Lahat ng Kabanata ng ALPHA NIGHT'S SHADOW: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

CONRAD'S POV“She is back!”Phil, one of the young wolves who had only recently joined the enforcers, barged into my office, brimming with so much excitement he nearly tripped over himself. He caught himself just in time, bowing quickly in greeting before repeating himself.“Beta Conrad, she's back!”I didn't need further information to know who the she he just spoke about was.“Where?” I breathed out a sigh of relief, stacking up the files I had been working on to one side.“She’s at the Wild-Fang bar, with some of the enforcers,”I frowned.Why hadn’t she gone straight to the Alpha?Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration, I cursed under my breath. It had already been hell for the past two days since she left for her last mission.Everyone had been walking on eggshells around him, careful even with their breathing, terrified of the moment the volcano might erupt.And now that she was back… she decided to drink with the men before reporting to him?Really?I knew Night would ha

DAYA'S POVI watched the wolf on the bed beneath him, her moans exaggerated and too loud to be real. She was watching me too, with a smug satisfaction curling on her lips as if this was a game and she was winning.If she was trying to get a reaction from me then she had chosen the wrong person. Because why bother? Tomorrow, it would be just another blackhead, anda different one the day after that. He always favoured the blackheads, especially the ones with nasty behaviour and a sharp tongue. Then he will have me sit there, watching him take them like trophies, his eyes penetrating mine as he released his seed all over them. And I was never allowed to break the connection of our gaze, especially when he was about to come, I learnt that lesson in the hard way.Night never had me miss any of his nasty acts, not even when I returned from his endless errands, bone-tired and craving rest, I still had to watch him. Because it was always about him, my whole life was wrapped around his c

DAYA’S POVIt was a beautiful day. I watched the enforcers train beneath the scorching sun while reclining under a tree, my back pressed against its rough bark.Four days had passed since my return from the last mission — four long, empty days of doing nothing. Surprisingly, Night hadn’t summoned me to his room since that night.I couldn’t tell if that was a blessing or a curse. I hadn’t even seen him.The healer assured me his potion had been delivered the same day I arrived, yet the unease twisting in my gut refused to fade. Something wasn’t right. I could feel it.The potion had always been crafted using small drops of my blood since childhood—ever since Alpha Jacob, Night’s grandfather, had adopted me from Blackclaw Orphanage.Before his death, he finally confessed the truth about the strange mark staining the nape of my neck — two crimson drops. I descended from a long bloodline of powerful healers, he said.That was why Night had been drawn to me from the very first day we met.