บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Rex.: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

They walked for a while until they reached the mansion. The house was too quiet when they slipped inside. Something in the silence made Rex's shoulders tense, and without thinking, Isabella moved closer to him. He didn't comment, but the way his fingers clenched around her told her he noticed. And didn't mind. He led her carefully down the hall alert to every shadow and every shift of air. The lights were dimmed, and the guards were nowhere in sight. "Why is it so quiet?"she whispered. Rex didn't answer because he didn't know, and that alone scared her more than anything. When they reached her bedroom, he stopped abruptly blocking her path with an outstretched arm. "No." She blinked. " No, what?" " You're not sleeping in here," Her brows pulled together. "Excuse me?" Rex opened the door just enough to peek inside, and his expression hardened. The window latch was open. And she hadn't left it that way. Her stomach dropped. "Someone was in my room?" " R

AT THE COUNCIL The council chamber buzzed with low voices and polished lies. She sat right-backes beside her father, hands folded in her lap, face carefully neutral while her pulse refused to cooperate. Every Alpha present was watching her - some openly, some with the kind of measured interest that made her skin crawl.She felt Rex before she saw him. He stood behind her chair, just slightly to the left. Not touching. But close enough that his presence pressed against her awareness like heat against bare skin. He hadn't said a word since they entered, yet she could sense his attention fixed on the room. Calculating threats and weighing intent.Then Ronan of Grey Pack smiled at her. It was easy. Charming . Practiced. "My lady," Ronan said smoothly, inclining his head. " I don't believe we've had the pleasure of a proper conversation. "Her father opened his mouth- but she beat him to it."I don't believe we have," she replied calmly. Ronan's eyes brightened. He stepped closer,wel

REX POV The door clicked shut. And just like that, the room felt empty. Wrong and cold. I stayed rooted where I was, chest tight , fingers twisting against my sides. And my wolf reprimanding me for the " mistake " I just made. I didn't want to cross any boundary and make her hate me more than she already did. At least not yet. Her scent lingered, teasing me, pulling me forward, yet she had the audacity to walk away. Walk away like I wasn't here. Like the pull between us was meaningless. I exhaled, low and frustrated, running a hand through my hair. She was reckless, Insane and infuriating. And we wanted her more than we wanted to breathe. My wolf Phoenix and I . The worst part? I didn't even try to stop her, and that's what annoyed Phoneix the most. He was fighting for dominance to stop her from leaving since I had no plans to do so but I pushed him aside, not wanting to scare her. She left willingly, and it drove me mad. My jaw tightened. My heart thundered, and e

She didn't stay in the room. Of course she didn't. She tried. For a full five minutes, she stood by the door, staring at the handle, replaying Kaelen’s voice in her head. Stay here. The problem was—he had said it like a request. And she was very tired of being protected from the truth. Few minutes after Rex's footsteps faded, she crossed to the window and pushed it open just enough to hear. The night shifted —no longer quiet but alert. Voices carried on the wind. Orders. The low scrape of boots on stone. Greyfall. Her fingers curled around the windowsill. She grabbed her cloak and slipped out into the corridor, keeping to the shadows. The guards near her room were gone. Drawn to the eastern perimeter like Rex had said. The compound felt hollowed out, stretched thin. She moved fast. Too fast to think about how reckless this action of hers was. By the time she reached the outer wall, she could see them. Three figures standing just beyond the boundary torches. They wore Greyfa

They left before sunrise. No announcements. No ceremony. Just movement—fast, deliberate, quiet enough to avoid drawing attention. The compound still slept as guards opened the eastern gate, the heavy iron groaning low like it knew this departure mattered. She stood wrapped in a dark travel cloak, the hood pulled low. Rex was already mounted, reins loose in one hand, eyes scanning the tree line as if he expected the forest itself to step forward and challenge him. “You didn’t tell anyone,” she said as she approached. “I told the people who needed to know,” he replied. “And no one else.” Her parents stood a short distance away. Her mother’s face was tight with fear she refused to show; her father’s jaw was set, pride and worry warring behind his eyes. There had been no shouting, no dramatic farewell—just an understanding that whatever was coming next had teeth. “You’re taking her into the heart of your territory,” her father said to Rex. “That makes her visible.” “It makes her de