Semua Bab Iron Fangs MC The Alpha's Mate Dilemma : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Echoes in the Dark Lisa lay in bed staring at the ceiling, watching shadows from the security lights outside dance across the plaster as her mind replayed the events in the safe room for the hundredth time since being rescued six hours ago. Beside her, Ethan slept deeply, the exhaustion of battle finally claiming him once he'd assured himself that she and Luna Rose were truly safe. Luna Rose herself was sleeping peacefully in her bassinet, seemingly unaffected by the trauma that had nearly claimed her mother's life. But sleep remained elusive for Lisa, driven away by images that flashed behind her eyelids every time she tried to close them. Cassie's face, twisted with decades of hatred and pain. The knife raised above Luna Rose. The moment when Lisa had been certain she was about to die while holding her daughter. And then Ethan's arrival, swift and lethal, ending Cassie's life with the kind of efficiency that spoke to exactly how dangerous her mate could be when his family was thr

The Weight of Choice Lisa sat in Matthew's office with Luna Rose sleeping peacefully in her carrier, trying to process what the pack leadership had just told her. The warm familiarity of the space—books lining the walls, the comfortable chairs where she'd had so many conversations about her transformation and healing—felt at odds with the gravity of what they were asking her to do. "Let me make sure I understand," she said slowly, her voice steady despite the anxiety churning in her stomach. "Cassie's attack was just the beginning. Her allies are using her death to isolate us politically, and you want me to address the Regional Council to counter their narrative." "Only if you're willing," Matthew emphasized, leaning forward in his chair. "This is entirely your choice, Lisa. No pressure, no obligation. We have other options if you're not comfortable with this." Ethan's hand found hers where it rested on the arm of her chair, his thumb tracing gentle circles across her knuckles. Sh

Safe Harbor Lisa made it exactly three steps inside their bedroom before her legs gave out entirely. The adrenaline that had carried her through the Council meeting, the attack, and the long drive home finally drained away all at once, leaving her shaking uncontrollably as she collapsed onto the floor beside Luna Rose's crib. "Lisa!" Ethan was beside her instantly, his hands gentle but urgent as he checked her for injuries. "Are you hurt? What happened? The radio reports were fragmented, something about an attack—" "Someone tried to kill me," Lisa whispered, the words finally real now that she was safe enough to say them. "Right there in the Council chamber, in front of everyone. They wanted to execute Catherine Rothschild's daughter on live broadcast to prove their point about justice." Ethan's face went white as the implications hit him. "Jesus Christ. Are you—did they—" "Alpha Morrison stepped in front of the shot," Lisa continued, her voice breaking as the image replayed in h

The Long Road Home Lisa was fifteen minutes into the drive home from the Riverside Pack medical facility when she first noticed the black SUV in her rearview mirror. At first, it seemed like ordinary traffic—just another vehicle heading in the same direction on the winding mountain road that connected the territories. But as she took the first turn toward pack lands, the SUV followed, maintaining the same distance behind her despite the change in route. Luna Rose was sleeping peacefully in her car seat, lulled by the motion of driving and the satisfaction of a full belly from her feeding before they'd left Morrison's hospital room. The sight of her daughter's serene face should have been comforting, but instead it made Lisa's growing unease sharper and more urgent. If something was wrong, if she was actually being followed, Luna Rose was completely vulnerable. Lisa took an experimental turn onto a side road that led nowhere important, just a scenic overlook that tourists sometimes

Gathering Storm The abandoned mining facility sat like a wound in the mountainside, its rusted equipment and collapsed buildings providing perfect cover for the kind of meeting that couldn't take place in civilized territory. Vera stood among the debris of the old processing plant, studying the faces of the fifteen men and women who represented all that remained of Cassie's carefully constructed network. Fifteen. Down from nearly forty just two weeks ago. "Report," she said simply, her scarred face showing no emotion despite the devastating losses they'd suffered. Knox stepped forward, his massive frame somehow diminished by defeat. "The ambush team is gone. All fifteen confirmed dead, no survivors. Marcus's response team eliminated them before they could complete the primary objective." "Lisa Blackwood's status?" "Wounded but alive. Minor shrapnel injuries, already released from medical care. The target remains protected and operational." Vera nodded slowly, processing the imp