All Chapters of Alpha Liam: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Alaria:The corridor to the dining hall felt longer than it had the night before.Every step echoed too loudly, every flicker of light from the chandeliers seemed to follow me like an accusation.Bianca walked just ahead of me, her back straight, her voice soft and urgent.“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t do something foolish tonight. I am begging you, for your own sake, for your daughter, do not provoke him.”I said nothing. The gown she’d chosen for me, a soft blue, modest but unfamiliar, felt like a chain around my ribs.She stopped before the door, her hand brushing my arm. “Alaria, listen to me.” Her tone was trembling now. “He’s unpredictable when he feels cornered. Don’t provoke him. Just eat, agree, let the night end quietly. It is going to be a lot easier that way. For everyone, and not just you.”I met her eyes. “Quiet doesn’t save anyone.”“Neither does dying,” she hissed, the words a desperate plea. “I know that you don’t want to do this, and I know that you could not care

Claire:The wind had teeth that night.It bit through the trees, carrying the scent of rain and distant wolves. By the time I reached the ridge overlooking the old border, Liam was already there, his posture a weapon even when he wasn’t speaking.He didn’t turn when I approached. The air around him was taut, charged with the kind of fury that didn’t need words to be understood.“I heard you’ve been burning half the border,” I said quietly. “Impressive. Though not very efficient. It is not going to get you anywhere. And judging by the fact that I, of all people, know you more than anyone else… I am surprised to see that you were foolish enough to believe that it would.”He didn’t look at me. “You shouldn’t be here.”“Neither should you,” I replied, stepping closer. “And yet, here were are.”The silence stretched until I felt it in my bones. When he finally turned, the look in his eyes made the night itself hold its breath.“You said you had something to tell me,” he said flatly. “It is

Alaria:The mornings had begun to blend together, gray light, careful silence, and the quiet pacing of footsteps outside my door that reminded me I was never truly alone.It’s been weeks, maybe months since we’ve been here. At this point, I genuinely lost count of how long it has been.My body felt heavier these days, my strength flickering between sharp bursts and exhaustion. The doctor’s tonics helped little; the only thing that steadied me was Anastasia’s small voice when she spoke to me, unaware of how much I needed her calm to keep from breaking.That morning, Bianca came in without her usual sharpness. She carried a tray, but she wasn’t watching me, her eyes were fixed somewhere past me, as if she were listening to something only she could hear.“You need to eat,” she said, setting the tray down. “Your body is growing weaker by the second.”“I’m not hungry,” I murmured, staring out the window. The snow was just beginning to gather outside, soft, silent, deadly in its beauty.Bia

Alaria:The storm bit harder the farther we ran.Snow clung to my lashes, my breath coming out in ragged bursts, every inhale cutting like glass. The cold had teeth, and it sank deep, past skin and bone, straight into the place that still dared to hope.Anastasia’s small hand was wrapped tight in mine, her mitten slipping every few steps. But mittens slipping was better than her being locked in a luxurious cage. No matter how he tried to make it seem.Marin followed close behind, her steps careful but quick, her face pale beneath the falling snow.“We’re close,” she said between breaths. “The forest line, it’s just ahead. Once we reach it, there’s an old road. It’ll lead us toward the river. They won’t track easily past that. It would help cover our scent. The snow is getting stronger now, it is going to be a lot harder for them to find us through tracks, and the wind could lead them off.”I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I believed it. My body was failing me faster than I wanted to ad

For hours, I couldn’t stop watching her.Even after she fell asleep, curled beneath the thick blanket with Anastasia pressed against her side, I sat there, just breathing, just seeing her. Every rise and fall of her chest felt like proof that the world hadn’t taken everything from me yet.I’d forgotten what peace looked like.Now it was right there, wrapped in my coat and whispering my name even in her dreams.The others had gone quiet. Kai and the men were keeping guard outside, their silhouettes faint through the cabin window. The storm had eased into a tired drizzle, the world muted under a blanket of white.For the first time in days, I could hear my own heartbeat.I could breathe without it feeling heavy, without my heart feeling like it was bleeding with each breath that I took. For the first time, my wolf had finally settled.When Alaria stirred, her eyes fluttered open slowly, confusion flickering before recognition set in. Her lips parted, and for a second, she looked like sh