Semua Bab FORCED TO HAVE THE ALPHA’S BABY: Bab 61 - Bab 70

AlaricThey dragged a captured rogue through the main hall with his wrists in iron and his mouth already bloody. The pack house smelled like wet leather and old smoke. I walked ahead of them, then turned so the crowd would see my eyes before they saw him.He lifted his head and grinned through split lips. “Alpha,” he said, spitting pink. “You finally bled.”I nodded to the guard to keep him moving. Chains scraped stone. Boots scuffed. Every sound felt too loud.We reached the center of the floor where the pillars crowded the light. The men formed a half circle. The women stood in doorways and watched. I felt the bond tug, a thin thread in my ribs, and I knew where she was before I looked.Celine stood behind two guards, shawl tight around her shoulders, face steady. She didn’t move. Her eyes did. They slid to the rogue and stayed there like a blade waiting to be used.The rogue blinked and laughed, low and ugly. “Well, hell,” he said. “Look at that.”I stepped closer to him. “Keep you

AlaricA guard shoved into the hall, breath too loud, eyes darting like prey. I let my ally finish his sentence...his polite words drowned by the man’s voice...and stood.“Alpha,” the guard said. “The breeder came in from the woods. She’s bleeding.”I did not say anything...I stood and walked without ceremony, dread fell on me like cold water..."Alpha, we are done, where are you going?" The Alpha who I had been in a meeting with yelled as my feet hit the hard floor. The corridor smelled of rain on stone and the sweat of men who had been standing too long in armor. I kept my shoulders square and my steps measured.At the door I asked, “Where is she?”“In your room,” another man answered. He spoke quickly, the way men do when they think they have a right to be useful.I pushed the door open. Light cut the room in a thin line. There she was. Celine sat at the edge of the bed. One sleeve was rolled; her hand was wrapped in a bloody rag. She tied it with the stubbornness of someone who wou

CelineI aimlessly walked through the pack house, I had started to enjoy the air on Northridge Pack. I was near the pack hall when voices floated down the stone, low and careful. They were the kind of voices that thought they could hide from people who were not supposed to hear. I slowed at the sound of my name, not really my name but the word "Breeder". My heart did the small, traitorous hop of someone who was about to learn they were the subject of someone else’s plans.“The warriors on the battlefield that day testified that she had a towering form for an omega wolf, it was more of an Alpha size and her strength was beyond normal?” the advisor said. His tone was even, like a man folding a shirt.“She moves like them,” another voice said. “Not exactly, but one thing we greatly ignored was the colour I hear hair—the red hair. The one notable thing from that bloodline was their shiny red hair and that's exactly what she has.”My stomach turned cold. I kept my fingers in my skirts beca

AlaricHer question keeps echoing in my skull long after the words leave her mouth. Is our matebond real? The audacity of those old bastards to open their mouths, planting doubts in her head like weeds. I should have ripped their tongues out when I had the chance. Now I’m left staring at Celine, her eyes wide, waiting for me to answer the one thing that should never have been questioned.Rage boils in me, not just at them but at her—for even asking. Doesn’t she feel it? Doesn’t her body betray her every time I touch her? My wolf snarls inside me, demanding I claim her harder, deeper, until she never thinks of asking such a thing again. My fists clench at my sides, the urge to destroy anything between us nearly choking me.“You want the truth?” I say, voice low, rougher than I intend. I step closer, watching her spine stiffen. Her chest rises and falls faster, and I drink in the sight, every inch of her trembling. “Yes. It’s real. Whether you like it or not, you’re mine. For life. You’

CelineThe music carried through the hall, light and cheerful, but it felt like a layer of smoke choking me. Laughter rolled from every corner, glasses clinked, the smell of roasted meat and sweet wine heavy in the air. Wolves moved around dressed in their best, smiling too wide, trying too hard. Pack gatherings always had that forced joy about them, like no one wanted to admit how much they feared the man standing at the center of it all.Alaric.He stood near the oldest elder, his shoulders straight, his jaw tight, listening but not really listening. He didn’t need to. Everyone bent toward him like iron to a magnet, their eyes flicking to him before they spoke, their voices dropping lower as if volume alone might offend him. He wore authority like it was his second skin, black suit sharp against his frame, his hands casually resting at his sides, yet ready to command at the slightest slip.My eyes locked on him before I could stop myself. It was impossible not to. Even across the ro