Lahat ng Kabanata ng To Be An Alpha's : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Zephyr’s small face lit up as Yasmin rushed toward him, her feet barely touching the ground as she closed the distance. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands moving quickly over his shoulders, his arms, his face, as she checked for any sign of harm. "Zephyr, are you alright?" she asked, her voice breathless with worry, her gaze fixed solely on him. She barely registered the imposing figure standing beside them, her mind singularly focused on her son. Zephyr pouted, crossing his arms in mild annoyance. "Mama, I’m fine! I just wanted my ball.” Yasmin sighed, relief mingling with frustration as she brushed a stray lock of hair back from his forehead. “How many times have I told you not to run off like that?” she chided gently, the words softened by her obvious relief. “You know better than to wander off, Zephyr.” Zephyr scuffed his foot against the ground, mumbling an apology, but Yasmin had already turned to thank the man who’d found him—only to find herself frozen, he

The ground seemed to shift beneath Zaid’s feet, and his knees felt like they might give out. He lowered himself into a crouch, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process what she’d just said. Seven years. He’d had a son for seven years, a child he’d never known, a boy he’d missed raising, seeing grow, guiding through life. The weight of it hit him like a physical blow. All those missed moments, and the life that could have been, had he only known. “Why?” he finally murmured, looking up at her, his voice raw. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Yasmin took a shaky breath, her face etched with regret and pain. “It… it wasn’t safe for me.” she whispered, the words spilling out in broken fragments. “You don’t know what it was like… for me, the wolfless runt of the pack. It was never safe, and if I’d stayed… I’d have put him at risk too.” Zaid clenched his fists, struggling to understand. “But you ran,” he said, his tone accusatory yet laced with confusion. “You left without a word,

The convoy rumbled on for hours, weaving through forests and narrow trails until night began to settle around them. When the sky had darkened entirely, Khal signaled the convoy to stop, and one by one, the vehicles pulled to a halt in a small clearing surrounded by trees. Yasmin glanced around, feeling a quiet tension as the guards and warriors disembarked, moving with practiced efficiency as they unloaded tents, provisions, and camping gear from the vehicles. She watched in awe at the smooth coordination—everyone had a role, each step executed as though they had done this countless times. Zaid had stepped away from them, overseeing the camp’s setup while keeping an eye on his surroundings. He’d left two guards standing near Yasmin and Zephyr, their faces neutral but alert, making sure she and Zephyr remained where they were. It left Yasmin feeling both guarded and isolated, as though they were separate from the rest of the group—outsiders on the edge of a world they didn’t yet belon

The Crimson House was like stepping into a world Yasmin couldn’t have dreamed of. The entrance hall stretched on and on, its high, vaulted ceilings carved with images of wolves, stars, and ancient vines that twisted together in a mesmerizing pattern. Sunlight poured through enormous windows, casting a golden light across polished marble floors, and art lined the walls—paintings that told stories of the pack’s history, legends of battles, and serene landscapes of the northern forests. Portraits of former Alphas watched over the space, their faces resolute, capturing centuries of legacy and strength.Yasmin lingered near the entrance, feeling almost reluctant to move forward, her hand unconsciously tightening on the shoulder of her young son, Zephyr, who was wide-eyed with amazement. His mouth opened in a soft “wow,” and Yasmin couldn’t help but smile as she watched him take it all in. He looked so small against the vastness of the hall, yet his excitement filled her with a quiet streng

As the last of the dishes were cleared away and the bustling dining hall began to quiet, Yasmin leaned back, content and full, her gaze drifting to where Zephyr was laughing with a group of children at a nearby table. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright, his happiness filling her with a profound, grateful warmth. She’d longed to see him like this, truly carefree.“Yasmin,” Zaid’s voice cut through her thoughts, gentle but commanding. She turned, meeting his thoughtful gaze. “I wanted to talk to you about Zephyr. I assume he's been receiving education?”Yasmin nodded. “Yes, just the basics—reading, a little arithmetic. Thistlethorn didn't offer much. And I know it’s not enough. I’ve been trying to teach him more, but…” She trailed off, unsure how to put into words the frustration and limitations she’d felt. “He deserves more.”Zaid’s expression softened. “I’ve seen his spirit. He’s hungry to learn, I can tell. And he should have the opportunity to grow—in every way.” He glanced ov