Semua Bab Let The Alphas Fall For You: Bab 81 - Bab 87

VANDERI found Knox in his room. He’d left the door ajar which rarely ever happened. He didn’t flinch when I stepped, not a single glance at me.He just kept shoving shirts into his duffel bag with the same conviction as someone who was trying to erase everything he’d ever built here.“Where are you going?” I leaned against the door. For once, I wanted to bare it all out and talk about father’s decision.The position meant a lot to me, as it would to anyone else but not enough to have me sent a crack right through my foundation that this family is.“Figured that was obvious.” There was anything but friendliness painting his tone. “Knox.”His jaw flexed. “What?”“Where are you going?”He zipped the bag hard. “Does it matter?”“You’re my brother. Of course it matters.”He turned to face me. “I’m not your anything, Vander. Not anymore. You got what you wanted. Enjoy the fucking throne.”I sighed, exasperated. This was all too tiring. I was nothing to the family too. Heck, half my child

DALAI cradled Sarah in my arms as though I could fold her back into the space beneath my heart, where she’d first begun, where nothing and no one could ever touch her. My lips found her hair again and again, whispering her name like a prayer, like a question, like a punishment.“Why would you do that, baby?” I said, not scolding, just trying to hold back the tremble in my voice. “You can’t ever leave school like that again. Do you understand me?”Sarah sniffled, wide-eyed, guilty. “I just wanted to see the park. I didn’t mean to scare you. I met a nice man. He said he would wait with me till you came. I’m sorry, Mommy.”I shook my head, holding her tighter. “No, baby, no more going anywhere without Mommy’s permission, okay? I was scared out of my mind. I didn’t know where you were.”She nodded solemnly. “Okay. I promise.”The teachers hovered nearby, clearly embarrassed, trying to explain themselves with too many apologies.“We’re truly sorry, Ms Hartwell,” one of them said, wringing

VANDERIt smell of pinewoods in every corner of the compound. The war room wasn’t as flashy as the name suggested, no glinting silver maps or intimidating weapons mounted on the walls. Just a long, mahogany table scattered with blueprints, territorial outlines, digital projections, and half-empty mugs of bitter coffee that had gone cold an hour ago.Marcus, my beta for the past three years, stood at the head of the table, rolling his neck with a slight grimace as he updated me on the Expansion Project. “We secured approval in all of the south. That playground was an amazing room,” he said, tapping a red-marked zone on the holomap.I arched my brow, struggling to be present. To not think of her. “You think?”“I think everyone’s watching you now,” Marcus replied, glancing at me over the rim of his coffee mug. “Even the Alphas that used to mock your name during ascencion are suddenly scrambling to sign pacts or bury old feuds.”I didn’t respond because he was right.We weren’t just exp

DALAIt was strange how easily something so broken could feel whole again.A month had passed since Vander walked through the doors of my shop like a storm I’d been praying for and somehow, since then, every day has been a soft unraveling of all the tension, all the years, all the pain that had held my shoulders in a knot for far too long.We fell into rhythm. This wasn't altogether perfect because there were bumps, awkward mornings, and quiet nights. A few moments where I would catch him staring at Sarah like he was afraid she’d vanish again. Still, there was real tangible peace. The kind that lived in breakfast laughter, and Sarah’s tiny arms flinging around Vander’s neck when he came back from work, and how he always kissed my forehead like it was a sacred ritual.We had dinner together now, all three of us, grocery-shopped like we were a unit. We even picked out new curtains together last week for my home— since I wasn’t ready to leave for his pack. In these few days, I’d never