane pov.I was in the interrogation room, torturing some of the rogues we caught. So far, I hadn’t made any progress. Not only had they refused to admit anything or say who was controlling them, but every single one of them kept repeating the same two words: boss and hide.We’d starved them for three days and nights, given them nothing but water, still, they refused to break. Their eyes were hollow, yet their loyalty remained. That was what made it worse — the silence, the defiance. I’d seen all kinds of rogues before, but never ones this organized.We’d managed to rescue Ronald two nights ago. He was still receiving treatment from Fred, too weak to even stand, and he hadn’t said a word since he woke. Every time I looked at him, I was reminded of how close we were to losing another person.I walked slowly to where one of the rogues sat chained to the chair. He looked half-dead already — covered in dirt, dried blood, and bruises, but the fire in his eyes was still there.We’d separat

Zane pov.Jessica leaned against my shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips, I let out a satisfied sigh inhaling her scent even more. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be so obsessed and in love with a woman. “You’re more careful than me,” she said softly.I looked down at her, unable to stop the warmth spreading in my chest. “Maybe,” I said. “But someone has to make sure you don’t forget to eat.”She laughed lightly. It was the first time I had heard that sound in days. Since Ana’s death, she’d hardly smiled. I wanted to keep that moment a little longer.That morning, I had woken up earlier than usual. Couldn’t sleep anyway. The night had been quiet, too quiet. So instead of staring at the ceiling again, I went to the kitchen and made the blueberry muffins she liked. It was stupid, maybe. The great Alpha of the Western Tribe baking muffins before a mission. But I did it anyway.When they were done, I packed them neatly in a small box. She’d been working all n

Zane pov.“Clear out the area. Make sure no one leaves alive.”My voice came out flat, controlled. The others scattered immediately, already knowing what that meant. I clenched the token in my hand, the same one that had arrived with that anonymous letter and headed straight for the abandoned scrapyard on the outskirts.Whoever sent the message would think the P already got it. That’s what I wanted.When I got there, the air reeked of rust and old metal. We hurriedly laid out silver thread traps, thin enough to disappear in the dust. From a distance, it looked like nothing more than cobwebs clinging to junk. Perfect.“Double check the corners,” I said quietly.Tyson gave a nod, motioning to two of the men to spread out. We didn’t talk after that. The silence before a hunt is always the same — heavy, quiet, waiting for something to breathe wrong.We hid behind old scrap piles and waited.Minutes dragged, and then we heard them. Footsteps. Multiple.“Stay alert,” I whispered.Tyson mur

Zane pov.It’s been three days since I caught him.Three days, and the bastard still hasn’t said a word.At first, I thought he was mute. But he isn’t.Every time the guards replace the silver thread around his body, he screams. Loud enough to shake the whole dungeon. Then goes back to being silent again, as if nothing happened.No matter how much I torture him, he only grunts. Never speaks. Never begs. Just stares at me with those dead eyes.Jessica still doesn’t want him near Paige. She thinks they might have some sort of secret way of communicating. I agree. So I’ve kept them apart, far from each other.When I entered the dungeon that morning, the guards straightened immediately. The air reeked of blood and burnt flesh, sharp enough to make anyone choke. But I was used to it.“Did he eat?” I asked one of the guards without looking at him.“No, Alpha,” he said quickly. “He pushed the food out again.”I nodded once and walked to the cage.The leader was lying on his side, breathing