Semua Bab In Love With The Scared Alpha : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Kael’s povThe unwavering devotion in his eyes for Lyra was stronger than anything I had ever seen. However, Alpha King Rockan loved his territory and people more than his desires—it was what made him a great leader. So, I wasn't surprised when he told me to dig deeper and obtain recordings, his voice heavy with resignation. He was desperate, grasping at straws to prove the Luna's parents' innocence. But the council wouldn't accept a traitor queen or one born from traitorous bloodlines.All of this was the least of my problems, though. The rogue trailing me through the forest caught my attention. One glance at the cloaked figure told me he was no ordinary wolf—his movements were too fluid, too practiced. This was a trained killer. He belonged to no pack and served only whoever paid him. The question was: Who had ordered him to follow me?I quickened my pace, calculating escape routes. My intel hinted at a surviving descendant of the rogue who had led the attack on Silvermoon sixteen y

Rockan’s PovLyra had taken to training to keep her mind off the mounting evidence against her dead parents. However, I knew the main reason behind that decision was that she wanted to avoid me. Tyris had become her go-to person, and I have been almost relegated to the background. She has all her meals with him and their regular walks in the garden have resumed. Words cannot describe the amount of jealousy that coursed through my veins at the sight of them, chatting and laughing without any care in the world. The phone buzzed against my desk, jarring me from the stack of council documents I'd been pretending to read. Lyra's face haunted every word on these pages in the form of reports about her parents, testimonies from her former pack members, and evidence that painted an increasingly damning picture of the people she loved most.Kael's name flashed on the screen. I snatched it up, expecting his usual calm report and more damning evidence against my dead in-laws.Instead, I heard la

Rockan’s povThe silence in the car pressed against us like a living thing, heavy and suffocating. Thorne's text burned in my mind—coordinates to one of the safe houses nestled in the no-man's land between Blackcrest and Silvermoon, where shadows had teeth and secrets bred like parasites.Tyris shifted beside me in the backseat, his restless energy crackling through the confined space. I didn't need to look at him to know he was unravelling; the scent of his anxiety was sharp as copper in my nostrils, mixing with the leather seats and the driver's cheap cologne."You're vibrating like a tuning fork," I muttered, finally turning to catch his profile in the passing streetlights. His jaw was clenched so tight I wondered if his teeth might crack. "What's eating you up?""Nothing." The word came out strangled, wrapped in a smile that wouldn't have fooled a blind man. His heart hammered against his chest like a caged bird, and I found myself wondering if t was because of Kael’s injuries or

Tyris’ PovMy feet seemed to be tied with lead as I retired to my room. Each step felt like walking through the quicksand of my conspiracies and lies. The weight of Rockan’s orders pressed heavily against my chest, echoing my growing desperation for the truth to remain buried. Find Isla. Investigate the Alpha of Blackcrest. His voice repeatedly rang in my head. I allowed the mahogany door to click shut behind me as I sealed myself into the private sanctuary that now felt like a tomb. My hands trembled from the suffocating reality that my carefully constructed world might crumble faster before I had the chance to rebuild it. Kael had survived the poisonous attack, and now, Rockan is determined to find the wolf who dared harm his most trusted hunter—the very wolf who happened to carry out my orders. If Marcus is fished out during this new round of investigations, I will be doomed and my connection to the incident sixteen years ago exposed like a raw nerve.With a frustrated sigh that

Tyris’ POVI watched with mounting anxiety as Rockan addressed his spies and hunters, his voice carrying every ounce of his authoritative, dominant personality. Though we all stood outside on the training grounds under the open sky, the atmosphere felt suffocating, thick with tension and barely contained violence. The black mask he always donned did little to hide his unrelenting hard gaze. The weight of his scrutiny made my skin crawl, knowing that one wrong move could expose everything.Kael had managed to survive for forty-eight crucial hours—more than enough time to provide detailed descriptions of Marcus' features to the sketch artist. Now, copies of Marcus' distinctive hair, peculiar eyes, and that damned mask of failed disguise were being distributed among my brother's ranks like the wanted posters the humans used to hunt down criminals. The spies situated in other packs received their copies as well, and I knew with sinking certainty that Marcus wouldn't stand a chance against