Semua Bab Falling For The Wrong Alpha : Bab 151 - Bab 155

The dining room buzzed with the clatter of plates and the low murmur of voices. The table was lined with food—fresh bread still steaming from the ovens, roasted meats glistening with fat, bowls of fruits stacked high, and pitchers of milk and spiced tea. light poured through the wide windows, spilling across the table and catching on the cutlery, yet no one seemed interested in the view outside. The real noise wasn’t from the food or the clinking of silver. It was from the unspoken questions in the air, the silent glances everyone kept sneaking toward Fenrik. He sat near the head of the table, posture relaxed, leaning back comfortably in his chair as if the weight of yesterday had slid off his shoulders overnight. He carved a piece of meat, chewed slowly, and let a hum escape his throat—deep and almost cheerful. His jaw worked steadily, his lips curling into the smallest grin with every bite. He didn’t rush. He didn’t glance at anyone else. He just ate like a man who had found pea

Matilda’s heels clicked softly against the hospital’s tiled floor as she stepped into the small ward. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and herbs, a mixture that clung to the walls and sank deep into the sterile silence. The morning light slipped through the half-drawn curtains, laying pale gold lines across the metal tables and glass jars that lined the room.Olinda stood near the examination table, her posture straight and focused, her hands gloved and steady as she cleaned the small wound on a rabbit’s paw. The little creature trembled, its white fur stained faintly pink where Vincent had drawn blood earlier. The sound of its breathing was uneven, frightened, like it could sense the tension building in the air.Olinda didn’t bother looking up. “What are you here for, Matilda?” she asked flatly, her tone calm but cold, the same tone she always used when she wanted distance.Matilda smiled, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “Can’t I visit my dear step-sister anymore? Even

Marcus clapped his hands slowly, his grin wide and mocking. “Welcome,” he said, his voice echoing off the warehouse walls. “I was really expecting him… and maybe two others, but not gonna lie—didn’t expect all of you.” His tone dripped with amusement, his eyes glowing faintly under the dim light that flickered from the old ceiling bulbs. Dust floated lazily through the air, catching in the glow like dying embers. Linda stepped forward first, her tone sharp and cold. “What do you want with him?” Her voice cut through the stillness, firm but slightly trembling beneath the surface. Before Marcus could answer, Lya muttered under her breath, “Oh, it’s the Alpha.” Her hand tightened around the knife tucked at her belt even though she knew it wouldn’t help much against him. Ryan’s voice broke through the tension, steady but edged with fury. “What do you want?” he demanded, each word carrying the weight of his growing anger. His whole body was tense, shoulders squared, fists clenched. His