All Chapters of Entangled with my Alpha bully : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

THE WHITE WOLFKai’s paws tore through the undergrowth, claws ripping at dirt and roots, the white wolf’s scent burning in his chest like fire. He pushed harder, faster, the night air cold against his fur, his lungs aching from the chase. And then it stopped.The trail just… ended.He skidded to a halt, his massive body shaking with the sudden loss. The forest was silent except for the sound of his own snarling breaths. He lowered his muzzle, desperate, pawing at the ground, circling the area, inhaling every shred of air until his chest hurt. Nothing. The scent that had been so sharp and alive was gone, cut clean, like it had never existed.'Damn it. Why did you shift?' Ros roared inside him, slamming against his ribs. Kai had shifted hoping she'd do the same so he could communicate with her but he was wrong, she had sped off before he could blink, he had chased after her on foot for a while before thinking to shift, hence he lost her trail.'Find her. Keep going. Tear the forest ap

I'LL BURN IT ALL DOWNWhen Aria woke up, it was already passed noon yet she still felt tired.She was greeted with heaviness in her body, every muscle felt like it had been torn and stitched back together in the dark. Her bones still throbbed, her skin prickled with heat, the memories of last night returning in flashes she wished she could push away. "Was it a dream?" She mumbled to herself not seeing any wounds.The screaming re-echoed then the scene replayed. She was right, she had knelt hard on glass shards before her mother dragged her outside, then there was the pain of her body breaking apart and remaking itself, and then the white fur when she saw her reflection in the stream for only a second before bounding deeper into the trees.Her hands shook when she tried to sit up. Her nails looked normal, her body was hers again, but the weight inside her chest wasn’t. Her wolf was awake, restless, pressing at her ribs like it wanted to come out again.'Do we go again today?' She pur

FIRE MAN WITH NO TRUCKHer silence was answer enough.He grabbed her arm immediately, pulling her toward the car. “Come on. Let's get a closer view.”Lyra was already running after them, tossing what was left of her cone into the grass. They piled in, Ryan at the wheel, Aria in the backseat pale as death. He slammed his foot down, the car jolting forward hard.Lyra called the fire service and gave them the exact location. The road blurred by but the smoke only got thicker, the smell hitting them before they even reached the street. Ryan’s jaw locked tight, every of his muscle tense. Lyra sat forward in her seat, her hand gripping the dash. Aria was curled against the door, her knuckles white, her eyes locked on the column of smoke as if staring alone could put it out."She's saying something." Lyra pitied her as she murmured."Anyone at home when you left?" Ryan engaged her so they didn't lose her to shock.Aria’s heart slammed in her chest. "Fio—my mum." The tears fell.Though she

THE HOSPITAL WINGThe sharp scent of herbs and disinfectant clung to the air, thick enough to sting the back of Aria’s throat. She sat hunched at the edge of the narrow bed, both hands gripping the blanket pulled up over her mother’s still frame. Fiona’s face was pale, her breaths shallow but steady, her chest rising and falling with a rhythm that looked too fragile to hold. The healer had already done what he could, his words still ringing in Aria’s ears.“She inhaled too much smoke,” he had said in a steady tone, his old hands busy grinding another mixture into a bowl. “Her body is fighting, but it may take time before she wakes. You must prepare yourself for the possibility she doesn’t soon.”Aria hadn’t answered. She had only sat back down and pressed her lips against her mother’s hand, cold and limp in hers. She wasn’t leaving. Not while there was still warmth in her skin.The sound of the door creaking open made her head snap up. It wasn’t the healer this time. It was Kai. He li

SOMEONE STARTED THE FIREKai hadn’t slept since the fire. The pack house had grown quiet, the corridors dim except for the lanterns that burned low at every turn, but his body wouldn’t still. He left his room and walked the grounds, his boots crunching softly on the gravel. Every corner felt too sharp, every sound in the distance too loud.Ros pressed hard against his skin, restless, pushing him to move, to hunt, to tear through something unseen. The memory of the vanishing trail gnawed at him. But it wasn’t just that. His mind kept circling back to Aria—her face twisted in panic, her nails digging into Ryan’s arm as she screamed for her mother. The sight unsettled him in a way he didn’t understand, and the weight of it stayed even now.He stopped near the outer wall, staring out into the stretch of trees. The night air was cool, laced with the faint scent of ash that clung stubbornly from the fire. He dragged a hand over his jaw, muttering under his breath, “Why her?”Inside, Aria sa