All Chapters of Trapped In The Alpha's Shadow: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Adasha"I was worried your life would be in danger," Randy said, his voice low, careful.I frowned, studying him.He knew something.Or at the very least, he thought he did."Everything I did was to protect you."I let out a slow, measured breath."I let my insecurities fuck it all up," he admitted, voice rough with regret. "But my sole intention was to keep you safe—to keep you protected and hidden. Away from the evil that plagues our world."I didn’t say anything.I watched him.I could see the way he was treading carefully, choosing his words as if they were fragile, breakable things.He was trying to ease into something."I… didn’t buy you from your parents."My breath hitched.He squeezed my hand slightly, as if to ground me."Not the way you think. And not for the reason you think."I stiffened.His thumb brushed over my skin again, but I barely felt it."I paid them to protect you," he continued. "To keep you safe."A cold shiver ran down my spine."They didn’t have good intent

Adasha"I was a fool, Adasha."Randy’s voice was thick with grief, his tears flowing freely now."You were mine. You loved me." His breath hitched, his body trembling. "But I was too paranoid, too blind to see that I was killing everything we had."I watched as the weight of his own mistakes crushed him, as the realization of everything he had lost finally broke him."We could have been happy," he whispered, his voice raw. "If only I had learned to be more vulnerable with you. If I had trusted you. Given you the benefit of the doubt. If I had just believed you when you said things weren’t what they seemed."A humorless chuckle slipped from his lips, but it was bitter, hollow."A little love, a little tenderness, a little freedom—it would have gone a long way."He looked down at his hands, almost as if seeing them for the first time."My father was gentle," he admitted. "And I took his kindness for weakness. I saw my mother take advantage of his love, saw how she twisted it, and I told

Kai"Where is everyone?" I asked, my voice sharp as I reached out to Darius through the link."In the office lounge, Alpha. We’re all waiting for you," he replied without hesitation.I nodded to myself, picking up my pace. Good. We had wasted enough time already."What about the injured officers?""Jacob recovered quickly, and Gabriel is stable. The others are fine as well."Relief settled, if only for a moment. At least we weren’t down any more men. We needed every bit of strength we could get."And my aunt?""She’s awake. I sent two officers to escort her home. She needs protection with everything happening with the Westwoods."Smart move. But one detail gnawed at me."Why not Magnus?"A brief pause."Because he’s sparring with Adasha in the gym. She requested him," Darius admitted.Everything inside me froze.Heat flared in my chest, molten and dangerous, but I forced myself to stay level. Darius wasn’t to blame. He had no right to refuse her. That was my job.Still—I didn’t trust

Kai "I thought about it too," Draco admitted, his voice low, edged with grim understanding. "We aren’t dealing with just one enemy." I met his gaze and nodded. The realization settled over us like a suffocating fog. Two forces were moving against us, two threats operating independently—or worse, in tandem. And we were caught in the middle. "Speaking of the Moonchild bloodline…" Draco hesitated for only a second before continuing. "They’re dangerous." I exhaled sharply, already knowing where this was going. "I know you’re advocating for them for reasons best known to you," he added, his expression unreadable, "but we can’t ignore the fact that they have the power to eliminate us all." I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face. "They just want to be left alone," I reminded him. "I’ve already explained what happened with Michelle." Draco shook his head, exhaling in frustration. "Then why attack us?" A humorless chuckle escaped me. "If your family was being hunted the way the innoce

Kai I waited, my patience thinning with each second Randy hesitated. Whatever he was trying to say, it was difficult for him—more difficult to speak than to think. Then— "She told me you know she’s a Moonchild." The words came out in a rush, almost like he was forcing them past his own restraint. I frowned, my mind immediately racing through the implications. Had Adasha told him this as a deterrent? A warning? Or had he known all along? "Did she tell you this?" I asked, my voice careful, measured. He shook his head. "No. I knew before I mated with her." I stiffened. "In fact," he continued, "her adoptive parents tried to sell that information for a profit. They saw her as a commodity, something they could trade for the right price." My fingers curled into fists. The very thought of it—of her being treated like something to be bargained over—sent a slow, simmering rage through my veins. "The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she needed to be protected," Randy admitted, his v