Semua Bab THE WOLF WITHIN:CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: Bab 111 - Bab 120

LUCIANThe first shot slices through the night. It misses, but it’s enough to ignite chaos.I lunge forward like a beast unchained, my claws ripping into the nearest hunter’s chest before he can reload, and he gurgles a scream, blood painting the grass.The sound of bones snapping fills the air—Ezra has pounced on two more, his wolf form unrelenting and wild. He tears through them like a storm, claws swiping, jaws crushing.The hunters shout commands, but they’re panicking because they weren’t prepared for this. Aiden miscalculated.I see him across the clearing, barking orders, eyes flicking in all directions.A wolf leaps at me from the side, but I catch him mid-air, slamming him into the ground with force that cracks the dirt beneath us.I don’t kill him—I don’t want to. They’re still my pack, even if they’ve forgotten it.All I do is make him remember pain, so I rake my claws across his ribs, enough to make him howl and limp away, broken but alive.Ezra mirrors me, his strikes are

LUCIANLogan and I are finally on our way to get Ingrid.The journey is taking longer than expected. I feel impatience gnawing at every nerve of my body as I glance at the trees flying past the window, unfamiliar landscapes stretching endlessly.“How much further?” I ask, my voice clipped.“We’ll be there in a few. Calm down,” Logan replies, his eyes fixed on the road, barely sparing me a glance.I turn back to the window, frowning. “And where the hell are we? I don’t recognize this place.”“It’s far. Away from Shadow Ridge and from anywhere someone might recognize her.” He respond with a sigh, like he is tired of my questions.“He couldn’t risk Ingrid running into someone who might remind her of who she is,” he adds quietly.I shoot him a sideways look, my hands curling into fists.“There’s nothing you could’ve done, Lucian, ” he adds, almost like he’s trying to soothe me.“You were here the whole time, Logan. Why didn’t you help her?” I ask, barely keeping my anger in check.He grits

LUCIAN.The last three months have been hell. I’ve turned over every stone, hunted every whisper, chased every useless lead trying to find Ingrid and nothing.After that house turned out to be another dead end—just cold walls and the lingering scent of Ingrid and her child, I went back to Ezra.He suggested I reclaim my pack for stability and power, and at the time, it sounded like a good plan, so I did.I went back to the territory I left behind, back to the wolves I once ruled.At first it wasn’t easy, but eventually, they recognized I am their alpha and they bowed and swore their allegiance to me.They’ve been helping me track her ever since. Every scout, every warrior, every wolf in the region has been on the lookout. But no one has come close to finding her.It’s like she vanished into thin air.Her unborn child and I—we share a bond. One that formed the night I touched her and marked her.It's faint, like a song carried by the wind, but it's there. Some days I can barely feel it

LUCIANEzra was right.As we drove aimlessly, following a bond that was once so faint I could barely feel it, the connection started to strengthen.I could feel her—her soul screaming for me from a distance, and the closer we got, the louder it became.We tore through the forest path, the tires skidding as I slammed the car to a stop outside an old, abandoned house.I bolted from the car, shifting mid-step into my wolf form for speed before shifting back as I crashed through the front door with Ezra right behind me.And then I saw her.Collapsed on the floor, struggling to get up, her arms braced against a baby cot, and my heart nearly stopped.She looked up, and our eyes met for the first time in months.Tears streamed down her cheeks, from relief, exhaustion, and pain pouring from her in waves.Her trembling hand lifted, pointing weakly toward the corridor. “He’s…” she tried to say. “Aiden is…”I didn’t want to hear it, I was already pulling her into my arms, holding her close, as if

LUCIANThe days that followed were the kind and never thought I’d get to live again—slow, quiet, and wrapped in the soft warmth of peace.Ingrid and I barely left our chambers. We didn’t need to. Emily has become the center of our world, her tiny breaths, soft coos, and gentle movements mesmerizing us both.There was something healing about watching her sleep, her chest rising and falling as though the chaos outside had never touched her.I’d catch Ingrid humming lullabies by the window, sunlight bathing her and Emily in a glow so ethereal it made my heart ache.I felt like everything we had gone through- the battles, the bloodshed, and the betrayals—none of it mattered when I was with them.But I had responsibilities that I couldn’t ignore forever. The pack needed their Alpha, and Ezra needed me.With a soft kiss on Ingrid’s forehead and a promise that I’d be back before lunch, I slip out and make my way to the infirmary.The moment I step in, I am hit with a thick tension in the air