บททั้งหมดของ The Stolen Alpha : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

As Athena stepped into the crisp evening air, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filled her lungs, echoing the turmoil that had been brewing inside her. Her newfound understanding of Gabriel's troubled past had awakened a deep well of empathy, and she felt an overwhelming urge to connect with him. She tracked him to the pack's borders, where the fading sunlight cast long shadows across the forest floor. The rustle of leaves and snapping of twigs beneath her feet served as a gentle announcement of her approach.Gabriel stood tall, his piercing gaze scanning the horizon as he patrolled the perimeter. His broad shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly as he sensed Athena's presence. She approached him with a gentle smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "Alpha Gabriel, may I join you?"He turned to face her, his eyes, like the stars beginning to twinkle in the evening sky, softening from their usual intensity. A subtle nod invited her to walk beside him, the silence between the

Back at Dominion pack, Athena's body trembled, her muscles convulsing as the wolf heat intensified. Her skin prickled with sweat, her senses heightened. The heat began again the day after the calming ritual. It was going beyond wolf heat, her features were changing.Zephyr, the most experienced in medical and magical aspects, exclaimed with awe, “Athena is transforming!”Elara's concerned voice echoed in her mind, a steady anchor amidst the turmoil. "Athena, you can do it. Flow with the transformation." Athena's control waned, her grip on her humanity faltering. Her vision blurred, colors bleeding together like watercolors.Her heart pounded, the rhythm accelerating into a frenzied beat. The air thickened, heavy with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. Athena's fingers curled, nails lengthening into claws. Her body began to shift, bones rearranging beneath her skin.Elara's voice grew more urgent, her words a lifeline. "Athena, let go! Your destiny awaits!"The transformation's m

Jasper hosted Lysander and Tristan in his pack house. He found out about Tristan’s undercover duties, the Institute and the fact that Tristan was Athena’s mate. Lysander also told his story and why he deflected to Dominion pack’s side. Jasper and Scarlett thanked their new allies and ensured they were comfortable.In the night, Tristan's body trembled, his muscles quivering like a leaf in an autumn gale. Wolf heat coursed through his veins, a primal fire that ignited every nerve ending. His senses came alive, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.The air was electric with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, but beneath it, the unmistakable aroma of his mate wafted, a siren's call that beckoned him. Athena.His mind wrestled with the urgency, rational thought struggling to tame the beast within. But the wolf would not be silenced. It howled, a silent scream that echoed through Tristan's skull, demanding release.Sweat beaded on his forehead, his skin tingling with the trans

A few weeks later, Rosalind's senses heightened, as if awakened by an inner stir. Her body began to transform, subtly signaling the miracle unfolding within. Fatigue enveloped her like a warm, gentle blanket, weighing her limbs and lids. She craved rest, longing to surrender to the softness of her bed.Her usually sharp mind felt shrouded in a gentle mist, thoughts drifting lazily like autumn leaves on a serene lake. Clarity eluded her, replaced by a dreamy haze. Her skin tingled, sensitive to every whisper of air. Each breath filled her lungs with a sweet, earthy scent, reminiscent of forest floors after spring rain.The taste of her morning tea lingered, a subtle bitterness offset by hints of honey and rose petals. Even flavors seemed more nuanced. Sounds took on a crystalline quality – birdsong crystalline, wind whispers distinct. Rosalind's ears detected the softest creaks of the wooden floorboards.Vision blurred, colors bleeding at the edges. Yet, in fleeting moments, her gaze c

Before returning to the Institute, Tristan detoured to the capital, the worn cobblestone streets leading him to a familiar haven. He sought out Laura, his human mother, the woman whose love and warmth had nurtured him through childhood. As he approached her residence, a charming townhouse with ivy-clad walls and gleaming windows, memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave.The scent of blooming roses wafted from the garden, transporting him back to summer afternoons spent playing hide-and-seek among the bushes. The sound of children's laughter, his own and others, echoed through his thoughts, mingling with the sweet fragrance.Tristan's footsteps slowed as he reached the doorstep, his hand hesitating on the brass doorknob. Memories assailed him: warm embraces on chilly mornings, tender moments of storytelling by the fireplace, and lazy Sundays spent reading together.The wooden door creaked open, and Tristan stepped into the foyer, enveloped by the comforting aroma of old books and b