Semua Bab Stuck Between Two Alphas: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Evelyn’s POVI had to admit, there was something about the archive that always managed to pull me in. The air smelled of dust, old paper, and ink, as if the very walls whispered the secrets of generations long gone. The history books and records piled on shelves, stacked neatly in rows, felt like a weight I could never escape from, even if I wanted to. It was like the past was waiting for me to discover something, to understand something, and I was getting closer to it with every page I turned.--I was still in the Bluestone archive, buried in ancient texts, with dust clinging to my fingertips and the faint scent of aged parchment curling through the air. The silence of the library had long since turned comforting. There was no chaos here, no fighting Alphas, no hovering doctors, no venomous stares from women who wished I didn’t exist. Just me, my thoughts, and a stack of books older than the country’s constitution.I turned another page slowly, the sound crisp in the quiet. My e

EvelynI jerked upright, heart pounding like I’d been yanked out of a nightmare. My neck ached, and my spine protested as I sat there, blinking into the dim candlelight. The book I’d been reading had fallen closed on my lap, and my hand was still loosely curled around a pencil I didn’t remember grabbing.Again.I’d dozed off in the archive, again.I rubbed my face and exhaled slowly. The dryness in my throat told me I hadn’t drunk anything in hours. The rumble in my stomach confirmed I hadn’t eaten in… I didn’t even know when.How long had it been this time?I turned toward the small, arched window built into the stone wall behind me. It was dark outside. No surprise there. But the darkness didn’t help=there had been nights, plural, since I started digging through this history. And somewhere along the line, time had blurred and bent itself around these dusty tomes and broken candle stubs.I wasn’t even sure what day it was anymore.I pushed the book off my lap and stood slowly. My le

EvelynThere’s something eerie about a full moon, even when you’re used to it.Maybe it’s the stillness that comes before it rises, like the world itself is holding its breath. Or maybe it’s the way the air thickens, almost humming with something ancient. Something wild. Something dangerous.I stood by the window of my room, arms crossed tightly over my chest, eyes fixed on the silver glow bleeding into the clouds. My reflection stared back at me from the glass, calm, still, too calm. That was the part that unsettled me. I should’ve been pacing, sweating, trembling like every other wolf in this house. The moon was rising, and with it, every part of me should have been preparing to shift. But instead… nothing. No heat beneath my skin. No restlessness in my bones. Just silence.It wasn’t natural.Every once a month, like clockwork, when the moon reached its apex, it took control. It didn’t matter who you were, alpha, beta, omega, if you weren’t strong enough to keep your mind tethered,

Evelyn’s POVDamon returned some time later, his steps heavier than before. The veins on his arms were pulsing, eyes still glowing faintly beneath the flickering ceiling lights. He stood just inside the doorway, breathing like he’d run a mile uphill.“Some of the wolves… they’ve already gone into the woods,” he announced hoarsely.Tyler didn’t even turn around. He stood by the window, arms folded, watching the moon rise like it was a ticking bomb. “Then go make sure they don’t go too far. Keep them inside the neutral boundary. You know where it is.”Damon didn’t move.His eyes flicked to me again, fast, sharp, and stayed there. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was scrutiny. Disgust. Something darker.I felt it before I saw it. That shift in the room, like pressure building in the walls. Everyone else felt it too.Tyler turned his head slightly. “Damon.”Still nothing.Then Tyler stepped forward and snapped his fingers in front of Damon’s face, sharp and commanding.Damon’s head je

EvelynThe question burned in all of us now, how the hell were we going to get to that damn cell?Two stories underground.Through a compound swarming with feral wolves, some still mid-transition, most completely gone. All of them hungry. All of them drawn to the scent of blood, to power, and worst of all, me.I stood frozen in the middle of the room, the metallic taste of fear clinging to the back of my throat. Every nerve in my body screamed danger, and even breathing felt like a luxury I couldn’t afford.“They’re out there,” Leo said quietly, his voice so calm it almost made it worse. “At least two dozen. Maybe more. I can hear the claws on the walls.”He wasn’t exaggerating. I could hear them too, low snarls echoing through the vents, the creak of nails dragging down stone, and every few seconds, a high-pitched howl that sent my spine straight into ice.Tyler cursed under his breath and moved toward the reinforced door, pressing his palm flat against the steel like he could someho