Semua Bab Stuck Between Two Alphas: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Evelyn’s POVThe silence was thick, pressing against my ears like cotton soaked in fear. Tyler’s wolf stood a few feet away from me, muscles tense beneath thick fur, his glowing red eyes fixed on mine, unblinking, unreadable.I couldn’t breathe.Not because I was afraid, though I damn well should be, but because something in me refused to run. Maybe it was denial. Maybe it was that stubborn belief that Tyler, even like this, wouldn’t hurt me. But I wasn’t sure. Not anymore. Not with the Moon pulling strings like a puppet master gone mad.“Tyler?” Christian’s voice cut through the air, tentative but firm. “You in there, man?”No response.Tyler’s ears twitched, but his gaze didn’t shift. His jaw clenched. That familiar snarl rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating through the stone walls and straight into my bones. My legs were begging to move, to back away, to hide. But I stood still, too aware that the smallest movement might trigger something we couldn’t pull back from.“Shit,” Christi

EvelynThe scent of old parchment and leather-bound spines wrapped around me like a familiar cloak as I sat curled in my favorite nook of the Bluestone archive. My fingers trailed down the brittle pages of an ancient codex, pausing on the section about the Second Life gene and the Flare witches. I’d read this passage countless times, but every word still felt electric, like the first spark of a long-dormant memory coming back to life.The leather-bound journal creaked slightly as I flipped another page, the scent of aged parchment and dust settling around me like an old friend. The handwriting was slanted, almost frantic, as though the author had scribbled it down while fleeing from something,or someone.“The second life gene… not a curse, but a gift misplaced. In the wrong vessel, it brings chaos. In the right one… it may redeem us.”I swallowed, heart pounding. The weight of that knowledge settled around me in the hush of the library. Tyler had it. Christian, by adoption, didn’t. Bu

EvelynThe zipper of my bag tugged with a small snap as I sealed the last pocket. I adjusted the strap over my shoulder, gave the room one last glance, then stepped outside, squinting at the sudden sunlight that filtered through the trees. The air was fresh, deceptively peaceful, like it was daring me to believe this was going to be easy.For once, I didn’t feel like I was walking into danger. Just…away from the mess. A temporary escape. Nothing more.I was halfway down the stone path when I felt someone’s eyes on me. Sharp. Familiar.“Where are you going?”The voice cut through the calm like a blade.The voice halted me mid-step.Shit.I turned, already bracing myself.Tyler stood there, arms folded, jaw tight, eyes dropping to the overnight bag at my side. He scanned me like I’d just announced I was defecting to a rival pack.I held his gaze, calm on the outside, rattled as hell inside. “I’m leavi

EvelynThe silence that followed my outburst was damn near deafening. Everyone was staring at me like I’d grown horns.Tyler looked stunned. Christian… amused. Leo gave a subtle nod, almost approving. Alicia and Raya? They both looked like they’d just witnessed a bloodbath and weren’t sure whether to cheer or flee.But I wasn’t finished.I marched right up to Tyler, stopped just short of his chest, and jabbed a finger at him. “You know what your problem is, Tyler?” I snapped. “You’re a hot-headed, impulsive Alpha Dumbass. Yeah. That’s what I’m calling you now. Alpha Dumbass. It fits.”Tyler’s brow twitched. “Excuse me?”“You heard me,” I shot back. “You charge into everything like a goddamn wrecking ball without thinking. Always ready to throw punches, always assuming you’re right just because you’re the loudest in the room.”“I was defending you—”“No,” I interrupted, voice sharp. “You were defending your ego. There’s a difference.”He scowled, his fists clenching at his sides. But I

EvelynI wasn’t reading.I could pretend all I wanted, hold the book open, nod thoughtfully at the blank words, even turn a page now and then, but nothing was going in. My eyes weren’t on the ink, they were on the man sitting just inches away, one hand relaxed over the steering wheel, the other casually tapping his knuckles against the side of his thigh.Christian.God help me, it was getting harder not to stare.He wasn’t even doing anything particularly captivating, just driving. Focused. Calm. Jaw tight, hair tousled from the wind every time we stopped somewhere and he left the window down longer than necessary. He didn’t look over, didn’t speak for a while, but somehow I felt him noticing me just as much as I was noticing him.I tried again, eyes flicking back to the same paragraph I’d been pretending to read for, what? Four? Five minutes?I was halfway through mouthing a sentence to myself when Christian’s voice cut through the quiet.“Okay, seriously,” he said, glancing over wit