《ALPHA JAKE》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

The tunnels were heavy with tension, the air thick with the acrid scent of fear and desperation. Every face I passed bore the same expression—terror mixed with a flicker of hope. They were looking to me, and I couldn’t let them down. Jake walked beside me, his presence solid and grounding, though his jaw was clenched so tightly I thought it might crack.“They’re expecting you to fix this,” he murmured, his voice low but steady.“I know,” I said, though the weight of those words pressed down on my chest. Magic burned beneath my skin, restless and ready. Jake stopped walking, catching my arm and pulling me gently but firmly to face him. His sharp green eyes locked on mine. “Are you ready for this, Priscilla?”I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Do I have a choice?”His lips twitched in what could barely be called a smile. “You always have a choice.”I squeezed his hand briefly before pulling away. “Not when it comes to this. If I don’t take action, people will die. I can feel J

The air was crisp with the promise of dawn as Jake tightened his leather armor, preparing for the hunt. His eyes held a mix of worry and determination, the lines of tension etched into his face deepening as he turned to me. I stood in the doorway of our room, arms crossed, pretending to be calm. "You don’t have to do this alone," I said softly. Jake stepped closer, his presence grounding. "This is something I need to do. Jacob is my responsibility, Prisca. He’s done enough damage, and it’s time I put an end to it."I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing a small smile. "I just don’t like the idea of you out there without backup.""Chris and a few others are coming with me," he reassured me, his hand brushing against my cheek. "But I need you here. The pack needs you." I nodded reluctantly. He wasn’t wrong. The pack was still reeling from the spider attacks, and while we’d managed to fend off the creatures, the scars—both physical and emotional—ran deep. "Promise me you won’t do

The day began in quiet relief, the first in weeks where my heart wasn’t pounding with fear or rage. Our enemies were gone, their plans shattered, and for the first time, the pack felt safe. Jake and I had spent the morning walking hand in hand through the pack lands, greeting smiling faces and soaking in the serenity of it all.But beneath it, I could feel a dull ache—a longing that gnawed at me. My babies. It had been too long since I held them, kissed their soft cheeks, or heard their tiny giggles. The joy of victory felt incomplete without them.Jake noticed my distraction as we sat in the living room that afternoon. He leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You’re thinking about them.”I nodded, unable to stop the tears from welling up. “I just need to see them, Jake. I need to hold them, know they’re okay.”He kissed my forehead, his touch warm and grounding. “Then let’s bring them home. Selena will understand.”I smiled at him, grateful for his unwavering support. P

AYLA'S POVI watched from the window as Jonas and Lydia walked down the driveway, their figures fading into the soft glow of twilight. My stepmother, Sarah, stood at the doorway, waving them off with that practiced, sugary smile she always wore around guests. The moment the car disappeared, the smile dropped, and I knew what was coming. The only thing Sarah hated more than me staying in her house was the burden I represented. My father had died just a few months ago, and already, she was itching to be rid of me. “Ayla,” she called, her voice thin and edged with impatience. I stayed silent, gripping the edge of the curtain. How had it come to this? How had my life unraveled so completely? It wasn’t like I didn’t know. I’d been cursed—or at least, that’s what everyone whispered behind my back. The day I met Ashton was supposed to have been the happiest day of my life. I remembered it like it was yesterday. --- --- ---It was the Jacaranda Festival, the streets alive with mus

The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. For a moment, I lay there, cocooned in the unfamiliar bed, hoping the events of the previous day had been a bizarre dream. But the ache in my chest and the distant murmur of voices beyond my door confirmed otherwise. This was real—I was the new Luna of this pack. The idea still felt foreign, like trying to wear shoes a size too small.I rolled out of bed, my hair a tangled mess again despite Sarah’s efforts yesterday. My thoughts wandered to her, no doubt thrilled to have me out of her house. She’d sent over my clothes early this morning, which had been neatly hung in the spacious walk-in closet. My stepmother’s eagerness to see me gone still gnawed at me. Why had she been so insistent? Was it just her usual disdain for me, or was there something more?Don’t overthink it, Ayla, I told myself as I pulled on a simple white blouse and dark jeans. Today was the introduction ceremony—another step in thi