Semua Bab The Alpha's Ex Is Back With A Son: Bab 31 - Bab 40

LEVIN’S POV__________________________________“Brad, you better not be screwing me!” I snarl into the phone, my voice bouncing off the truck’s dashboard as I speed through Crescent City’s wet streets. My hands choke the wheel, knuckles white, the city’s growl loud in my ears. Jerry and Sasha are out there with the bloodstone map, and Damon’s crew’s closing in. Debby’s fighting for her life in a coma, and I’m chasing our kid, trying to fix my damn mistakes.“I ain’t!” Brad snaps back, voice sharp. “But someone’s talking. Heard whispers—one of ours tipped Damon off about the map.”My stomach twists. “A traitor? Who?” I growl, swerving around a corner. “You better find out, or I’m coming for you!”“I’m on it!” he says, but his voice shakes. “Get to the docks—Jerry’s headed there with Sasha. I’ll meet you.”I slam the phone down, cursing. A traitor in my pack? After all I’ve done to keep Jerry and Debby safe? My heart’s pounding, and Debby’s face flashes—years ago, by the river, her lips

Debby’s POV__________________________________“Where the hell’s my kid?” I snarl, my voice rough, scraping through the hospital room’s quiet. My side screams where that knife went in, but I’m awake, the coma’s fog finally gone. Levin’s beside me, face beat, eyes raw, like he hasn’t slept in days. Machines beep steady, but my heart’s hammering. No Jerry, no Sasha—just Levin, looking like he’s carrying the damn world.“They’re at the docks,” he says, voice low, grabbing my hand. “Jerry’s got the bloodstone map. He’s starting the ritual with Sasha.”“The ritual?” I yank my hand free, pain shooting through me as I sit up. “You let him do that shit? After I almost died?” My legs shake, but I’m not staying in this bed.Levin flinches, eyes locked on mine. “I didn’t let him, Debby. They bolted after the safehouse got hit. Brad sold us out to Damon.”“Brad?” My blood boils, fists clenching. “Your guy? You trusted that bastard, and now Jerry’s out there, hunted?” I swing my legs off, tubes pu

SASHA’S POV__________________________________“Jerry, keep that blood on the carving!” I yell, my voice raw over the dock’s chaos, waves slamming below. My knife’s slick with blood, my arm burning from fighting off Damon’s goons. Jerry’s kneeling by the pier’s wolf head carving, his bloody hand pressed to it, the bloodstone map glowing like a damn beacon in his lap. His eyes blaze red, alpha mark going wild, and he’s shaking, the ritual tearing at him. Debby’s beside him, pale as hell, barely standing after her coma, her hand on his shoulder like she’s holding him together. Levin’s down the pier, bleeding out, barely moving after Brad’s betrayal hit us like a truck. Damon’s here, gun raised, his cold eyes locked on Jerry, and more of his men flood the docks. We’re screwed, but I ain’t letting Jerry die.“Sasha, he’s fading!” Debby shouts, her voice cracking, desperate. She’s clutching her side, blood seeping through her bandage. “The ritual’s killing him!”“It’s not!” I snap, slashin

DEBBY’S POV__________________________________“Levin?”The word scrapes out of me before I even know I’m saying it. My throat’s dry, voice all gravel. But it’s his name, and once it’s out there, it doesn’t stop echoing.“I’m here.”His voice — low, rough, familiar. It slides through the dark like smoke. I turn toward it, heart slamming, because I know that sound. I’ve been hearing it in dreams since the day I left.The room flickers. Hospital walls melt into black, the kind that hums like static before a storm. There’s light leaking through broken blinds — cold, silver. My breath fogs in the air. I feel cold, but my skin’s burning.He steps out of the dark. Same leather jacket. Same tired eyes. Looks like the night I walked out — rain on his face, that stubborn hurt in his jaw.“Why’d you come?” I ask, but my voice breaks halfway through.“Because you called,” he says. “You always do when you’re falling apa

DEBBY’S POV__________________________________The hospital’s hum is a chain, pinning me to this damn bed. My body’s still, but my mind’s a storm, clawing through the dark to find Jerry. I see him, my boy, running through Crescent City’s alleys, Sasha at his side. His breath’s ragged, eyes flicking like he feels me watching. I want to scream, Slow down, kid, you’re not ready! But I’m trapped in this coma, my voice a ghost in my head. The city’s growl rumbles low, shaking my bones, and Lykaon’s shadow creeps in—red eyes, sharp teeth, whispering my failures. “You can’t protect him, Debby. He’s marked for war.”“Get bent,” I snarl, my thoughts spitting fire. The hospital room flickers—machines beeping, a nurse muttering about my vitals. I don’t care. My focus locks on Jerry, his sneakers slapping wet pavement, Sasha’s hand on his arm. They’re dodging Damon’s men, I can feel it, the bloodstone’s pull like a hook in Jerry’s chest. I need to guide him, keep him safe, but this fog in my head