Lahat ng Kabanata ng Runaway With The Alpha's Triplets : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

RyanThe first thing that hit me when I got to Silvermoon was the smell.Burnt wood and blood. Smoke that still clung to the air no matter how far I walked. The rogues had hit this place harder than I thought was even possible.Walking through what used to be their outer settlement felt like walking through a graveyard. Most of the houses were nothing but ashes now. I saw a few pack members trying to rebuild with whatever scraps they could find, some carrying wood, others patching broken fences. They looked exhausted and beaten, like they hadn’t slept in days.Yeah, this place had been through hell.And honestly, I wasn’t even surprised. Not really. Malcolm’s ego had always been a damn problem. The man had a habit of throwing people out whenever they disagreed with him, banishing wolves left and right for the smallest things. So of course, Silvermoon had the highest number of rogues out there. Half of these attacks were probably revenge from the same wolves he had cast aside.Still

RyanIt had been two full days since that hell-ish council meeting, and I was still thinking about it. The arguments, the looks...the way those old bastards defended their outdated ways like it was something sacred. Like it was something to hold close to the heart like some bloody sentimental property.Now, it was the third morning after, around 7:00 a.m., when we finally hit the road, our destination: Monsoon territory. The sun was just climbing over the trees when the convoy pulled out from Silvermoon’s gate, two black SUVs in front and one behind, moving in quiet formation. I sat in the backseat of the middle car, the one Malcolm insisted we 'share', staring out the window as the endless stretch of the green valleys blurred past.The ride had been quiet for the first few hours. The forest outside was dense, wild and untamed. Sometimes, I caught a glimpse of deer running through the underbrush or shadows shifting where they shouldn’t. Wolves from both packs, Silvermoon and Scarlet

RyanI figured Malcolm’s ego must be known all over the damn world. The guy couldn’t walk into a room without letting everyone know he was the Alpha of Silvermoon. It didn’t surprise me one bit that Tobias already knew who he was.Silvermoon’s reputation spoke for itself, tgat I knew. Good houses, well-trained warriors, strong resources. On paper, they looked like a perfect pack. But I knew better. Behind all that glory, Silvermoon was crumbling from the inside out. The rogues, the outdated rules, the broken morale, it was only a matter of time before things got worse.I turned on the faucet and splashed water on my face. The cool touch didn’t help much, but it cleared my head a little. Lifting my gaze to the mirror, I stared back at my reflection. I looked reallt tired. My eyes were red at the edges, my hair was damp from the quick shower I’d just taken.They gave me my old quarters here, which honestly totally made sense. Tobias wasn’t the type to make special arrangements for gues

RyanOh God. I actually just thought about it didn't I...hated that I even thought about it. That I thought about wanting Mikaela to stay. But I did. Hell, I couldn’t even lie to myself about it.The thought had just slipped in quietly at first, thanks to Jenna, I tried to ignore it, but now it was sitting in my head. I do wanted her close. I wanted my kids close. But I wasn’t some Alpha who would chain her up or force her to stay. No, that wasn’t me. If she stayed, it had to be her choice. But I already know what her choice would be. She's not happy there in Scarlet Pack. I know that. I coupd see it in her eyes that she wanted to be anywhere but there But still… I still have to find a way. Something that would make her want to stay.For now, though, that would have to wait. There were pressing matters you deal with here at Monsoon Pack.I went back to my quarters that morning and shut the door behind me. The silence in the room was too much and uncomfortable. I sat on the edge o

RyanAfter I stormed out of my quarters, slamming the door behind me so hard it rattled the hinges, I didn’t even care who heard. I started heading straight down the hallway with my head spinning and my blood hot and boiling from what just happened.Each step I took down made my shoes echo louder and angrier. The south wing where Malcolm was wasn’t far, but it felt like a mile away with how hard my chest was pounding. I was all ready to rip that smug bastard apart.My mind kept replaying the scene. The girl’s shaking hands, the way she looked terrified and ashamed all at once. She didn’t want to be there because he was sent.And all I could think was, how many times has he done this?How many girls had been told the same thing that they existed to “please,” that their Alpha’s approval depended on how well they could serve someone else?It made me sick. He called it loyalty. I called it slavery.By the time I turned the corner toward the south wing, I was already rehearsing how this wa