Semua Bab Stuck Between Two Alphas: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Ivy’s POVThe next few days were… bizarre, if you ask me.Not in the typical there’s-a-wolf-inside-me-and-my-emotions-trigger-furniture-destruction kind of bizarre…though that was happening too…but in a slow, domestic, everything-is-normal-but-not-really kind of way.The maid recovered. She’d been sedated and a bit shaky when she finally spoke, but her story? Let’s just say it took some serious willpower not to let Nyxara claw her face off.Apparently, she met the man at the subway. Said he promised her great sex if she helped sedate me. Claimed it was just so her screams wouldn’t alert anyone and get her fired…which, okay, I almost pitied her… until she admitted she had no idea he planned something dangerous.No idea? Girl, you slipped something in my tea based on promises of orgasms?Even Nyxara was stunned into silence.My father and Uncle Marcus didn’t say a word the entire time she spoke. But from the hard lines on their faces, the flared nostrils, the way their fists clenched at

IVY’S POVWait, I thought suddenly, the words snapping through the quiet between us. Do we even know where we’re going?Nyxara hummed lazily in my head. Don’t we?No, Nyxara. No, we don’t. We just escaped an emotionally repressed mansion and overprotective males. Right now, we’re standing on the edge of the woods like deranged fashion icons with no destination.Silence.Then:Okay, no biggie, she said breezily. We’ve got this. All we need is… a phone. You do have your phone, right?I blinked, glancing down.It was still strapped to my thigh…hidden under my pants, secured by the same elastic band I once used to sneak snacks into Dad’s etiquette classes.May the Goddess bless thighs, Nyxara muttered.I pulled it free, unlocked it, and my fingers bombarded the screen with questions like: Where to go when you finally escape captivity and want to act completely unhinged and possibly grind against strangers.Search.The screen flooded with neon-lit club listings.Nyxara howled in my mind, t

Ivy’s POVWe stood at the corner of some street I’d never seen before. The lamppost flickered like it had given up on life, and the pavement smelled like regret. Somewhere far off, a siren wailed.Nyxara inhaled deeply. Ah, the sweet scent of urban decay.That’s not comforting, I told her, shifting my weight.It should be. It means no one’s going to notice us if we suddenly “misplace” a human or two.I rolled my eyes and started walking, letting my boots scuff against the cracked concrete. I wasn’t entirely sure where we were going, but Nyxara seemed confident… until she wasn’t.‘Do you even know where we are going?’ I asked her.Step back, she murmured, her voice unusually serious. I’m a wolf. I can always find my way home.That’s exactly what you said an hour ago before we ended up on a dead end, I reminded her.Her growl in my head was low and dangerous. Do you want to go home, or do you want to argue?‘Just get us out of here,’I walked to the edge of the woods, feeling the famili

Connor’s POVI took a deep breath, trying to steady the chaos inside me. The wind carried her scent, soft and sharp all at once, teasing the edges of memory, memory I had no right to hold onto. My wolf stirred restlessly within me, a low hum vibrating in my chest, but I forced myself to listen, to reason.For her. Not for you.I nodded to myself. That was why I was here. Not to claim, not to fight, not to argue… but to see her safe. To let her know, finally, that despite everything, she had someone in her corner. As a friend.I walked up the stone steps, each one deliberate, steady, though my legs trembled beneath the weight of everything I’d bottled inside. My hand hovered over the doorbell. For a moment, I swore I could feel my wolf holding its breath. I pressed it. The chime echoed through the house.The door opened almost immediately, and I was met with the quiet politeness of a maid. She gestured for me to follow her and I did. She nodded toward the living room. “Mr Blackwood wil

Connor’s POVI exchanged my goodbyes, each word heavy with meaning I couldn’t fully voice. I hugged Ivy one last time, feeling the warmth of her in my arms, committing it to memory. Then I stepped back, letting my gaze on her for one final time.She stood by the window, the tablet pressed loosely to her chest. A faint, almost wistful smile curved her lips, quiet and knowing, as if some part of her…deep down, buried beneath layers of memory and pain…remembered. Her brown eyes met mine for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgment that spoke louder than words ever could.And for the first time in years, my chest didn’t feel like it was caving in under the weight of guilt. The tension, the shame, the unrelenting ache of failure…it was gone.I exhaled slowly, letting the air out like it carried the remnants of every regret I’d ever held. My wolf was quiet too, curling inside me, satisfied. No growls, no claws, no ache of loss. Only calm. Only peace.I turned away from the estate, shoulders