Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha, Not Luna: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 85

Alpha Soren’s POV Her words hung in the air, colder than any wind that’s ever brushed over me. It could give the Arctic winds competition ‘I'll break your arm.’ The threat cut deeper than it should have. Meg's violet eyes, once soft and filled with something I didn’t deserve, were now hardened with the same venom she reserved for rogues. She wasn’t bluffing. I knew that, but it was the way she stood between me and him-like he was something worth protecting. It made my blood boil. I should’ve ripped his throat out the second he stood in my way. And as if sensing Logan’s desperation to break free and slice his claws across the delta’s neck, Will rushes everyone out, leaving Megan and I in privacy. Meg, standing there like I wasn’t even her Alpha anymore. The worst part was, maybe I wasn’t. She was different now. Stronger. Surer of herself than I’d ever seen her. And it made me realize just how much I had lost. She was everything any alpha would want and more too

Megan’s POV Breathing out harshly, I stand at the window of the small office in Jax’s house, staring out at the woods that bordered the pack lands in the near distance. The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting long shadows on the ground, but I couldn’t focus on the beauty of it. My mind is elsewhere- on Soren, on Mackenzie, and on the pack that was slowly falling apart. On the three young boys that were plagued with fevers for the past two nights and what would happen to them after I left. Jax said it was normal for boys to get fevers that way but still I worried. The k*llings that were happening to the pack members and humans. The fact that Gail thought it was related to her own pack being slaughtered years back. But most importantly on Mackenzie and Soren. She needed her father and he, his daughter. Red is very stubborn and thinks Soren deserves nothing but my scorn and only softened because Soren being hurt meant her mate Logan being hurt as well. Will, had requested

Alpha Meg’s POV Hmm, will I ever get used to my new role? Here I am, in the official meeting room, sitting at the head of the table with Soren on the other end, a slight frown between his well-shaped thick eyebrows. His once-commanding presence was dulled by a weakened frame and haunted eyes. His jaw was tight and twitching, showing his displeasure like the others, since the sight of Jax coming in behind me. The room was tense with the weight of the discussion. The grand hall, with its high ceilings and intricate carvings, seemed smaller under the pressure of so many strong wills clashing. Red’s eyes were sharp and unwavering as they scanned the faces before us. To my right, Beta Will leaned forward, his brows furrowed deeper than Soren’s, clearly displeased. Next to him sat three Zetas, the elders of our pack, with silver-streaked through their hair, watched with guarded expressions, while Jax was seated to the le