บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s Unwilling Heir-Bearer: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE ELOWYN I quickly changed into something more decent and ran out of the room and down the hall. The hall was empty. Everyone had gone down to the base of the mountain after the wolf’s call.The scavengers had been conquered. With Alpha Kieran, we were more than victorious.Even though our mating session had been interrupted, I was more than happy that the Alpha was now strong enough to fight.The low murmur of pack members at the mountain base made my steps quicken. There were people skittering around. There was joy and excitement in the air as everyone talked over themselves.I edged closer to the thick crowd and began to look for Betsy. I tried to call her name over the loud conversation.“Betsy!” I hollered as I looked wildly around. I wondered whether David had really fought at the scavengers’ unexpected attack. I found myself searching for the familiar curl of copper hair too.But I couldn’t find him, nor Betsy. And I couldn’t continue my search again because t

CHAPTER FORTY-THREEELOWYNWhen morning came, my first thought was of Betsy.I sat up slowly, the faint light of dawn slipping through the cracks in the wall. The room was quiet now. Samantha and Kara were still asleep, their soft snores filling the space. I stayed there for a while, listening to the sound, wishing I could fall back into the kind of sleep that didn’t hurt to wake from.But I couldn’t.Betsy was still missing. Her bunk bed still sad empty, just as it had been yesterday evening. I swung my legs off the bunk, rubbed my face, and got up. My muscles still ached from the day before, but I ignored the pain and pulled on my dress. I slipped out quietly so I wouldn’t wake the girls and hurried down the hallway. It was still dawn and the sun still hid behind the clouds. The other servants who moved about their duties wore heavy clothes to keep the morning cold at bay. I made my way towards the animal pen. If Betsy wasn’t in the quarters, she had to be there. She never misse

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVEELOWYNThe air at the mountain base buzzed with noise and dust. Groups were already forming under the morning sun. Warriors, youths, and omegas moving into their lines while Rhea shouted orders that cut through the chatter like a whip.I found myself at the far end of the clearing, surrounded by young wolves who were all waiting to be old enough to shift. I stood among them, small and unsure, the only one without a trace of wolf scent on me.They noticed it too.When Rhea told us to spread out, one of the girls, a freckled thing with sharp teeth and sharper eyes whispered something to her friend. Both of them giggled.“She doesn’t even have a wolf,” one said, not bothering to lower her voice. “What’s she doing here?”“Maybe she’ll throw dirt at the enemy,” the other replied, snickering.My face burned, but I said nothing. I had grown used to that kind of whisper, but it never stopped stinging.Rhea’s voice snapped me from my thoughts. “Feet apart, knees bent. Keep y

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVENELOWYNBetsy didn’t wait for me that morning. Her bed was already made, the blanket tucked tight. I had thought that we had grown close enough to go to the stable together... Maybe Betsy didn't think so. I stared at the empty space for a while before getting up. Samantha and Kara were not here too. I prepared in silence, enjoying the little moment of solitude. When I got to the Stables, I found Betsy rinsing the pails. “Betsy,” I called.She straightened slowly, brushing her palms against her skirt. No smile lit up her face. Instead, she had a dreaded look on her face. One that I'd never seen before. “You’re up early.” Her tone was mild.stables,“Yes. And that's because I have got duties. You left without me.”Her eyes flicked to mine, then away. “Didn’t want to wake you. You looked like you needed the extra sleep.”“Well, if I'd been caught by one of the guards, they wouldn't have thought so.” I grumbled, half annoyed. I expected Betsy to laugh off my comme

CHAPTER FORTY-NINEKieranThe salve stung like liquid fire as it touched my back. I sat still and silent, though the muscles along my spine quivered against the burn. The physician’s hands trembled as he dabbed the cloth over the wound. I could smell his fear more than I could feel the sting.Elder Varnor stood close by, arms folded, his gaze heavy on me. “Keep still, Alpha,” he said. “You tear this open again and I’ll have you tied to the bed.”“I’m fine,” I muttered.He gave a sound of disapproval. “You are not. And I did not ask.”The physician hesitated, glancing between us. His heartbeat quickened. He was young, his scent sharp with nerves and herbs. The next touch of the salve was slower, careful, as if I might break. I could almost hear him hold his breath.The pain flared again, deep and sharp, and I clenched my jaw until it ached.“You would heal faster if you stopped fighting the pain,” Varnor said.“I am not fighting it.”“Then why do you sound like you are swallowing your