Lahat ng Kabanata ng Back Into The Alpha’s Arms: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

TRISTANIt’s fucking ridiculous how clearly I remember it—every moan, every gasp, every goddamn twitch of her hips against mine.The way Eleanor had looked up at me last night, lips swollen, hair a mess of curls splayed across my pillow. That soft little whimper she made when I pushed deeper into her, slow and deliberate, like I was trying to memorize the shape of her from the inside out.And maybe I was.I rub a hand down my face and groan, still half-hard just thinking about it.Because now, even in the bright morning light, with the hum of the pack stirring outside, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. My fingers ran along my jaw as I leaned against the doorframe, watching her move around the garden like nothing in her world had changed. But mine had. Fuck, mine had.She'd let her guard down. Really down. And I was selfish enough to want more.She bent over to adjust a flowerpot, her shirt riding up just a little, just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the curve of her lower back

CEDRIC "Who else did she speak to before she left?" My voice cracked like a whip through the great hall. Even the shadows recoiled. The servant girl wrung her apron like it could save her. “I... I think just Lady Lysa. And maybe Master Enoch.” “Think?” I snapped. “Or know?” She blinked rapidly, trembling. “Yes! I mean—definitely, Beta. Yes.” The throne creaked beneath me as I leaned forward. My fingers twitched against the carved wood, aching to grip something—anything. Lysa and Enoch. Again. I turned to the guard at my side. “Bring them. Now.” The girl fled. Good. She should be afraid. They all should. It’s been over a year since I sent Eleanor away. Since Aurora—my fated mate—walked in and cracked my world open. I made a choice. The “right” one. Didn’t I? Then why hasn’t a day gone by without the bond humming in my bones like a phantom? Faded. Distorted. But still there. She should’ve begged to stay. She should’ve fought for me. For us. But she didn’t. Instead, she vani

TRISTAN


"You gonna chew that bread into dust or eat it like a grown-ass man?"


Maurice’s voice snapped me out of my fog. He sat across from me at the long wooden table, half his meat gone, eyes sharp with that familiar, unbothered stare. Around us, the mess hall buzzed with warriors swapping stories, cutlery clinking, and the smell of roasted meat thick in the air.


I shoved the bread in my mouth and mumbled, "I’m eating."


"No," he said, gesturing at me with his spoon. "You’re brooding. There’s a difference."


I glared at him. "And you chew like a goat."


"Better than pining like one."


I snorted. The man had no filter. But somehow, I didn’t mind it today.


He leaned in, dropping his voice. "She’s not cold. She’s just... in her own head. You’re crowding her without even trying."


I rubbed the back of my neck. "I don’t mean to. I just... I want her. All of her. I don’t want to keep guessing where we stand."


Maurice tilted his head. "You love her?"


I looked up sharply. "Y

TRISTAN


"He wasn’t just angry," I said, my voice low. "He was unhinged. Did you see his eyes, Elle? That wasn’t just rage. That was fucking madness, outright insanity."


She leaned against my desk, arms crossed, but her body trembled just slightly—just enough for me to notice. "Yeah," she muttered. "I saw it."


"He would've killed you if I hadn’t been there. One wrong move—"


"But you were there," she interrupted gently. "And I beat him. That matters."


It did. But it didn’t undo the image of her bleeding, collapsed in the dirt, while Cedric hovered above her, whispering Gods-know-what. That image had replayed in my head too many damn times.


"I can handle him," she said, but her voice was tight.


"I know you can," I whispered. "But you shouldn't have to. Not like that."


She stepped forward, her fingers grazing mine. "I'm glad I got out of that marriage before he fully lost it. Seeing him like that? It just confirmed everything. He never saw me."


I reached out and pulled h

TRISTAN


I should’ve ripped his fucking throat out.


Every bone in my body had wanted to. That bastard—whoever he was—had Kate in his arms. My little girl. And I almost lost her. Because of a traitor we didn’t catch in time. Because of a crack in the wall I should’ve seen.


But what burned more than failure was the certainty of who was behind it. Cedric.


That self-righteous coward hadn’t changed. Too afraid to get his hands dirty, he sent others to do it for him. Shadows. Spies. Orders wrapped in protocol and poison. I’d smelled it on the traitor—that rotting scent of Cedric’s influence.


I wanted to shift. To storm Moonclaw and rip Cedric out by his pretty little throat. But he wasn’t mine to punish. Not yet. So I gritted my teeth, filed a formal report to Alpha Magnus, gave him names and evidence, and demanded justice.


Let them clean up their own mess.


My job was here.


Protecting Kate.


Protecting Eleanor.


She was curled into my side now, her breathing uneven, fingers