Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Dilemma : Claiming My Golden Wolf Luna: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

DARRYL My room felt small like the walls were closing in on me. I replayed the scene over and over: the police at the pack house, Mayor Thompson’s cold stare, the search of my room. It didn’t make sense. How had they found us? No human had ever breached our territory before. And now, after I’d brought Hazel here, they somehow showed up.I wanted to believe her. I clung to the memory of our moments together, the shared vulnerability and the trust that had bloomed between us. I remembered her fear when I told her about the shirt, her confusion, her genuine concern. It felt real. It had to be real.But the timing… it was too much of a coincidence. The seed of doubt, though tiny had been planted. I fought against it, pacing the floor, running my hands through my hair. The urge to shift, to let Shadow take over, was almost overwhelming. It would be easier to let the wolf handle this to push away the confusing emotions. But I resisted. This was my fight.I thought back to our conversation

HAZEL“Rogue alpha?” I repeated. “What does that even mean?”Amy’s eyes darted around the class, as if checking to make sure no one was listening. She bit her lip and stammered, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean… I just… I read about something like that in a book. You know, old folklore. Legends about… rogue alphas.”She fumbled for an explanation, her words tumbling out in a rush. “It was about… these powerful wolves, they were… different. More aggressive. They were called ‘rogue alphas’ in the stories. It’s just… a legend.”I stared at her, my brow furrowed. It sounded… flimsy. Like a story she’d made up on the spot. But a part of me wanted to believe her. The alternative, the idea that werewolves actually existed, was too unbelievable, too terrifying.“You read about that?” I asked. “That exact description?” I gestured to my sketchbook. “The glowing red eyes, the huge size… everything?”“Well, not exactly everything,” Amy said, avoiding my gaze. “But… the general idea. You know, pow

HAZEL“You guys were pretty close before I left for the city,” I said, looking at Darryl. “You and my dad. But now… he hates you. It’s like something changed. What happened, Darryl? Why does he suddenly hate you so much?”Darryl shifted his weight as he avoided my gaze. He looked genuinely confused too. “I honestly don’t know, Hazel,” he said, his voice low. “Things just… changed after my parents died. I wasn’t exactly making the best choices. I caused a lot of trouble around here. Maybe that’s it.”His words echoed in my mind. That was the story my father had told me, the explanation he’d given for the sudden rift between them. Darryl had become a “nuisance,” a “troublemaker,” after losing his parents. But I’d never fully believed it.. My father’s dislike for Darryl wasn’t just disapproval; it was something deeper, something darker. It felt like… hate.I was intentionally asking Darryl to see if his version of events matched my father's.My thoughts drifted back to my father’s words.

DARRYL My head throbbed. Katrina’s words echoed in my mind: “Choose me as your mate, and Hazel will be spared.” the thought of Hazel in danger, surrounded by those resentful wolves… it made my blood run cold.Finding Amy wasn’t easy. I checked all her usual haunts – the library, the art room, even the empty classrooms where she sometimes went to escape the noise. But she was nowhere to be found. Finally, I picked up her scent, leading me to a quiet corner of the courtyard. She was sitting on a bench, her shoulders slumped, her gaze fixed on the ground.As soon as she raised her head and saw me, her eyes widened with fear. She scrambled to her feet, her body tense like she was ready to run. I understood. After what I’d done yesterday, the display of raw power and aggression, she had every right to be scared.“Amy,” I said softly, holding up my hands in a gesture of peace. “It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you. You’re safe.”She still looked terrified, her eyes darting nervously around

HAZELI paced around the room, examining every possible exit. The windows were securely boarded up, and the door was solid metal. But there had to be a way out. I refused to just sit here while everyone else was keeping secrets from me.My eyes landed on the ventilation shaft near the ceiling. It was old and rusty, but it looked big enough for me to squeeze through. I dragged one of the chairs over, testing its stability. The metal creaked under my weight as I climbed up.The vent cover was secured with four screws. I dug through my pockets, finding a bobby pin that might work as a screwdriver. As I worked on the first screw, I noticed something strange – it felt like the metal was bending under my fingers far more easily than it should. I'd always been strong, sure, but this felt different. The screws practically crumbled away at my touch.I chose not to dwell on it. One more mystery to add to the growing pile.The vent cover came loose with a satisfying clang. I pulled myself up, su