All Chapters of Bitten, Branded And Bare: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Enzo's POV The study was quiet except for the steady scratching of my pen across the maps spread open on the desk. Thick black ink marked circles and arrows over the territories surrounding the pack grounds. Weak points. Areas that had to be sealed off, tightened, reinforced before someone clever enough decided to slip through. My head was heavy with calculation as I leaned back, closing my eyes briefly and sending a sharp thought through the mindlink.*Ash, the northern barricade needs men doubling shifts. Kael, check the perimeter at the southern ridge, no more excuses. I don’t want a single damn fraction out of place when I’m done with this review.*Two sharp affirmatives echoed back in my head. The reassurance should have been enough, but paranoia had been digging at me since the last report. Something was off, and my gut didn’t let things slide.I reached for the map again, red pen uncapped in my hand, when the knock came.I didn’t

Bryan's POV I had barely settled into my chair when Henry stepped inside my office. His face carried that firm look he always wore whenever something serious was about to be discussed. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries, just dipped his head in respect and said,“Alpha, word has come from the borders. Delta Atlas is on his way here.”I straightened, brows knitting. “Atlas?”Henry nodded, his tone calm but clear. “Yes. He made no attempt to hide his arrival. He’s here to discuss the increase of ammunition supplies and… strengthening our defenses.”I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming lightly on the table. Atlas never came without reason. The man was Enzo’s shadow in many ways, his right-hand enforcer, his errand runner and his spy when needed. If he was coming here personally, it meant something serious.I took a deep breath. “Did he send a formal message?”“No, Alpha. Only word passed through the guards that

Irene's POV I had barely settled myself when Ash leaned forward, his voice clipped but courteous as he said, “Irene, if you don’t mind, I think it’s best you excuse us for now. This isn’t really a Luna’s matter.”I caught the faintest strain in his words, as though he was weighing each syllable carefully to avoid offense, but the implication was sharp enough. My presence wasn’t required. My thoughts, my instincts, none of it mattered in that room filled with Alpha pride and decision-making.I smiled politely, folding my hands in front of me as if I hadn’t been dismissed. But I had. Ash made sure of it, and Bryan didn’t correct him. My mate sat still, nodding in agreement, silently agreeing with Ash’s assessment. It stung, but I wouldn’t show that sting.I rose smoothly, fixing my expression into the kind of calm serenity that always disarms people. “Of course,” I said, as if I had wanted to leave anyway. “I’ll take a look around. Perhaps I can ge

Irene's pov I never thought the day would turn out this way. One moment, I had Lisa under my thumb, fetching me drinks as she should, and the next, Calla had stormed into the scene like some righteous storm and dragged her away right in front of everyone. My throat burned with disbelief. I just stood there, rooted in place, my hand still stretched out as if the glass of juice would magically appear in it. My face must have been a picture—eyes wide, lips parted, skin prickling with heat. Calla, of all people, had dared to defy me in that tone, in that sharp cutting voice that reminded me too much of a slap across the cheek.For a heartbeat, I was sure Enzo would appear and scold her. That’s how it should be, wasn’t it? The Alpha puts the maid in her place. But no one came. The only thing I was left with was the biting echo of her words in my ears.“The same way she’s the Alpha Luna, Lisa is also our Alpha’s mate—respected and not disrespected. If you need

Atlas's POVI sat on the edge of the bed, the lamp throwing shadows across the room while I tugged at the seam of the skin mask. It peeled away from my jaw in one smooth stretch, and I dragged it off my face with practiced patience. My reflection in the mirror across from me shifted from the plain disguise I’d worn all day into the real me.The resemblance was sharp, almost mocking—my face mirrored Enzo’s, Ash’s, Kael’s. Same bone structure, same predatory edge around the eyes, like we were carved from the same damn stone. I ran a hand down my cheek, tracing the sharper lines, and let the air hit my skin after hours of suffocating under the fake layer. The mask landed on the table with a dull slap.My shirt was half-buttoned, collar hanging loose, as I reached for the watch on the dresser. I liked everything neat, aligned. Tonight, it had to be. The cufflinks slid into place one after the other, the tie looped and tugged tight, shoes polished enough to ref