Semua Bab Alpha Lucian Obsession: Bab 91 - Bab 100

LUCIAN The man understood exactly what I meant. But before he could take a step, a sharp ring of laughter sliced through the air, halting us both. I turned and there was Darius with a crooked grin stretched across his face."Such a mouth on a calm Alpha," he said, mockingly.I ignored him and turned back to the scout. "Make sure he’s…""No."This time, I turned my whole body to face him. He was staring directly at me, that irritating grin still plastered across his face."What?" I asked."You’re not chasing me off, Lucian. I heard what he said. Killian and Rowan?" He let out a chuckle, spreading his hands a little as if the idea amused him deeply. "My, my… what did they do? Get into a little spat over Aria?"My jaw tightened.He took a step closer. "Now that’s a fight I never expected. Over an omega, no less." He gave a low, mocking whistle.I stared at him—really looked. And in that moment, I saw it clearly. The glee in his eyes wasn’t just amusement. It was something wild. He didn’

LUCIAN“Say that again,” I whispered. “Say it louder, Darius. See how fast I rip your head and gift the rogues myself.”Darius bared his teeth. “I don't want to expose you, Lucian, but you are pushing me.” he paused. “In fact… you already did that all on your own. The rogues know. The other Alphas know. Look at how the Phantom’s little pet project is thriving. Look how far he's fallen.” He laughed, a low and bitter sound. “Aria’s the only one who doesn’t know what you did. Oh, wait. Her people too. What if…”My blood ran cold. I shoved him hard against the wall, hard enough to rattle the light fixture above his head. “I warned you,” I snarled, lowly. “If you breathe another word about that night, I’ll silence you myself.”But Darius just looked amused. “You can try. But we both know your hands are full. One rogue girl, three dangerous Alphas in your court, a duel you orchestrated to humiliate your rival... and let’s not forget the angry pack that’s about five seconds from turning on y

ARIAThe moment I saw Darius standing behind Lucian, my legs buckled. I had to be hallucinating… this wasn't real. Why was he here again? How did he get in…?My heart pounded painfully against my ribs. Oh, wait. Lucian had said something about him this morning. I just hadn’t been paying attention. I was too caught up in our issues to see the danger of having Darius a meter close to me. I faintly felt Lucian’s arm slip around my waist. If not for his calming scent, I would've dashed in the opposite direction.“Aria…” Lucian started, a little too collected. But I wasn’t listening. I was right. He had purposely let that devil in here! I twisted hard, slipping out of his hold like I’d been burned.Unfortunately, my movement caught Darius’s attention. His eyes slid down to me. Then he lazily lifted his lips, swiping his tongue over his lower lip—an awful habit he had when he was amused. Or when he wanted to unsettle me.I stumbled back, bumping into someone’s shoulder in my rush. Fuck, fuc

ARIAHow fucking disappointing. "...I’m like a damn weight to you, and you picked your legacy." I tilted my head, thinking it through. "Which... isn't entirely wrong."Keep telling yourself that, Aria. "Don’t worry, I’ve thought about it long enough, and I still want to spare you the agony," I said, stepping forward until we were just a breath apart. "Even now, after everything... some pathetic part of me still wants to make it easier for you. Still wants to be the one who says goodbye so you don’t have to feel guilty."Rowan’s mouth twitched. Then he let out a bitter sigh and shook his head. “No,” he said, quietly at first. “No. You don’t get to carry this one for me.”I narrowed my eyes. What was he saying? Before I could piece it together, he looked me dead in the eye. His posture straightened, and for a moment, he looked like a man walking toward his own execution.“I, Rowan Frostbite of the Frostbite Pack...” His voice was clear, strong—too calm for what he was about to say

ARIAMy limbs stopped shaking. The splitting headache dulled to a hum. I felt… cool. “I’m scared,” I admitted. “I know,” Whitee replied. “But you’re stronger than they ever made you believe.” Outside, the energy was different. I could feel the scent of my people. I knew they were my people… cozy, warm, and harsh all at once. There was no feeling of the bond. That was dead and gone. This was older—like the connection to myself. To the family I’d lost long ago. My wolf. And she had a name. Whitee. “Tell me…” I turned to find an empty space where the lady had been. She had vanished. “Whitee?” “Albena.” I jumped. “You took your time,” her voice teased gently inside my head. Oh… so this was the mind link stuff? I let out a broken laugh, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. “Shut up.” I felt different and complete. “No, I am serious…” “Shut up,” I muttered again, smiling this time. There was this peace around me—one that came with having a wolf. Whatever h