บททั้งหมดของ ALPHA JAKE: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The morning was eerily calm, almost as if the universe itself was holding its breath. I cradled one of the twins, gently rocking him back and forth as the sunlight streamed through the window. The pack house was filled with a sense of cautious hope. After all the chaos of the past weeks, this moment felt like a tiny sliver of peace.Fatima was in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared tea. I could see her trying to mask the worry in her eyes with a forced smile, but I knew better. We both did. Jake had been restless since last night, pacing the halls like a caged wolf. He’d gotten a lead — a solid one, according to our informant — and I could see the fire in his eyes, the raw need to end this hunt.“He’s going after him, isn’t he?” Fatima asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she handed me a steaming cup of tea.I nodded, feeling the familiar knot of fear twist in my stomach. “He won’t wait any longer. This lead is different, Fatima. They have a name now — Jona. Apparently,

I forced a steady breath, moving through the pack house as if I had control. The truth was, I was hanging by a thread. The whispers had started early in the morning — concerned voices, eyes darting with fear. People knew something was wrong. Jake had been gone too long, and there was no word from him. When I stepped into the main hall, I saw Chris standing by the entrance, his face grim.“Chris,” I called, walking over quickly. “Any news?”He shook his head, his jaw clenched tight. “Nothing yet, Priscilla. We’ve sent out scouts, but there’s no sign of them.”I nodded, trying to hide the tremble in my hands. “We can’t let the pack see us panicking. We need to stay strong.”Chris gave a short, humorless laugh. “Easier said than done. The pack is already on edge. They’re afraid, Priscilla. They need their Alpha.”And so did I. The thought of Jake hurt — or worse — made my chest feel like it was being crushed by a boulder. But I couldn’t let that fear consume me. Not when the entire pack

The tension in the pack house was suffocating. Wolves murmured among themselves, their anxiety palpable. Despite the chaos swirling around me, my focus was singular: Jake. He was out there somewhere, fighting to protect our pack, and I would do whatever it took to bring him home. I stood in the center of the war room with Chris, Selena, and Fatima. The weapons table was now a centerpiece of action: crossbows loaded with silver-tipped arrows, daggers forged from enchanted iron, and heavy axes were laid out for selection. “We leave nothing to chance,” Chris said firmly, strapping a long blade to his back. “If we’re going into Jona’s territory, we need to be ready for anything.” Fatima leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. Her human nature meant she lacked the enhanced senses and strength we possessed, but her fierce loyalty made her a formidable ally. “We can’t waste any more time,” she said. “Every second we delay, Jake is in more danger.” Selena, holding little Logan and

The darkness wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud. It was the kind of pitch-black that wasn’t just the absence of light but a consuming void that seemed to press against my skin. I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes, but it was useless. There was nothing.I turned in place, my breathing loud in the silence, my heartbeat a steady drum in my ears. Where was I?“Lost already, little witch?”The voice sent a chill racing down my spine. Deep, mocking, and dripping with venom, it echoed from everywhere and nowhere all at once.“Jacob,” I whispered.His laugh slithered through the air, low and sinister. “Did you think you could toy with me? You have no idea what I’ve been through. You don’t know the meaning of pain.”I spun toward the sound, but there was nothing. Just the endless, oppressive dark.“You’re just a witch,” Jacob sneered. “A parasite clinging to a pack that isn’t yours. Jake took everything from me—everything. And now I’ll take everything from him. An eye for an eye, Pris

The first scream shattered the fragile quiet of the pack house. I bolted upright, my heart pounding, and instinctively reached for Jake. He was already out of bed, his blade in hand and eyes blazing with urgency. “Stay here,” he growled, but I was already reaching for my dagger. “Don’t even start,” I snapped, throwing on my coat. “I’m coming.” Another scream echoed, this one closer. It was shrill and raw, the sound of someone in unimaginable pain. My stomach churned, but I forced myself to focus. Jake gave me a look, half frustration, half resignation, and nodded. “Stay close.” The hallway was chaos. Doors were flung open, children crying, pack members shouting. The scent of fear was suffocating, mingling with something far worse—an acrid, sickly smell that made my skin crawl. “Jake!” Chris came barreling down the corridor, his face pale. “It’s happening all over the house. The damn spiders!” My blood ran cold. “Spiders? You mean—” “More of them,” Chris interrupted, br