All Chapters of Alpha Noah: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Daniel fell off his chair laughing so hard he nearly lost his breath.“Mom!” Emma nearly tipped her own chair backward, eyes wide. “Are you seriously right now?!”“Deadly serious,” her mom said with a grin, pushing the colorful condom arsenal across the table like it was a peace offering. “Take them.”Emma blinked, face heating up so fast she was sure her hair might catch fire. “I’m not— I don’t—”“Emma,” Mom said patiently, voice all calm and teacher-like, “taking them doesn’t mean you have to use them right now. It means you’re prepared if the situation arises.”Was she dreaming? Was this what a stroke felt like?“This conversation is over,” Emma declared, jumping to her feet and knocking her empty cereal bowl onto the floor. Milk sloshed everywhere. “So over. Forever over.”She snatched the condoms and shoved them into her pocket.Daniel was still wheezing, clutching his sides. “Your face—oh man, your face!”“You,” Emma pointed, “are officially dead to me. I will end you.”Her mom

Sarah’s lip curled. “She’s a mistake. He’ll come to his senses, and when he does, I’ll be right there. Waiting. I was made for him. Born to be Luna. She’s just the warm up act.”Tammy tilted her head, mock sympathy painting her face. “You really believe that, don’t you? That he’d come crawling back after everything?”“I don’t need him to crawl,” Sarah whispered. “he’s going to remember. And he’s going to wake up. And when he does, Emma will be gone. Or buried.”Tammy moved fast for Sarah and slammed her hand against the wall beside Sarah’s head. Not touching her. Not yet. But close enough that Sarah flinched.“You threaten her again,” Tammy said, voice so low it trembled with restraint, “I’ll ruin you. I will tear you down so hard, not even your daddy’s money will be enough to put you back together.”Sarah didn’t flinch this time. She held her ground, her chin lifted high, eyes full of fire. “Bring it on, bitch. But don’t cry when Noah realizes he’s made the biggest mistake of his lif

The moon hung high above the clearing, a pale, watchful eye spilling light between the trees. Shadows danced across the forest floor, flickering with the flames of the bonfire at the center of the gathering. Over fifty wolves stood encircling it—warriors, scouts, hunters, shoulder to shoulder in tense formation. Their eyes shimmered in the firelight, each one fixed on the figure at the center.Noah.His chest rose and fell in slow, controlled rhythm, each breath feeding the fire simmering inside him. Beneath his skin, his wolf—Zeus—raged, clawing at his insides, its fury a feral drumbeat behind his ribs. Zeus wanted out. Wanted blood. Wanted Sullivan’s throat between its jaws and to shake it until bone and tendon surrendered to death.But Noah gritted his teeth and clenched his fists at his sides. Not yet. There had to be order before chaos. The pack needed to feel what he felt. They needed to burn like he did.His eyes swept across them, his people.Some wore hardened leather and ste

“Tammy, are you okay?” Emma asked for the tenth time that evening, her voice laced with concern.She studied her friend’s face closely, noting the way Tammy’s usually bright eyes had dulled, the corners of her mouth pulled tight in an uncharacteristic frown. Tammy’s shoulders were hunched, as if carrying an invisible weight, and her fingers fidgeted restlessly with the hem of her sweater.This wasn’t the carefree, bubbly Tammy Emma knew, the one who laughed too loudly and danced like no one was watching. “I am fine,” Tammy said coldly, her tone sharp enough to make Emma flinch.She didn’t even glance up, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the floor. “Stop worrying about me.” Emma raised her hands in mock surrender, her eyebrows lifting in surprise. “Okay,” she said slowly, drawing out the word.She hesitated before sitting beside Tammy on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. The silence between them stretched, thick and uncomfortable. Finally, Emma sighed and nudged Tammy’s

“Mom, I need to tell you something.” Emma’s mom stopped kneading the batter, flour dusting her fingers as she propped herself against the kitchen counter, balancing on one foot.The afternoon light streaming through the window caught the streaks of silver in her dark hair, and for the first time, Emma noticed how much older her mother looked, how the lines around her eyes had deepened, how her shoulders carried a weight that hadn’t been there before.And this is all because of me, Emma thought guiltily. “So?” Her mother arched a brow, her expression a mix of curiosity. Emma swallowed hard. Okay. Here goes nothing. “So, I’m going to say some really weird stuff. Please don’t interrupt me. Just let me get it all out, okay? And I swear I’m not insane.” Her mom’s lips quirked into a tiny smile, and she gave a single nod, crossing her arms. “There were so many times I wanted to tell you…” “Are you pregnant?” “NOOO! Mom, I am not pregnant! What the…..I just begged you not to