Semua Bab FANGS OF FATE: THE ALPHA'S SECRET HEIRS: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The summons arrived at dawn.Selene knew what it was the moment she saw the black wax seal pressed into the thick parchment. The crescent and claw insignia of the High Council gleamed faintly in the early morning light, cold and unmistakable.Her stomach tightened.Across the small kitchen table, Eli was carefully buttering toast while Evan sat swinging his legs beneath his chair, humming softly to himself. For a moment, Selene simply watched them, memorizing the ordinary peace of the scene.Because peace never lasted long in this pack.She broke the seal.Her eyes moved quickly across the words.Then slowed.Then went completely still.“Mom?” Eli’s sharp little voice cut through the silence. “What is it?”Selene folded the letter carefully, too carefully. “Nothing you need to worry about.”That was the first lie of the day.⸻By mid-morning, the entire pack compound felt… different.Too quiet.Too watchful.Selene kept her head high as she walked the familiar path toward the administ

SELENEBy evening, the pack no longer pretended.Wherever I walked, conversations dipped. Eyes followed. Guards doubled their routes. Even the wind felt like it was carrying whispers.Councilor Rhys had done that.Or maybe… I had.I found Anna in the small herb room near the kitchens, grinding leaves with more force than necessary.“You’re scaring the plants,” I said.She didn’t look up. “Good. Maybe they’ll learn to run.”I closed the door behind me. “What did you hear?”Anna finally met my gaze. “Enough. The observer isn’t just watching, he’s asking about you. About the children. About yesterday.”My chest tightened. “Of course he is.”“And Tamara?” Anna’s voice dropped. “She’s been in and out of the council wing all day.”That didn’t surprise me.“Jax?” she added.I hesitated. “Trying.”Anna snorted softly. “He’d better try harder.”I almost smiled.Almost.A knock sounded, firm and controlled.Anna stiffened.I didn’t.“Come in,” I said.The door opened.Councilor Rhys stepped ins

The morning after the incident felt strangely ordinary.That was what unsettled Selene most.Sunlight poured through the windows of the guest quarters. Somewhere outside, pack members were beginning their day. The smell of fresh bread drifted from the kitchens.And yet everyone knew something had changed.Selene stood at the sink, staring out the window as she rinsed a cup.“Mama?”She turned.Luca stood in the doorway clutching her stuffed rabbit.Her daughter’s hair was tangled from sleep.“Mmm?”“Are you sick?”The question caught her off guard.Selene set the cup down.“No.”Luca frowned.“You fell down yesterday.”Children noticed everything.Selene crouched in front of her.“I’m okay now.”Luca studied her suspiciously before climbing into her lap.The little girl wrapped her arms around Selene’s neck.“Told you,” Luca mumbled.“Told me what?”“I told the boys you’d be okay.”Selene laughed softly despite herself.From the dining table, Theo looked up.“I said you’d be okay too.

JAXThe old security room smelled of dust, metal, and the faint oil used to keep the archive equipment running.Jax stood behind the guard’s chair while the recovered footage loaded onto the monitor.Five years.That was how long the file had been sitting untouched.Or at least, that was what everyone had believed.“Play it again,” Jax said.The guard obeyed.The footage showed the main corridor outside the eastern wing of the estate. It was late. Most of the lights were off, leaving only the pale glow from the wall lamps.Selene appeared on screen.She was younger.Smaller.Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and even through the poor quality of the recording, Jax recognized the way she walked when she was upset.She disappeared around the corner.A few seconds passed.Then a figure appeared.Jax leaned closer.The person wore a dark cloak and a mask.His face couldn’t be seen.“Pause.”The guard froze the frame.Jax stared at the screen.Something about the figure bothered him.

JAXRhys reached the corridor first.Jax followed closely behind, his attention fixed on the empty passageway.The floorboard had creaked only once, but the sound had been clear enough. Someone had been standing outside the security room.“Search the corridor,” Jax ordered.Two guards stationed near the stairwell immediately moved in opposite directions.Rhys crouched beside the floorboard and examined the dusty wood.“There,” he said.A faint mark ran across the surface. Not a footprint exactly, but a narrow scrape, as though someone had dragged the edge of a shoe while turning.Jax looked toward the west wing.“Whoever it was knew how to move quietly.”“Or knew the house well,” Rhys replied.That distinction stayed with Jax.He returned to the security room and picked up the old access record.The scratched-out name was still there.The first letter looked like J.Rhys stood behind him.“Your father used several archive codes,” the Councilor said. “But this one was assigned to his p