Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped In The Alpha's Shadow: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

KaiAustin was about to create a storm, and he knew it.And I braced myself for the impact."I tried to reach you," he said to Randy, his voice laced with mock disappointment."But you ignored me. Always feeling high and mighty." He chuckled, shaking his head as if I had personally wronged him.Slowly, I pushed myself up from my seat. I wasn’t about to let him control the narrative.I could feel Randy’s attention sharpening now, the weight of his focus settling over me like a vice.Austin smirked, knowing he had everyone's eyes on him."I learned something interesting from Ingrid a few weeks ago," he continued smoothly, his words carrying an edge of calculated malice."She mentioned that this mysterious woman of yours might be a criminal, hiding from people who are looking for her."I felt my aunt stiffen beside me, saw her glare sharpen like a dagger.Austin wasn’t done."You found her in the woods, didn’t you? With your officers. And what was she carrying?" He tilted his head mockin

KaiThe shift tore through me like a storm, raw and untamed. A surge of power, wild and ancient, crackled through my bones as I surrendered to the beast within.My breath hitched, my pulse a war drum in my ears.Then—Orion emerged.The transformation wasn’t gentle.It never was. My skin split, fur erupted, and my limbs stretched into something monstrous, something more.My mind blurred at the edges, thoughts dissolving into pure, instinctual hunger. Orion wasn’t just part of me—he was me.And he wanted blood.Randy’s wolf was already in motion, a hulking nightmare of dark, matted fur and eyes burning like molten fire.His growl thundered through the banquet hall, rattling the crystal chandeliers, shaking the very bones of the building itself.The sound carried a promise—violence, destruction, death.I barely had time to brace before he lunged.Orion met him in midair, and when we collided, the world exploded. Tables and chairs shattered around us, debris flying like shrapnel.The impa

Kai"You should have run for safety."The words felt hollow, empty—because I knew she couldn't hear me.My aunt lay still, her face pale, her breathing shallow.The wound on her shoulder was ugly, deep, and I knew the silver still lingered, making her healing sluggish.She had thrown herself in harm’s way for me, taken the bite meant for my flesh. And now, she was paying the price.I tore a strip of fabric from her ruined clothes, hands steady despite the fury simmering in my veins, and bound the wound as tightly as I could.It wouldn’t fix everything, but it would stop the bleeding long enough for her wolf to catch up."Trap?"Gabriel’s voice pulled me back to the present. I lifted my gaze to meet his and nodded as I stood, my muscles aching from the shift."It’s odd, isn’t it?" I said, scanning the ruined hall."The attackers aren’t trapped in here with us. They got in, did their damage, and disappeared. Everyone else is gone. Which means—""We were the target."Realization settled

Kai"This hall was built by our great-grandfathers after the fall of King Lycus Moonchild," Randy said, his voice laced with exhaustion."It was meant to be a symbol of hope and peace."I glanced at him, noting the strain in his posture, the subtle tremor in his hands. He was feeling it too—the slow, creeping weakness as the silver took its toll.We were running out of time."And how exactly is that relevant to our situation?" I asked, my patience thinning.Randy exhaled, his gaze sweeping across the room."Because the times back then weren’t as peaceful as they are now. Our great-grandfathers would have built this place with caution. With escape routes. They had to have been prepared for betrayal, for war."I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. "We’ve checked everywhere, Randy. There aren’t any hidden doors. No levers. No secret passages."He nodded, his jaw tight. "Then we check the floor."I frowned, but he wasn’t wrong.All this time, we had been searching the walls, the windows,

Kai"I heard what Michelle Westwood did," Draco said, his voice edged with something between warning and certainty."And trust me, you do not want to experience that. I believe we’re safer without them."I exhaled through my nose, the weight of his words pressing against my own convictions."But murdering people simply because they’re Moonchild descendants is wrong," Randy interjected, his voice surprisingly measured. "As long as they don’t have compulsion abilities—""I doubt the Moonchild descendants pose any real threat," I cut in before he could finish.The van was silent, the road stretching endlessly ahead as I continued."Michelle Westwood was served Nightshade tea. She was happy being Kevin’s mate. She wasn’t trying to reclaim her grandfather’s kingdom, wasn’t looking to start a war."I ran a hand down my face, feeling the exhaustion clawing at me."Most of the Twelve family members who attended that day were ready for a fight. Someone knew her identity. Someone planned on expo