บททั้งหมดของ ALPHA JAKE: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The night had grown quiet in the aftermath of the attack. I rocked my babies gently, watching their tiny faces relax as they slept. The weight of the day’s events pressed heavily on my shoulders. Just when I thought we’d finally found peace, it was shattered by a threat I hadn’t seen coming. Who would dare leave a message like that? “We will never accept those abominations.” The words haunted me, ringing in my ears like a curse.Fatima entered the nursery, her face drawn with concern. “You should get some rest, Priscilla,” she urged softly. “You’ve been through a lot.”I shook my head. “I can’t sleep, not after what happened today. It’s not just about me anymore. It’s about them,” I said, looking down at my babies. “I need to know what’s really going on in our pack. This fear… it’s deeper than I realized.”Fatima hesitated before speaking. “You’re right. And I might have a lead.”I turned to her, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?”“I overheard a conversation earlier,” she admitted.

THE UNKNOWN'S POVThe dark room smelled of old wood and dust. Shadows hung heavy in the corners like ghosts of the past, and the only light came from a dim candle flickering on the desk before me. The walls were adorned with relics of the past—ancient symbols, family crests, and faded banners that once symbolized power. Now, they were just reminders of what was lost.The chair creaked beneath me as I leaned back, fingers steepled together, staring at the walls with a hatred so deep it almost made my skin crawl. Alpha Jake. That damned boy. He was supposed to be mine. I was born to lead this pack. I should’ve been the Alpha. But no, that little bastard was chosen, and I’ve been forced to watch as he destroyed everything I had worked for.The Silverstone pack should’ve been mine, a legacy of power and dominance. But Jake had taken it all. And then, to add insult to injury, he had fallen in love with that witch. A *witch.* The very thing every true wolf should despise. A bloodline that s

I couldn’t get the image of the girl’s lifeless body out of my mind. Her convulsions, the way her eyes went blank as she whispered that single word—Beware. It haunted me, a cold whisper lingering in the back of my head. I knew we couldn’t waste any time. We needed to find out who she was and, more importantly, who had done this to her.Fatima was at my side as we walked briskly toward the pack’s records room. Her expression was a mix of determination and worry. "We need to figure out her identity, Priscilla," she said. "Whoever she was, she wasn’t acting on her own.""I agree," I nodded, pushing open the heavy door. "Let’s start with our records. Maybe we can find out where she lived and who her family is."It didn’t take long to find her name—Maya Thompson. She was only nineteen. My heart clenched when I read the details. "She has a little brother," I murmured, my voice soft. "He’s only six years old."Fatima’s face fell. "Oh no," she said quietly. "He’s just a baby.""We need to bri

The pack house was unusually quiet tonight. Fatima had taken the babies, insisting that we needed time alone, especially after everything that had happened. I knew she was right, but I still felt a pang of separation anxiety. I had barely left my babies’ side since they were born, but tonight, I needed this. *We* needed this.Jake was sitting on the edge of our bed, shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat and smudged with dried blood. His injuries had mostly healed, but he still looked exhausted, the strain of the past few days evident in the deep lines etched into his handsome face.“Lie back,” I said softly, wetting a cloth in the bowl of warm water beside me. “Let me take care of you.”He gave me a lopsided smile. “You know I can heal on my own, Priscilla. You don’t have to do this.”I ignored his words, gently pressing the cloth to a gash along his ribs. “You may heal fast, but it doesn’t mean you don’t feel pain,” I murmured. “And besides, I want to do this.”Jake’s breath hitc

The day started off normal, deceptively so. The sun was shining, the pack house was buzzing with activity, and for once, it felt like a fleeting moment of peace had settled over us. I had almost let myself believe it.Almost.But the gnawing feeling in my stomach wouldn’t go away. Something was wrong. I could feel it like a shadow lurking just out of sight, a chill that clung to my skin no matter how warm the sun felt on my face.“Are you alright?” Fatima asked, stepping into the room with a cup of coffee in hand. Her expression was cautious, as if she could sense my unease.I forced a smile. “Just nerves, I guess. I can’t shake the feeling that we’re missing something.”“We’ve been following every lead, Priscilla,” Fatima reassured me. “We’re doing everything we can.”I nodded, but I couldn’t ignore the tension in my chest. “I know, but what if it’s not enough?”Before she could respond, the door swung open, and Selena rushed in, her face ashen. “You need to come with me,” she panted