บททั้งหมดของ BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

The morning light bathed Moonshadow's territory in a golden glow, but the tension hanging in the air was anything but serene. The war council had ended with a fragile consensus, though the lingering unease between the Alphas was palpable. Sophia stood on the balcony of the pack house, overlooking the gathering wolves below. They moved with purpose, preparing for what was to come.Gabriel joined her, his expression contemplative. "It's strange, isn't it? This moment of quiet before everything changes."Sophia nodded, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "It feels more like a deep breath before a plunge. Once we move, there's no going back."Gabriel's hand found hers, squeezing gently. "You've done everything you can. Now it's about trusting them to follow through."She turned to him, her gaze soft but resolute. "Do you trust them, Gabriel? Do you trust Darius?"Gabriel hesitated, his jaw tightening. "Trust might be too strong a word. But I believe he sees the bigger picture, at least for now

The battlefield descended into chaos as Salvatore's monstrous creations surged forward, their sheer size and brutality striking fear into the allied forces. The air reeked of blood and sweat, the sound of snapping jaws and anguished howls reverberating across the ridge. Sophia ducked just in time to avoid a crushing blow from one of the creatures. Its claws tore into the tree trunk behind her, splintering the wood like it was nothing. She spun on her heels, her claws slashing across its chest, but the creature barely flinched. Its glowing eyes locked onto her, filled with malevolent intelligence. Gabriel appeared beside her, his blade glinting in the moonlight. With a precise slash, he severed the creature's arm, but it let out an enraged roar, swinging its massive body toward him. Sophia lunged at its back, her teeth sinking into its neck. The combined effort brought the beast down, but the victory was short-lived. "We can't take them head-on like this!" Gabriel growled, his breat

The rising sun bathed the battlefield in an eerie glow, illuminating the devastation that had unfolded during the night. Smoke lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the explosion that had torn through the ridge. Sophia stood amidst the wreckage, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching for Salvatore's shadow.Gabriel and Maria worked tirelessly alongside their allies to tend to the wounded. Wolves shifted back into human form, their injuries revealing the toll of the fight. Some bore deep gashes, while others clung to life, their breaths shallow and ragged. Sophia clenched her fists, her claws digging into her palms. Salvatore had not only escaped but had left a trail of destruction in his wake. She couldn't shake the image of his smirk as he disappeared into the smoke, his parting words haunting her thoughts."You'll see soon enough." "What are you thinking?" Gabriel's voice pulled her from her reverie. He approached, his face etched with exhaustion. Blood smeared his ches

The tension in the village was thick enough to cut through with a knife. Sophia could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as Salvatore's mocking words echoed through the silence. The wolves around her bristled, their eyes focused, muscles coiled and ready. They had been preparing for this moment, but nothing could truly prepare them for the reality of facing Salvatore. His presence alone seemed to warp the very air around them.He stood in the distance, his silhouette dark against the cloudy sky. His face was cold, expression unreadable, as if he were waiting for them to make the first move. Sophia took a deep breath, steeling herself. This was it. There would be no turning back now. They had come this far, and they couldn't afford to hesitate."Why hide, Salvatore?" she called out, her voice strong and unwavering. "Come down here and face us!"For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, with a cruel smile, Salvatore stepped forward, his boots clicking against t

The days following Salvatore's death were a blur of activity, of organizing and rebuilding. The pack had suffered losses, but they had also gained a sense of unity that had not been present before. Sophia found herself both a leader and a protector, responsibilities that weighed heavily on her heart. There were moments, though, when she caught glimpses of hope a flicker that reminded her that despite the battles, there was a future worth fighting for.The camp was a flurry of movement, with pack members tending to the wounded, fortifying their defenses, and sharing quiet conversations. Sophia stood near the edge of the camp, watching them from a distance. Her mind kept drifting back to the events that had unfolded, to the moment when Salvatore had fallen. It still felt surreal, the finality of it all. The sound of his monstrous transformation, the violent fight that had seemed to last forever it all seemed like a dream now, a nightmare that had come to an end.But in that dream, Sophi