All Chapters of ALPHA JAKE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The morning was quiet, almost too quiet.The twins were happily playing outside under Sophie’s watchful eye. That left me with time on my hands and a growing curiosity that I couldn’t ignore. Joseph seemed to be everywhere I looked today. I kept my eyes on him the man's presence screamed trouble and danger.Something about the way he carried himself—the calculated movements, the cold gaze, the barely concealed disdain for everything around him—screamed trouble. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something big, something that could explain why Tammy was the way she was. As I moved through the house, I caught sight of him in the corner of my eye, standing near the garden with two other men. He was speaking in hushed tones, his body language rigid, his face hard. I ducked behind a nearby pillar, watching closely as he gestured toward the woods. The men nodded, their faces serious. One of them handed Joseph a small package, wrapped in plain brown paper. Joseph pockete

The moon hung low in the sky, its silver glow casting soft shadows across my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the bathroom window. The guards stationed outside my door were a reminder of my confinement, but they weren’t my only obstacle. My mind raced, the need to clear my name burning like fire in my chest. Joseph had framed me, and as long as I stayed locked away, I couldn’t prove otherwise. I had to act. The plan was simple, though not without risk. I’d noticed earlier that the bathroom window opened out onto a narrow ledge. If I could squeeze through, I’d have a chance to search Joseph’s room again. I didn’t know what I was looking for—anything that could prove he was lying—but I knew I wouldn’t find it sitting here. With one last glance at the door, I tiptoed into the bathroom. The window was smaller than I remembered, but desperation made me determined. I climbed onto the sink, wedging my fingers under the frame and pushing it open. The cool night air rushed i

JAKE’S POVThe packhouse was quieter than usual. A storm had rolled in overnight, casting a somber gray across the skies and soaking the earth with a relentless downpour. I welcomed the gloom; it matched my mood. Joseph’s accusations against Ayla were spreading like wildfire, and even though I knew they were baseless, the pack was uneasy. I needed someone I could trust, someone who saw through lies as easily as they breathed. That person was Sophie. Sophie wasn’t just my cousin; she was my confidante, someone who had stood by me through the worst of times. She had a way of seeing the truth when everything else seemed muddled. If anyone could help me unravel this mess, it was her. I found her in the kitchen, kneading dough with a precision that spoke of years of practice. Her dark hair was tied back, and her sleeves were rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. Sophie had always been unassuming in her demeanor, but beneath her calm exterior was a sharp mind and a fierce loyalty.

The midday sun filtered through the curtains of Jake’s office as I sat across from him, trying to gauge his reaction. His expression was unreadable, his jaw set, and his eyes focused intently on the wooden desk between us. I’d just explained everything—Tammy’s decision to break free, her desire to help us, and the steps we were taking to ensure Joseph didn’t find out. “You trust her?” Jake finally asked, his voice low and controlled. “I wouldn’t say trust,” I admitted. “But I believe she’s genuine about wanting out. She’s terrified of her father, Jake. She’s been trapped in his shadow her entire life, doing his bidding because she thought she had no choice. Now, she’s starting to see that she does.” Jake leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he considered my words. “If this is a trap—” “It’s not,” I interrupted, my voice firmer than I expected. “Jake, I know what she’s done, and I know it’s hard to believe she’s on our side. But she’s risking everything to help us. I

I sat at the edge of the pack garden, watching the twins play in the soft grass. Lily was babbling in her high-pitched toddler voice, pointing at the sky as a bird flew by. Logan, quieter than his sister, reached for a dandelion, his tiny fingers closing around the fluffy stem. Their laughter floated toward me like music, momentarily lifting the weight that had been pressing down on my chest. Tammy stood beside me, her expression soft but tinged with something else—a quiet sadness, perhaps. It had been a week since Joseph’s imprisonment, and Tammy had spent most of that time in reflection. She was different now, no longer shadowed by her father’s overbearing influence. “They’re incredible,” Tammy said quietly, her voice tinged with awe. “They are,” I agreed, smiling as I watched Logan stumble toward Lily, his balance still wobbly but determined. “They’re my everything.” Tammy turned to me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whi