All Chapters of Trapped In The Alpha's Shadow: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

KaiTelling Adasha about her family was one of the hardest things I had ever done. The weight of it pressed against my chest, a quiet but insistent dread whispering that she might run.The fear was a shadow in my mind, relentless and unshakable. But I had to trust her—I had to believe in the promise she gave me.Locking her away with guards while I left for the summit would make me no better than Randy, and that thought alone made my stomach twist.She deserved more than that. She deserved freedom. I could only hope she would choose to stay.The day of my departure arrived too soon. As I adjusted the sleeves of my shirt, preparing to leave, I felt Adasha’s arms wrap around me from behind, her warmth pressing against my back.The morning had been passionate, filled with lingering touches and whispered words neither of us wanted to end.Breakfast had been good, but even as we sat together, I could sense the unspoken between us—the quiet ache of impending separation.She was already missi

Kai"I never gave away classified information. I swear on my wolf, Alpha," Magnus insisted, his voice unwavering, his desperation palpable."I have been loyal. I am not an informant or a traitor. You can have me investigated if you must."I studied him carefully, listening not just to his words but to the sincerity in his voice.He believed what he was saying. He wanted to believe it. And yet… my aunt wasn’t lying either."So telling Ingrid how we found Adasha in the woods and locked her up—that wasn’t classified information?" I asked, my voice sharp as a blade.Magnus froze, his expression shifting from defensiveness to raw shock. He hadn't expected that."Did I authorise you to share that with anyone?" I continued, stepping closer, my presence looming."Did it not occur to you that if she wanted to know, she should have come to me? Instead, you volunteered that information. You handed it to her on a silver platter."Silence. He couldn’t deny it."By doing that, you placed her above

Kai Draco walked away, leaving me with Gabriel, who remained silently at my side like the ever-present shadow he was. Then, from the corner of my eye, I spotted Edmond Bruce—Vice Chairman of the council and an old friend—making his way toward me. "Alpha Malachi, good to see you," he greeted warmly, extending his hand. I clasped it firmly, nodding. Edmond’s presence here wasn’t surprising, though he wasn’t part of the Nine. His family didn’t hold that kind of power, but his influence was undeniable. "Were you thinking I wouldn’t come?" I asked, arching a brow. He chuckled. "You don’t always show up for these things. And when you do, you tend to break in and out as you please." I smirked, because he wasn’t wrong. As we spoke, his gaze flickered nervously to Gabriel, as if unsure whether he should be privy to our conversation. The sight nearly made me laugh. Gabriel and Darius had that effect on people—silent, observant, and always carrying an air of restrained dan

KaiIngrid was simmering. I could see it in the way her shoulders tensed, the way her hands curled into fists at her sides. But more than that, I could see something else—something deeper.She was hurt.And she had more to say."I stood by the three of you through everything," she said, her voice sharp with emotion. "I was always looking out for Laura, always prioritizing her best interests. And in doing so, I made an enemy of my own nephew."Her voice cracked slightly, but she pushed through, her eyes burning with frustration."He is my only family, and because of you, we weren’t even on speaking terms." She gestured toward me briefly."He doesn’t trust me anymore. Do you have any idea what that’s like?"Tamara and Austin remained silent, their expressions unreadable, but I could feel the weight of Ingrid’s words pressing down on them."I sat in your corner during the last summon like the perfect picture of a treacherous bitch," she spat, her voice shaking with fury. "Do you think I

Kai Abraham did not respond. His silence spoke volumes. Randy leaned forward, his tone laced with barely concealed annoyance. "I think the real reason you’re bringing this to the table is because of the power rotation argument," he said, his gaze locking onto Abraham with calculated sharpness. "After all," he continued, "Narva shares borders with all our regions. Are you trying to imply that Draco, Malachi, and I are incompetent?" A muscle in Abraham’s jaw tensed. He wasn’t expecting the conversation to turn like this. He had likely assumed we’d all be too distracted by the Moonchild revelation to connect the dots. Too bad for him. "If that’s the angle you’re trying to push, it’s not going to work," Randy went on, his voice firm. The room was silent, waiting. Watching. "Our great-grandfathers fought for these regions," he continued, his words cutting through the air like a blade. "And that law—that unchanging law—was set in place for a reason. If someone wants to become a Re