Semua Bab The Spy and the Alpha: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Silas’ POVThe first thing he noticed was the silence.Red Moon territory wasn’t supposed to be quiet.Silas tightened the strap of his pack and stepped past the boundary marker, the crescent brand on his inner wrist hidden beneath a leather cuff. He could still hear Marcus’ last words echoing in his head “If they catch you, they won’t kill you fast.” Comforting.The forest here felt colder, darker like it had eyes. And maybe it did. The Red Moon Pack wasn’t known for kindness. Their Alpha, even less so.Ethan Lupa.The man Silas had studied in secret for months. The man responsible for his father’s death. The man he was here to destroy.He should’ve felt fury. Instead, he felt... curious. A flicker of something dangerous.He shoved it down.They found him by the river, blood on his lip, pretending to limp. A wandering rogue. Just the right amount of pity.“Name?” one of them barked.“Silas.” A pause. “No last name. I don’t claim a pack.”A lie, polished and sharp.The two sentries ex

Silas’ POVThe training pit was a hollowed-out arena of red earth, surrounded by wooden scaffolds and the scent of sweat. Warriors circled like vultures, eyes gleaming, jaws tight. This wasn’t a place to learn. It was a place to survive.Silas stood at the edge, shirt damp with heat, neck stiff. The sun bore down like judgment.“New blood,” someone called from the circle. “Are you sure your bones don’t snap easily?”Laughter followed. He didn’t flinch.Ethan watched from above, arms folded across his chest, silent as stone. His eyes hadn’t left Silas oncenot since he stepped into the pit. And that alone made Silas more nervous than the ten wolves waiting to take him down.Beta Arden blew a whistle.“Three rounds. No claws. No shifting. You stay down, you're out.”The first opponent came at him fastbroad, grinning, overconfident. Silas let the blow graze his ribs before sweeping the guy’s legs and driving a fist into his gut. The crowd hollered.Round twofaster wolf, dirtier fighter. S

Ethan’s POVThe trees were too still.Ethan stood at the edge of the southern border, moonlight slicing through branches like blades. The scent on the air wasn’t wind or rain. It was blood. And it was his.Silas.He didn’t wait for backup.Didn’t call Arden.Didn’t think so.He shifted without permission, bones snapping, skin tearing, rage bursting like wildfire and bolted into the forest, every part of him honed on the one thing that made his chest ache when it was missing.He found Silas near the ravine.Crimson soaked the side of his shirt. His arm was slashed, shoulder bruised, eyes unfocused. One knee was down in the dirt, but he hadn’t fully fallen.Not yet.The three rogues surrounding him weren’t Red Moon wolves. Smelled like northern scum bounty hunters maybe. Paid off. Sent to test his borders.Sent to kill his mate.Ethan’s growl ripped through the trees before he landed.The first rogue didn’t even scream. His spine cracked beneath Ethan’s jaws.The second one ran. Ethan l

Marcus POVThe screen blinked once, then went dark.For a moment, Marcus didn’t move. The silence in his war room pulsed like a heartbeat, violent, suffocating. His fingers rested on the cracked console, blood dripping from his knuckles.“Run it again,” he growled.His Beta hesitated. “It’s the same footage, Alpha. Silas is… he’s not just infiltrating. He’s”“Don’t say it,” Marcus snapped.He paced once, sharp strides echoing across the cold stone floor. Outside, the Crescent Moon warriors were sharpening blades, drilling maneuvers. Preparing for war.And now his brother, his only family was tangled up in the one wolf they were sent to destroy.Marcus stopped in front of the window, gaze locked on the dark horizon.“We gave him a mission,” he said quietly. “Not a mate.”His voice cracked on the last word.Then it hardened again.“Open the line.”Silas’ POVThe room was empty when the comm device on the bedside table lit up.He stared at it like it might explode.It hadn’t buzzed sinc

Pain came first.Not sharp… dull. Familiar. The kind of pain that lives in your bones, not your skin.Then came the sound. Steel groaning. Cold chains.And the smellWolfsbane.He blinked into darkness. A low-hanging lamp flickered overhead. He was seated, bound, wrists raw beneath iron cuffs laced with suppressant.It wasn't the Crescent Moon. Too crude.Not the Red Moon either.Too quiet.A voice drifted through the shadows.“Didn’t think we’d get this lucky.”Two men stepped into the light. Their scent hit first …feral , half-shifted. Rogues.But someone else was with them.Someone not like them.A figure leaned against the far wall, hood up, face shadowed.But Silas knew the posture. Calm. Watching.Calculating.Then the figure spoke.“Don’t worry. You won’t die yet.”The voice sent a chill down Silas’s spine.Because he knew it.Not from Crescent.Not from enemies.From inside the Red Moon.Ethan’s POVHe didn’t sleep.He stood at the ridge line where the blood trail ended, wind