Semua Bab Claimed by the Straight Alpha : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Nut’s POVThe first light of dawn sifted through the frost-laden branches outside the shelter, painting the walls in muted shades of silver and gold. The forest outside was still, heavy with the hush of winter, a silence that seemed to wrap itself around everything. But in the warmth of the shelter, where the furs I had laid for him were scattered across the floor, the quiet carried a different weight. It carried the weight of presence. Of a fragile, pulsing life that I had vowed to protect.Hong.The name alone sent my wolf thrumming beneath my skin, a low, vibrating hum that pressed against my chest. He lay curled up on the furs, limbs tucked beneath him, shoulders rising and falling with each shallow breath. He looked small, vulnerable, yet there was a stubborn strength there, an unyielding spark that refused to be snuffed out despite the scars that ran deep.I watched him for a long moment, tracing the line of his jaw, the gentle curve of his lips, the faint twitch of his fingers a

William’s POVThe office was silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the whisper of the city below, oblivious to the storm that raged inside me. I had watched him all day, watched Ester move with a grace that belied his strength, watched the subtle shifts in his expression—the way his eyes lingered, the faint tremor in his hands, the way his breath hitched at the smallest touch. And all day, the bond had throbbed, pulling at me, demanding, reminding me that he was mine. Mine. Not yet fully, perhaps, but irrevocably, inherently.I stood, letting the polished floors reflect the silver of the moonlight as I circled him slowly. My wolf coiled beneath my skin, a taut, restless creature, snarling with hunger and need. It had been patient long enough. I had restrained myself, played the cautious Alpha, let him inch closer in subtle ways. But now, no more hesitation. The pull had grown too strong, the hunger too unbearable. He was mine, and the Moon Goddess herself had decree

William's POVThe morning after the encounter with the rogue scouts, the packhouse was quiet—too quiet for my liking. I walked the halls, senses stretched, wolf coiling with alertness beneath my skin. The bond between Ester and me pulsed, a steady heartbeat that grounded me in the lingering tension. Nut moved silently beside me, his eyes sharp, scanning every corner. Hong lingered near the back, tense, shoulders tight, eyes darting to the windows, the doors, as if expecting an attack at any moment.It was his past, I realized, that made him this way. And if we were to survive the rogue pack’s eventual return, I needed to understand it.“Hong,” I said, voice low, commanding, “walk with me.”He flinched at my tone, wolf snarling just beneath the surface. “Yes, Alpha,” he replied, voice tight. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were haunted, distant.I matched his pace as we stepped outside onto the porch overlooking the pack territory. The wind was cool, carrying the scent of pine and e

William’s POVThe forest was silent now, but the silence felt heavy, pregnant with tension. Our victory over the rogue pack had left the air thick with the smell of blood and sweat, mingled with the earthy scent of pine and damp leaves. I could feel Ester’s pulse through the bond, rapid, taut, and coiled with adrenaline, his wolf still pressing urgently against mine. Nut and Hong were alert, though they moved with the precision of warriors, checking the perimeter, scanning the shadows.Ester leaned against me, one hand resting on my chest, his fingers pressing lightly over the thrum of my heartbeat. The touch was electric, grounding, a reminder that the storm was over—for now—but that our bond had deepened, had solidified in ways words could never capture.“You fought well,” I murmured, voice low, a rumble that vibrated through him and resonated with the wolf beneath my skin. “Better than you realize.”He swallowed hard, eyes bright in the silver moonlight, and I felt the bond hum wit

Ester’s POVThe forest had fallen silent again, but it wasn’t a comforting silence. The echoes of the previous night’s clash still lingered in my bones, in my wolf, in the lingering ache that spread through me every time I moved too quickly or thought too sharply about the battle. William’s presence was a constant, a tether, but I could feel the restlessness in his wolf, mirrored by my own. We had won, yes—but the victory was temporary, fleeting. Danger always lurked.I stepped carefully over a gnarled root, glancing at the ridge below. Nut and Hong were checking the perimeter, their movements silent and fluid, shadows among the trees. Even though they were my allies, part of the pack, I felt an instinctive tension tightening around my chest. My wolf flared, uneasy, restless, while William moved beside me like a living shield, his scent grounding me, claiming me, reminding me that I was his.“Ester,” William murmured, voice low, brushing against my shoulder as he adjusted his grip on