Semua Bab Iron Fangs MC The Alpha's Mate Dilemma : Bab 111 - Bab 120

When Shadows Strike The late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of oak trees as Lisa made her way along the familiar path that wound through the pack territory. Luna Rose slept peacefully in the baby carrier strapped to Lisa's chest, lulled by the gentle motion of walking and the warm spring air. For the first time in weeks, Lisa felt truly at peace—strong enough for a solo walk, confident enough to venture beyond the immediate pack house grounds, ready to reclaim the independence that had been so important to her before everything changed. The path she'd chosen was one of her favorites, a well-maintained trail that circled through the old growth forest before looping back toward the residential area. She'd walked it countless times during her pregnancy, finding solace in the rhythm of her footsteps and the ancient wisdom of the trees. Today felt like a celebration of how far she'd come—physically strong enough for the mile-long circuit, emotionally stable enough to be alone

Allies in Darkness Three days of running through the wilderness had stripped away whatever civilized veneer Cassie had maintained during her years with Matthew's pack. Her clothes were torn from brambles and rough terrain, her hair tangled with leaves and debris, and her once-pristine nails were broken and filthy from scrambling over rocks and through underbrush. But the physical deterioration was nothing compared to the festering rage that had consumed her thoughts during every mile of her desperate flight. She crouched now beside a stream in neutral territory, washing blood from a scrape on her arm while her mind churned with bitter resentment. The pack meeting had been the final humiliation—being questioned like a criminal, having her every word scrutinized, feeling the weight of their suspicion and judgment. And all because of Lisa. Perfect, fragile, reformed Lisa who could do no wrong in everyone's eyes. The irony wasn't lost on her that she was now exactly what they'd accused

The Hunter's Instinct Ethan's wolf had been restless for three days, pacing beneath his skin with an agitation that had nothing to do with the full moon still two weeks away. Every warrior instinct he possessed screamed that danger was circling his family like vultures waiting for carrion, but he couldn't pinpoint the source of his unease. Until this morning, when the scent trail he'd been tracking led him to a truth that made his blood run cold. The abandoned ranger station sat in a clearing two miles beyond pack territory, its windows boarded up and roof partially collapsed from years of neglect. It should have been empty, forgotten, of no interest to anyone. But Ethan's sensitive nose had picked up something that made every protective instinct flare to life: Cassie's scent, mixed with at least three others he didn't recognize. Rogue scents. Dangerous ones. He crouched behind a fallen log, studying the building through the early morning mist. The tracks around the station told a

Caged But Not Conquered The pack's holding cell was a masterpiece of supernatural security—silver-lined walls that burned against Cassie's skin if she tried to shift, reinforced steel bars that could withstand even an Alpha's strength, and a constant low-frequency hum that disrupted concentration and made escape planning nearly impossible. It was designed to hold dangerous supernaturals until they could be transferred to more permanent facilities or face judgment for their crimes. But Cassie had been sitting in this cell for seventy-two hours now, and instead of the despair or resignation her captors expected, her mind had crystallized around a single, burning focus: Lisa still lived, and that was unacceptable. The failed assassination attempt had been a setback, nothing more. Yes, she'd lost her rogue allies—Vera, Slade, and Knox had vanished back into whatever hole they'd crawled out of, probably writing her off as an unstable amateur who'd compromised their professional reputat

Ghosts in the Mirror Lisa sat in the nursery's rocking chair at three in the morning, Luna Rose sleeping peacefully in her arms, but sleep remained as elusive as forgiveness. Two days had passed since Matthew's revelation about her mother's involvement in Cassie's family tragedy, and Lisa felt like she was drowning in a sea of inherited guilt and second-guessing every moment of happiness she'd allowed herself over the past few years. The soft moonlight streaming through the window illuminated Luna Rose's perfect features—the gentle curve of her cheek, the dark eyelashes that rested against her skin, the tiny fist curled trustingly against Lisa's chest. Looking at her daughter should have brought the usual flood of maternal love and protective instinct, but instead, Lisa found herself searching for signs of the darkness that seemed to run through the Rothschild bloodline like poison. "What have I passed on to you?" she whispered to her sleeping daughter. "What legacy am I leaving y