Semua Bab The Rejected Hybrid: The Alpha Wants Us Back: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Daniella sat at the long dining table with Sophie to her left, her little hand wrapped securely around a cup of hot chocolate, her nose wrinkling at the marshmallow fluff on her upper lip. Across from them sat Alpha Reid and Luna Maeve—Dalton’s parents—both impeccably dressed, their poise and warmth a reflection of years of leadership. Maeve’s silver hair was swept into a loose chignon, and Alpha Reid wore a sweater that looked hand-knitted, his sharp blue eyes twinkling above his coffee.“Did you sleep well, dear?” Maeve asked Daniella gently, passing her a small dish of jam.“I did, thank you,” Daniella replied, smiling politely as she spread jam over a slice of warm toast. “Everything here is… just beautiful. And peaceful. Sophie is having the time of her life.”Sophie beamed at that and nodded, her curls bouncing. “There’s a pony in the stables named Daffodil. She sneezed in my face and I didn’t even mind.”Reid chuckled deeply, shaking his head. “Well, that’s how Daffodil says he

Alpha Liam was sitting behind his mahogany desk in his study. He had always loved the room, especially how it was adorned with ancestral portraits and shelves of ancient tomes, making it exude an air of authority and tradition.He sifted through the day's correspondence, his fingers pausing on a cream-colored envelope sealed with the emblem of the Riverdale Pack. Intrigued, he broke the seal and unfolded the thick parchment inside.As his eyes scanned the elegantly scripted words, his breath caught.Together with their families, Alpha Dalton of the Riverdale Pack and Daniella Thornhill cordially invite Alpha Liam of the Hollow Pack to celebrate their union in marriage. The ceremony will be held under the full moon on the 14th of August, at twilight, in the sacred glade of Riverdale. A reception will follow under the stars. Your presence would honor us.A sudden, guttural scream tore from Liam's throat, echoing through the corridors.Moments later, the door burst open. His mo

Dalton sat on the bench just outside Daniella's hospital room, one hand pressed to his temple while the other clenched his phone tightly. The soft beep of machines from inside her ward felt louder than it should. It mirrored the rhythm of his own heart—frantic and anxious.He finally dialed Grace's number.“Hello?” Grace’s voice was sleepy but immediately alert at the sound of his breathing.“It’s me,” Dalton said quietly, his voice hoarse. “Something’s happened.”“What is it?” she sat up straighter, Roy stirring beside her. “Is Daniella okay? Sophie?”“There was an attack,” Dalton began, swallowing hard. “This morning… someone opened fire on their car while Daniella was driving Sophie to school. Daniella took a bullet to the shoulder. She’s in the hospital now.”“Oh my goddess,” Grace whispered. “And Sophie?”“I told her Daniella that Sophie is with you,” he said tightly. “I didn’t want her panicking when she woke. She was drugged and in shock. But the truth is… Sophie’s missing.”Th

Dalton sat stiffly in the rigid hospital chair, his elbows perched on his knees, fingers laced tightly together. The room was dim except for the soft glow of the machines monitoring Daniella's vitals, their rhythmic beeping a painful reminder of her unconscious state. She looked pale under the harsh fluorescent light, fragile in a way that unsettled him deeply. He hadn't left her side except for a single coffee break and the occasional trip to the restroom, but even those short absences gnawed at him. He didn’t want her waking up alone—not now, not after everything.Hours had slipped by. Time moved differently in hospitals, suspended in a heavy fog of antiseptic air and sterile silence. His men had yet to report anything, and the longer the silence stretched, the more agitated he became. Sophie was still missing.Just as he reached for his phone to call his head of security, it buzzed in his hand. Relief surged in his chest when he saw the name."Tomas," he answered briskly, voice sha

ALMOST 30 YEARS AGO Many, many years ago, before the moon ever looked kindly on the Emerald Pack, before it bore the name that would inspire awe across the territories, it had another name — one spoken only in hushed tones by the old and the haunted. Once, it was a place of shadows and fear, ruled by a tyrant whose reign had withered every shred of hope from the hearts of its people. His name had long since been erased from the histories, not out of ignorance, but out of deliberate intent. The pack had chosen to forget.This alpha, cruel and insatiable in his thirst for power, ran the pack with an iron fist. He saw his members not as family, but as tools — to be used, to be discarded, to be punished. Families lived in fear, mothers whispered warnings to their children, and warriors bore scars not only from outside battles, but from within. The woods that now stood tall and proud were then filled with silent dread.But change, as it often does, came from the unlikeliest of places.He h