Semua Bab The Alpha King's Saving Angel: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Zane’s POVI’d never really noticed the view from my office before. How the cloud descended upon the mountains, like shadowy hands, gently wrapping the landscape in its mystical palms. It was truly magnificent and beautiful in a hauntingly peaceful way as summer slowly gave way to fall. Perhaps I had noticed the stunning landscape before, but only recently did I honestly appreciate it.The aftermath of the party still lingered in my mind as I leaned against the balcony railing, the cool morning air doing little to calm the whirlwind of thoughts in my head.Arella…Her name alone sent warmth surging through me. She’d done so much for me and my pups, that I wasn’t sure how I could ever repay her. Everything she had done, from arranging the birthday party to organizing that play, that created such a meaningful moment for me and the kids. It was extraordinary.She was extraordinary!

Arella’s POVI was going crazy!That or I would be the first person to die from boredom. Going from having my day filled with birthday party planning to having absolutely nothing to do, was killing me in ways I couldn’t even imagine.Talking about brain rot!The day had dragged on endlessly, and I was bored out of my mind, practically climbing the walls with boredom. My guns were spotless, every screw and mechanism gleaming from meticulous care. I’d devoured an entire book and flipped through two more, but in the end, I’d been unable to focus. I even contemplated reorganizing Zane’s room just to have something – anything! – to do.“Don’t look at me like that,” I’d snapped at Tiny when my fingers had been itching to rearrange Zane’s wardrobe. But the chameleon had given me a dirty look – basically licking his eyeball – so I

Zane’s POVROGUES!I was fast asleep, when suddenly my wolf let out a howl, waking me up. The beast snarls, tearing through my mind like a warning bell. A second later, I realized that he was right. The sharp scent of rogues in the wind jolted me awake. I sat up immediately, my heart pounding. The cozy warmth of the cabin vanished under the icy wave of adrenaline.Why the hell didn’t our guards alert us?Using my wolf’s senses, I scanned the area, realizing that the rogues were quite a far way out! But to my confusion, my guards were still in position, circling the cabin with precision, as if they were patrolling.What the hell---?!The tension between trust and doubt gnawed at me. I had handpicked these wolves, these men, to protect m

Arella's POVI let out a vicious growl, frustrated with how slow the process was going. The primal part of me felt good to voice all the pent-up anger that bubbled beneath my skin and my wolf snarled, displeased to be kept out of the fight. I swung my ax, finding my target easily, but I didn’t dig it deep enough. The wolf got back up, shaking his head as if confused about what had happened.And then charged again.Mother fuc---!Suddenly, Rick’s wolf let out a howl, and my head snapped in his direction. Two rogues had ganged up on him, and while he had been holding them off for now, one of them had gotten lucky.He was bleeding…Badly!“Rick!” I shouted, just as two rogues tackled him. He snarled and threw one off, but the other latched onto his side, tearing into him. I swung my ax again, knocking the wolf off him and sending him flying into a nearby tree. But my relie

Arella's POVResting my head against his chest, I closed my eyes and let the steady thrum of his heartbeat calm me. He barked some orders that went over my head, but a moment later, I felt the cold touch of fresh water brush against my lips."Drink," he urged, crouching in front of me, his eyes searching mine with worry. I took the cup and sipped, the cool water soothing my dry throat. Zane had sat us both down in front of the fireplace, cuddling me close. From the corner of my eyes, I saw a male figure shifting back into his wolf form, and I realized that it must have been Rick.“How are you?” Zane asked, his gaze full of concern, as his dark eyes found mine. I reached up and caressed his cheek, wanting to reassure him."I may need therapy," I joked weakly. "Considering I just killed someone, and I don’t feel bad about it.""It was your life or theirs. You made the right choice," he replied glumly, with his usual