Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Ex Is Back With A Son: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

SASHA’S POV__________________________________“Brad’s alone?” My voice came out sharp, cutting through the wolf room’s tense air. The bloodstone map’s glow flickered on the table, its symbols taunting us. Jerry stood rigid, his hand clutching the shard in his pocket, its red light pulsing like a warning. Debby’s eyes were fierce, her venom-charged strength making her seem taller, but her hands shook slightly. Levin leaned over the map, his gold eyes hard, his jaw tight. Marcus was at the door, his voice low as he relayed the scout’s update about Brad moving through the ritual ground’s tunnels with that glowing thing.“Alone?” Levin growled, his fist clenching, the table creaking under his weight. “What’s he playing at? You said he was with Damon’s wolves, Marcus.”“He was,” Marcus said, his voice rough, scratching his scarred cheek. “Scout says he split off. Moving fast through the tunnels, carrying that glowing thing. Red, pulsing, like Jerry’s shard.”

JERRY’S POV__________________________________“Focus, Jerry!” Levin’s voice boomed across the training yard, his gold eyes glaring as he circled me. The morning air was cold, biting my skin, but the shard in my pocket burned hot, its voices screaming—Strike him. You’re stronger. Mom watched from the porch, her eyes sharp with that venom-fire, her hands clenched. Sasha was gone, scouting the tunnels with Marcus, but her words about relics stuck in my head. The bloodstone map was back in the wolf room, its traps our only edge against Brad.“I’m trying!” I snapped, my claws out, dodging Levin’s swing. My eyes flashed red, the shard pulsing. “You’re pushing too hard, Dad! The voices—they’re louder now!”“Louder?” Mom’s voice was sharp, stepping off the porch, her boots crunching gravel. “Jerry, what’re they saying? You promised to tell me.”“They say I don’t need you!” I shouted, my voice breaking, the shard’s glow leaking through my pocket. “Say I’m the alpha, that I can take Damon, Bra

SASHA’S POV__________________________________“Tara?” My voice came out sharp, echoing in the damp tunnel as I gripped my knife, heart pounding. The faint glow of Brad’s fake shard flickered ahead, but the shadow behind us—her shadow—moved closer. Marcus crouched beside me, his scarred face tense, his hand on his gun. The tunnel’s air was thick with earth and old blood, the bloodstone map’s traps—spiked pits, collapsing walls—burning in my mind. Back at the mansion, I knew Levin, Debby, and Jerry were waiting, their voices crackling through my earpiece, tense and urgent.“Sasha, it’s me,” Tara’s voice called, low and smooth, like she was still my mentor, not a threat. “Put the knife down. We need to talk.”“Talk?” I snapped, my voice low, keeping my blade up. “You’re with Brad and a witch, Tara! What game are you playing?”“Sasha, who’s there?” Levin’s voice growled through the earpiece, sharp and hard. “Confirm it’s Tara. Now.”“It’s her,” I whispered, my eyes locked on the shadow s

JERRY’S POV__________________________________I’m crouched in the tunnel’s damp shadows, water dripping onto my neck, the air thick with mold and blood. My hand clutches the bloodstone shard in my pocket, its pulse like a fist slamming my chest. The voices—run, fight, claim the blood—scream in my head, and my eyes glow red, the alpha curse clawing at me. I’m Jerry, sixteen and lost, my heart racing after Sasha’s comms cut off with a scream down here. Morgana, the Lykaon cult’s witch, is messing with us, her spell making the fake shard pulse, and I’m terrified for Sasha, for Mom, who’s awake now, changed by the bite. I need to find Sasha before Morgana’s traps get her.“Sasha!” I whisper-shout, my voice hoarse, echoing off the stone walls. My claws scrape the ground, itching to fight.“Jerry, quiet!” Marcus hisses, his scarred face barely visible in the dim light, his knife out. “She’s close. I heard her.”“Where?” I snap, my voice sharp, my senses catching a faint hum—the fake shard.

JERRY’S POV__________________________________I’m in a cramped safehouse across town, the air heavy with dust and stale coffee, my boots scuffing the cracked linoleum floor. My hand’s on the bloodstone shard, its pulse like a knife in my chest, the voices—fight, claim, kill—roaring louder than ever. My eyes burn red, the alpha curse eating me alive. I’m Jerry, sixteen and falling apart, watching Brad, that traitor, tied to a chair under a bare bulb. Sasha and Marcus brought him here from the tunnels, the fake shard locked in a box nearby, still glowing with Morgana’s spell. Mom’s back at the mansion, her new wolf senses kicking in, and I’m scared she’s not safe while Morgana’s out there, hunting me.Levin’s in Brad’s face, his gold eyes hard, his voice a low growl. “Talk,” he says, his fists clenched. “Who’s Morgana? What’s her plan?”Brad’s bruised, blood on his lip, but he smirks, his eyes cold. “You’re done, Levin,” he says, his voice rough. “Morgana’s stronger than your kid’s alp