Semua Bab ALPHA’s HEART MY PRISON: Bab 71 - Bab 80

“Jack is now out of danger,” I informed Lucy, my voice steady despite the exhaustion weighing on me. “The rest depends on his next treatment, but for now, you can relax. We’ll do everything we can.”Lucy let out a visible sigh of relief, her body unwinding. “Really? That’s such a relief.”Her composure returned quickly, but her reaction piqued my curiosity. Lucy wasn’t usually this emotionally involved.“Lucy, why are you so worried about Jack? You and he aren’t particularly close.” I tilted my head, studying her expression.For a moment, hesitation flickered in her eyes, but she quickly masked it. “We all live in Jack’s territory now,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “If he dies, do you think we’ll have any chance of living comfortably here? Besides, the entire Blue Lagoon pack is anxious about him. It wouldn’t be right for me to act indifferent, would it?” She added a playful wink, as if trying to downplay her concern.“That makes sense,” I muttered, leaning heavily back into the ch

Rose’s povWhen Jack asked me why I had returned, the question lingered in my mind far longer than it should have. But I couldn’t bring myself to admit the real reason, not even to myself.The truth was simple: Jack was an exceptional and responsible Alpha. Despite my hatred for him, I couldn’t deny that. He wasn’t the monster I had painted him to be—at least not entirely. That’s why I saved him. Out of kindness. Out of obligation as a doctor.And that was all.Nothing could alter the intense hatred I felt for him. He had killed my father, destroyed my pack, and enslaved the surviving werewolves. I could never forget that. Never forgive it.I had saved Jack because of the oath I made as a doctor—to save lives no matter the circumstances. I couldn’t bear the thought of his pack crying for him outside the operating room, their despair clawing at me like a tangible weight.And then there was Loren, lurking in the shadows, waiting for any opportunity to capture me. Escaping now would have

I turned to Rose, my voice soft as I asked, “What are your interests?” Her lips curled into a sweet smile, and I watched as the shadow of disappointment left her face. That smile of hers—radiant and full of warmth—was captivating. She probably didn’t realize how mesmerizing she was when she laughed like that, a sound that seemed to come straight from her happiest memories. Her joy was infectious, and before I knew it, I was laughing with her.As the moment faded, I focused on her again. She was close—too close—her intoxicating vanilla-chocolate scent wrapping itself around me like a spell. There was a flicker of unease in her eyes, her lips pressed tightly together as though she was unsure. But that fleeting vulnerability only made me want her more.Rose suggested we go for a walk, and without hesitation, she helped me out of bed.Truthfully, I’d been able to walk since my third day in the hospital, but I leaned into her support anyway, relishing her proximity. That sweet, heady fragr

Hilary’s povThe day Jack was gravely injured, I executed my plan with precision. Posing as a nurse, I called Lydia to deliver the fabricated news that her granddaughter’s condition had relapsed. It worked perfectly. I knew this would create an opportunity for Rose to escape.After ending the call, I waited anxiously at the entrance of the pack’s territory. Just as I had anticipated, Rose appeared with her sister, slipping away into the night. My heart surged with joy. From this moment forward, Jack would belong only to me.Later, I joined the rescue team searching for Jack. When we found him in the forest, his face was ashen, and he was barely clinging to life. Despite his condition, he raised a trembling hand to assure us, “I’m fine.”I fought back tears. Seeing him like this—broken and vulnerable—sent a stabbing pain through my chest. Jack was more than just our leader. He was the embodiment of strength, responsibility, and resilience. But here he was, only human after all, fragile

Jack’s povI thought I was finally going to claim Rose as mine that day. The desire had been simmering for so long, and I had believed we were on the verge of something irreversible. But then Hilary had barged in, her voice slicing through the moment like a blade.The bitter argument that followed killed whatever passion I had left. Hilary had crossed a line, and my anger surged. I sent her out, leaving her stunned and humiliated.From the corner of my eye, I saw Rose scrambling to dress, her movements frantic as she tried to cover herself. Her panic was palpable, her face pale and her eyes darting nervously. It was clear she wanted to escape.As soon as Hilary left, I turned to Rose, who was already at the door. Before she could slip away, I caught her.“Where are you going, huh?” I demanded, lifting her into my arms and placing her gently on the bed.Her body trembled against mine, her neck and collarbone marked with the evidence of our earlier intimacy. The fear in her eyes sent a