Semua Bab Claimed by the Straight Alpha : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Nut's POVI never thought that peace and routine would feel so strange.For weeks, everything had been chaos — Zane, the hunters, the threat of losing my Alpha and Luna, the pressure to be everywhere and everything at once. Now, with the pack quiet again and no blood on the wind, the world almost felt too soft under my feet. Like I might sink into it and never climb out.But that’s the thing about being Beta.When the world goes quiet, that’s when you start hearing the noise inside yourself.The morning sun filtered through the kitchen window as I finished chopping vegetables for the warriors’ breakfast — something I never used to do myself, but since the attack, I found comfort in having my hands busy. Routine keeps fear from creeping in.Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.Hong walked in, yawning, rubbing his eyes, and flopped onto the nearest chair.“You’re up early,” he muttered.I raised an eyebrow. “Beta duties don’t stop because someone kept me up snoring.”He huffed. “Wasn

When William left, the room felt too quiet. Too still.But not lonely.Just… in transition.Like the universe had exhaled after holding its breath for too long.I stood near the window, hands clasped together, watching the trees sway with a gentleness that felt almost intentional—like the forest itself was trying to calm me.I sensed Ester before I heard him.A rush of warm, familiar presence.A pulse of energy threaded with silver.The faint echo of his wolf, brushing against my senses like a soft nudge.Then—“Mom?”I turned.My boy—my son—stood in the doorway.And for the first time since he was a child, I saw everything at once:The child who ran barefoot through the garden.The boy who cried when he scraped his knee.The teenager who hid his loneliness behind a shy smile.The man who now carried a white wolf inside him.The mate who belonged to an Alpha.All of them. All at once.My throat tightened. “Ester…”He rushed to me, arms wrapping around my shoulders, holding me with mor

Ester's POVThe world snapped back into darkness.Not the real world yet—not William’s bedroom, not the warmth of his hand around my waist. This was the space between dreaming and waking, the hollow place where echoes lived.And in that darkness, her final words replayed again and again.Your power is not your curse. It is your crown.I didn’t know whether to feel comforted or terrified.Because a crown meant responsibility.A crown meant danger.A crown meant war.And I…I had never wanted any of that.I just wanted to live.To understand myself.To protect my family.To stay by William’s side.Was that too much to ask?A faint breeze brushed my skin, carrying the scent of night jasmine and cold moonwater. I felt weightless, suspended, drifting back toward consciousness.The Moon Goddess’s voice returned one last time, quieter now, as if fading into the horizon.“Ester… do not run from who you are.”The darkness cracked open.And I fell.My eyes flew open with a gasp.I bolted uprigh

Ester's POVThat night, after tending to the injured wolf and ensuring the pack was on high alert, I lay in our shared quarters with William. His presence was a tether, steady and grounding, wolf coiling beneath my skin like a living pulse in harmony with his. Even in the quiet, I could feel the lingering tension, the echo of the Moon Goddess’s words reverberating through every fiber of my being.Sleep came slowly, tugged toward me by exhaustion, but the Goddess’s voice—soft, luminous, almost liquid in its cadence—called me back into the dreamscape. This time, I didn’t resist.The moon hung high, impossibly bright, spilling silver light across a vast expanse of rolling hills. Wolves moved through the shadows, silhouettes against the pale glow, and at the center of it all was her—radiant, infinite, the Moongoddess herself. Her presence pressed against my chest, filled the hollow of my lungs, and coiled through my spine like an electric current.“Ester,” she said, voice a melody that re

Third person POVThe morning after the meeting with Maverick’s rogue scouts dawned gray and heavy, a thick fog pressed low over the dead forest that Zane had chosen for his temporary camp. The air tasted metallic, as if the land itself sensed what Zane intended to unleash.He didn’t sleep.He rarely slept anymore.Instead, he stood on a ledge of broken stone overlooking the forest floor, where rogues moved like ants—organizing tents, sharpening weapons, testing their shifting. They were a motley assembly of wolves who had no pack, no alpha, no future. But under Zane’s command? They had purpose again—even if that purpose was dipped in blood.Maverick approached from behind, his steps soundless.“You didn’t rest,” he said without question.Zane didn’t turn. “There’s no rest until the White Wolf kneels.”Maverick exhaled slowly. “Zane… this path—it’s dangerous. Even for you.”“And that excites me,” Zane replied, a twisted smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes—the eyes of a wolf that had se