บททั้งหมดของ Alpha’s thirst for Ember : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Raphael watched Kaya sleep, knowing she would be pissed if she caught him doing so. Ever since her rescue, she had become very self conscious about her loss of hair and figure, so she hid away, even telling him not to visit so often until she got considerably better. But he didn’t mind. he still came to her every day after his duties in the gardens, bringing her freshly baked treats. Raphael adjusted her covers around her chest, only to raise his head and meet her gaze on him. “Hey,” she said with a shy smile. “Hi, beautiful,” he replied with a cheeky grin, he had missed her. “I brought these for you.” “Oh, thank you so much, Raphael,” Kaya said in appreciation, glancing sideways at the treats. She tried to sit up in bed, and Raphael quickly helped her, seeing how weak she still was. “Thank you,” she said again, averting her eyes from his. She hated being seen as weak. “So, the nurse said she’s going to recommend some activities to help you get stronger. Will you go for a walk wi

“She was awake minutes ago, Luna, but then she slipped back into a deep sleep due to a metabolic imbalance. But she’s otherwise stable, we summoned you because we knew you would want to speak with her,” said the pack doctor to Ember, who was sitting in a chair by her mother’s bed with her hand in hers. The air was stale and smelled of medication, adding to the stark white walls and monotone bedding in the room. She really hated hospitals. Ember was disappointed. When she was informed, she had run down to the pack clinic with her heart in her throat. She missed her mother and couldn’t wait to speak with her, especially with the situation at Thorne’s estate. She wanted to leave as soon as possible, but she knew her old pack and home didn’t have the facilities to nurse her mother back to health the way Thorne’s did. She willed her mother to recover quickly, before Thorne decided to put them out. She suspected he was giving her a chance to leave honorably rather than be cast out by him.

Thorne drafted out the notice in his office. It was to be delivered to the soldiers quarters concerning his need for a new beta. A date would be set, and all the interested wolves would attend, sparring against each other until the winners from each group competed for a chance to be trained personally by him. Then he would choose a beta from them within a month after judging their skills in combat and delegated leadership. After penning down the last sentence and stamping the document, he sighed, having accomplished that task. “Jameson,” he called, and his office door opened as one of his guards answered. The guard marched toward his outstretched hand and bowed sharply before taking the envelope. “Deliver this to the Captain of the Guard. I expect the preparations to commence as soon as possible.” “Yes, Alpha,” Jameson said, bowing again before leaving the office. Thorne sighed again. There was only one name on his mind. Ember. But he wasn’t ready. Not yet. He wasn’t ready for

Caden walked into Alpha Matteo’s office. The space was grand, filled with sculptures and plaques, reflecting Matteo’s obsession with making an impression. He had been training relentlessly every day, honing his stealth and fighting skills, waiting for the day Matteo would summon him with the news he so desperately wanted to hear, the mission on Thorne. Although he itched to march down to Thorne’s territory and engage him in battle to avenge his father, he respected Matteo’s decision to observe the coast first. Matteo was seated in his black, plush office chair, a thick, lit cigar in hand. As he heard Caden enter, he turned his head to regard him but burst into a coughing fit, the smoke evidently getting into his lungs. “Alpha,” Caden said, bowing in respect. “Caden, boy,” Matteo rasped in the middle of his coughing fit. Caden waited patiently as Matteo grabbed his cup of whiskey, downing it in one loud gulp to soothe his throat. “I’ve seen you training tirelessly, boy,” Matteo sai

Caden stealthily moved through the darkness, his footsteps light against the damp earth. The towering walls of Thorne’s estate loomed ahead, but he didn’t slow down. He had one goal, to put an end to the monster who had taken his mother captive.Matteo’s words rang in his head, “Thorne has her. If you want to save her, you know what to do.”His fingers curled into fists as he lept, gripping the rough stone of the wall. It wasn’t easy, but years of training made it possible. He scaled it swiftly, dropping onto the other side without a sound. The mansion was ahead, bathed in soft moonlight, and he could see the large balcony that led straight to Thorne’s bedroom.Caden took his time getting there, making sure no guards were in sight. When he reached the balcony, he tested the glass door. It was locked.No problem.He pulled a small blade from his pocket, he wedged it into the gap between the door and the frame, twisting until he heard a soft click. The lock gave wa