Semua Bab FORCED TO HAVE THE ALPHA’S BABY: Bab 81 - Bab 90

CelineThe escape unfolds, though not the way I pictured it in my head a hundred times. My body moves almost on its own, like it’s been waiting for this exact moment, trained without training. I lower my eyes, slow my steps, and when the guards approach, I let my shoulders curve in. I let them think I’m giving in, that I’ve stopped fighting. Submission has always been the one thing they wanted to see, and tonight I give it to them like an offering. My voice comes out small when I ask for water, and they bite at it, distracted enough not to notice what’s really happening in the corners of the room.Marla, Nissa, and Lena don’t need more than that. The second guard leans forward, they move. It’s fast, brutal. A crack of bone, the sound of something heavy slamming into flesh. I flinch, but I don’t stop. My face stays bent in a mask of weakness until I hear the first body fall. Then the fire in my chest bursts open, and I move too.Chaos doesn’t need much to start here. One shout, one cry

AlaricI sit in the great hall with the breeders lined up before me. The air is heavy, carrying the stench of fear, sweat, and something sharper, something that reminds me of betrayal. They bow their heads, trembling, but it doesn’t soften the burn inside me. My jaw aches from how hard I’ve been clenching it, and still it isn’t enough to quiet the storm boiling in my chest.“Speak,” I order, my voice cutting through the silence.The first breeder, a thin woman with wide eyes, stammers as she lifts her gaze. “Alpha, we didn’t know. She—she said nothing to us.”Lies. All of it. My fingers drum against the arm of the chair, slow, deliberate. “You expect me to believe that? She became suddenly close to all of you. Sat beside you. None of you saw her planning an escape?”The woman trembles. “No, Alpha. I swear it. If we had known, we would have told you.”I lean forward, the chair groaning under my weight. “If you had known… or if you had dared to admit it.”A murmur ripples through the li

CelineWe settled in the rogue territory but everyone who had become family there still needed proof that I and my people won't bring them trouble even though the group that came to us earlier asked me the same thing already.I never thought I would stand in front of others and have them listen to me, not because they had no choice but because they wanted to. My whole life has been about surviving, about keeping quiet, about not drawing attention that could get me punished. But now I find myself standing in the middle of a clearing surrounded by faces, some curious, some doubtful, some hardened by the kind of loss only wolves like us can understand.Milo clings to my leg, his small hand gripping the fabric of my pants, his wide eyes moving nervously from one stranger to another. I rest my palm on his head, smoothing his hair down, partly to calm him and partly to ground myself. He doesn’t understand the weight of this moment, and I’m grateful for that. Childhood should be spared from

AlaricI sit in the war room long after everyone else has left, the smell of blood and smoke clinging to me like a second skin. The torches along the walls burn low, shadows stretching across the stone floor, and I can hear the faint drip of water leaking somewhere in the ceiling. It’s quiet, but the kind of quiet that gnaws at me.Reports are scattered across the table. Maps, torn letters, scraps carried back by scouts. Every piece of information points to the same thing, the same name written like a curse across my mind—Celine.Celine, who slipped through my fingers.Celine, who I marked, who I bound.Celine, who should have broken under my hand but somehow grows stronger the farther she gets from me.I grind my teeth, forcing myself to read the lines again. “She has gathered rogues from three separate territories.” “She has defeated a raiding pack.” “She is calling herself heir to the Alpha bloodline that was destroyed decades ago.”It’s all wrong. None of this makes sense. Inside

AlaricThe room is dark when I jolt awake, my heart hammering so hard it shakes my chest. My hands clutch at the sheets, damp with sweat, twisted around my legs like I’ve been fighting in my sleep. For a second I can’t breathe, can’t place myself, until the faint orange glow of dying embers pulls me back into the chamber. The air is thick, warm, too heavy to swallow. My lungs drag against it anyway.Her face is still there. Sharp, too sharp, like it was carved into the back of my eyelids. Celine. She doesn’t fade with the firelight or the silence. Her eyes follow me, accusing and daring all at once. My fists curl, nails biting into my palms. I don’t know if I want her throat or her mouth. Both burn in me the same way. The bond does this. It twists me inside out until I don’t recognize what I want anymore.I drag myself upright, feet hitting the cold floorboards. The sound cracks against the silence. I rub my face hard, both hands pressing into my skin like I could scrape her out of me