Semua Bab Traded to the Ruthless Alpha. : Bab 11 - Bab 20

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As the night approaches, I’m squatting close to the pack boundary, mud crusting my boots, the air biting with frost and with each breath I took, I could smell treachery. Gabriel’s voice echoes among the pines, deep and self-satisfied: “In two days, she’ll be yours.” I gaze through the foliage, heart racing, Kade’s present, his marked face illuminated by flames, alongside another Sun Pack individual, shrouded, their face obscured. Kade’s snarl interrupts: “Jason desires her blood, not her existence.” Instantly my breath became hard to swallow, a chilling grip in my chest, blood? Not dying, but something more dreadful, something ceremonial, linked to Father's spirit. The shrouded silhouette nods, quiet, their fingers gliding over a necklace, a crescent moon, resembling Father’s. My skin tingles, the journal feels heavier now. What are Jason's plans, and why does Gabriel seem so enthusiastic to bring me? I still think about Kade’s words while I'm in my room alone, honing my boot kni

My swollen hand is a painful mess as I struggle, nails scraping his wrist, spilling blood that shines darkly under the stars. "Jason's fed up with waiting," he snarls, his scarred visage a contorted mask.His power surges like a tide I cannot resist, my boots slip in the mire, thorns piercing my skin as I was hauled through the mud, yelling, desperate to stop him. The torchlight of the Moon Pack dwindles behind us, a faint brightness engulfed by the darkness, and fear consumes me. They're taking me now, a day ahead, tearing me away from my plans, my evidence, my struggle. Kade's hold constricts painfully, leaving marks, and his pale eye sparkles sadistically as he pulls me toward an unknown destiny. A hill rises amid the trees, and I catch sight of them, Gabriel, outlined against the dimming Moon Pack flames, his grin a victorious cut, and Evelyn next to him, motionless, her blonde hair shimmering in the light like a spirit’s shroud. My heart races, anger spilling out. "You convi

Kade’s growl shoves me from the shack, his hold, a clamp on my arm, chains rattling as he pulls me through the Sun Pack’s camp. My boots slip on cold lifeless stones just as many as the questions I want to ask, the truth to the lies I've been told, the things I've lost; father's pendant has fallen between cracks again, its absence a void in my heart, but I promise to get it back. Torchlight flashes over the rocky hills, the Sun Pack’s growling, wolf gates sinking into the fog, behind us as we arrive at Jason’s hall, its stone walls towering like a monument. My puffy hand aches, sore from the cuffs hold, my bruised cheek numb from the night's sting, yet the fear in my gut burns wild, one day earlier than Gabriel said, and I’m already given away. Jason reclines on a throne carved from bone, his gray eyes, dark and sharp, cutting the moon light as he raises a letter, its my Pack’s seal shining red in the firelight. I recognize the slanted scrawls like shadows on a wall, it's Gabri

His footsteps pounded like my heartbeat, keys twirled around his fingers sent sharp clinking waves to my ears. “....from the first day you stepped your foot here” he continued, his smile stretched from ear to ear, freezing me to the core like a frozen lake as he opened the cage. His teeth shining in the starlight, the molded wolf statuette in my hand, a heavy burden. His hold, made of steel shoves me through the Sun Pack's camp for the third time, on the third day. My heavy boots landed with a shaky gait. I staggered on the frost heaved ground, chains rattling like a funeral dirge. The glade unveils, a circle of torches spattering blazes, and Jason stands at its center, his slate-gray eyes cut across the gloom of the forest. His right hand raises “someone’s prying,” he breaks the silence, his tone carrying a quiet growl, as his fingers pointed to the hill where that same man stands, motionless and alone, a dark shade against the early morning’s light. My heart races, ho