Semua Bab Alpha Nero: Bab 101 - Bab 110

OrionThe war room is colder than usual this morning, the tension in the air thick and almost suffocating. I stand by the door, watching as Legion glares across the table at Zane, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. It’s only a matter of time before he snaps.Zane, on the other hand, looks like shit. He’s pale, dark circles under his eyes, but he holds himself together, standing near the far wall, arms crossed, gaze locked on the floor. He’s bracing himself, and I can feel the weight of everything we’re about to deal with pressing down on all of us.Arkyn enters the room, his presence commanding as always, and the tension spikes. Legion shifts in his seat, and the second Zane lifts his eyes, it’s over. Legion explodes out of his chair, charging across the room, fist already cocked back.“You son of a—”“Legion!” Arkyn’s voice cuts through the room, sharp and full of authority.Legion’s fist stops inches from Zane’s face. Zane doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even try to defend hims

ZaneI wake up with a jolt, my chest heaving as the remnants of that damn nightmare cling to me. The room is dim, unfamiliar, but the scent of pack is everywhere—Arkyn’s packhouse, no doubt. My body feels like I’ve been hit by a truck, and my head pounds with the aftermath of whatever the hell happened to me last night.My mind is still scrambled, the memory of Orion’s face twisted in pain flashing through my mind like a broken record. That dream… it was too real. Too close to everything I’ve tried to bury.The door creaks open, and I tense immediately, my instincts kicking in before I even realize it’s him.Orion steps into the room, his expression shifting from guarded to surprised when he sees I’m awake. “Zane,” he says, his voice softer than I expect. “Didn’t think you’d be up this soon.”I sit up slowly, my muscles protesting every movement, but I don’t take my eyes off him. There’s something in the way he looks at me; like he’s relieved but also unsure, like he’s still trying to

OrionThe sound of heavy boots echoes through the pack house just before Creed Volkov walks in, filling the space with his sheer presence. I glance up as he strides through the door, his blond hair pulled back and his piercing blue eyes scanning the room like he’s assessing everything in one go. Built like a damn tank, Creed’s the kind of Alpha that makes people stop and stare—not just because of his size, but because of the raw power that rolls off him in waves.“Fuck,” Creed says with a grin, his deep voice booming. “Everywhere I turn, I see a Leonetti.”I can’t help but chuckle, even though the situation is anything but light. “Yeah, we’re hard to get rid of.”He steps forward and takes my hand in a firm grip, pulling me into a half-hug, his massive arm slapping me on the back. Last time I saw him, he and Nova helped us deal with the Meraloth that had possessed my sister, Morana. It wasn’t an experience any of us would forget.Nova follows in right behind Creed, her blonde hair ju

ZaneI’m in that space between sleep and wakefulness, the kind where you’re drifting, weightless, with nothing but the darkness around you. It’s peaceful, almost too peaceful, and for once, I don’t wake up in a cold sweat. But then something pulls me out of it: soft, warm, insistent.Lips.I blink, still disoriented, but the pressure against my mouth is unmistakable, and it’s not a dream. The kiss deepens, and I groan softly, my body reacting before my mind catches up. It’s slow, warm, and familiar. Then the scent hits me.My eyes snap open.Orion’s hovering over me, his hands on either side of my head, his face inches from mine. He’s shirtless, and by the way I can feel his hard cock against my abdomen, he’s only in his boxer shorts.The room is dim, but there’s no mistaking the possessiveness in his silver gaze. His lips brush against mine again, sending a shock of warmth through me, waking me up fully.“What the hell are you doing?” I manage to whisper, my voice thick with sleep an

OrionI’m sitting by Zane’s bedside, watching him struggle with each breath. Nova’s still working on the spell to help him, but it’s not enough. We’re running out of time. His coughing fits have gotten worse, and every time I see more blood, a new wave of panic rolls through me. I can’t lose him—not like this, not after everything.The door creaks open, and Arkyn steps in. He’s quiet for a second, his gaze sweeping over Zane before locking onto me. I don’t need to hear him speak to know that he’s already figured it out. That sharp, calculating look he always wears is still there, but there’s a heaviness in his expression, like he’s seeing the gravity of the situation for the first time.“Orion,” he says, his voice low, careful. “We need to talk.”I push myself to my feet, running a hand over my face. “What now, Arkyn? What else do you need to hear?”He steps closer, arms crossed over his chest, his brow furrowed. “Zane must know something important for the witches to go to these leng