บททั้งหมดของ Alpha’s thirst for Ember : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

On the outskirts of Thorne Maddox’s pack, a group of seventeen rogues rested around a dim fire, their tents and few belongings cast in shadows behind them. Ragnar, the leader of the small band, leaned against a fallen tree trunk, his sharp eyes scanning the camp and its people. Their living conditions were far from ideal, but they had managed well despite it all. They had refused to cower before Thorne, and each of them had lost one or more loved ones to his relentless expansion, enslaving those he deemed refugees and rogues. Ragnar hated the fact that Thorne couldn’t accept the idea that some people simply wanted to be free, unbound by any alpha or rigid leadership. His piercing blue eyes flicked over the activities around him, his ears picking up every movement beneath the laughter and murmured conversations. He was always alert and always listening. Suddenly, a twig snapped behind him. He steeled himself, pinpointing the exact direction of the sound without turning his head. Inhal

Ember felt crushed beneath the weight of all the eyes that were on her. Her heavy breathing sounded almost too loud in the silence of the hall. From the corner of her eye, she saw Dorothea watching her, her expression torn between belief and doubt. Ember’s heart clenched at the uncertain look on her face. Even worse, Serene was there too, smiling smugly as she looked down at Ember, who was on her knees between two guards. Ember’s chest burned with hatred for her, but she forced herself to tear her gaze away from Serene and focus on Thorne. “Answer me!” Thorne’s voice boomed angrily, echoing through the hall. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you, Thorne…” “It’s Alpha. Alpha Thorne to you,” he snapped, his voice thick with anger… and something else. Hurt. Ember swallowed hard, her voice tight with unshed tears. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you, Alpha. I swear to you, I had no plans against you. I just wanted to find my mother and brother, that’s all!” Thorne looked at her with disb

Darius lunged at Thorne with a vicious snarl, crashing into him with the full force of his weight. Thorne met him headon, swiping his claws across Darius’s face in defense. Darius howled in pain, stumbling back but keeping his eyes locked intently on Thorne. ‘This is what it has come to?’ Thorne snarled in a low tone through the link. ‘Fighting over a woman?’ Darius didn’t answer. He came at Thorne again, feinting a left bite before leaping into the air and landing on him, sinking his teeth into Thorne’s spine. Thorne thrashed violently, trying to shake him off, then he bucked hard, sending Darius flying into the metal door of a cell. Inside, Kaya shrieked and scrambled backward, pressing herself against the far wall. She covered her ears and hugged her knees as fear trembled through her. “Kaya!” Ember screamed when she heard her cries. She yanked desperately at the cell door, but it was locked. Thorne and Darius circled each other, their deep growls echoing off the stone walls. O

Ragnar finally escaped his sister’s clutches and picked up a pair of pants from a drying line before slipping behind a tree to shift back into his human form. Stella waited dutifully for him until he emerged moments later, shirtless and wearing the pants. She hung off his arm and talked his ear off as they walked back toward Collin, who was still sitting on the log. Collin shifted uncomfortably and stood up, pressing his legs together to hide his arousal from his previous time with Stella. He extended his arm to Ragnar, who took it in a firm handshake before pulling him in for a brotherly hug. “Hey, Ragnar, did you spy anything in the woods?” Collin asked. “Nothing at all. It’s all calm out there,” Ragnar said, plopping down on the ground beside him. “Have you heard back from your guy?” “Unfortunately, no. It’s been radio silence ever since the last time we met. I don’t know why he would go ghost like that,” Collin responded thoughtfully. “I just hope he hasn’t been caught,” Ragna

Ember sat beside Kaya’s bedside in the mansion’s clinic, while her mother rested a room away. It had been a week of bedside waiting, and when she stared at her mother’s face, she willed her to wake up. The pack doctor had informed her that her mother had been overdosed with a high concentration of wolfsbane and that it would take weeks for her to recover, and at the risk of losing her wolf. Ember had shivered at the news. Knowing her mother and how much she loved her wolf, she would rather die than lose her. And Ember understood completely, losing your wolf sounded like the most painful and soul shattering thing that could ever happen to a person. Every day, she made rounds in the clinic, checking on both her mother and Kaya, who was still mourning the loss of her hair. She cursed Darius for hurting two of the most important women in her life and swore to get her revenge. Kaya had a bald spot at the nape of her skull where Darius’s grip and the tension from the knife had forcefully p