Semua Bab ALPHA BETRAYAL: I STOLE MY SISTER'S MATE: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The air in the Silverfang ceremonial hall was so thick with anticipation it almost choked Kaelen. Golden chandeliers swayed above the vaulted ceiling, their flames casting dancing shadows across the endless rows of gathered nobles and wolf lords. Red and silver banners, colors of the Moonfang Pack, draped the walls, proud, elegant, eternal.This was supposed to be his moment. The moment when he, Kaelen, heir to the greatest werewolf dynasty, would stand beside Celera, his fated mate, and bind their souls before the eyes of the Moon Goddess and their people.But the bride’s side of the altar was empty.Kaelen stood rigid in his black ceremonial coat, silver embroidery gleaming against his tall, broad frame. His hands clenched into fists inside his sleeves, and his wolf howled restlessly in his chest.Where is she?The whispers began.“She’s late…”“Does she even intend to come?”“A disgrace… the heir can’t even keep his mate in line. An irresponsible heir.”The murmurs spread like wild

Celera stood outside Kaelen’s office, her palms clammy, her heart hammering against her ribs. She had rehearsed the words a hundred times on her way here, but now, facing double doors, her throat felt like sandpaper.When the doors swung open, Kaelen looked up from his desk, his icy eyes pinning her like a blade.“What is it now?” His voice carried the sharpness of a dagger, cold, as if he already knew her presence meant trouble.Celera stepped inside, fighting back tears. “Kaelen, I...I need to tell you something. Please, just listen.”He leaned back in his chair, arms folded. “Go on. You have thirty seconds.”Her lips trembled. She stared at the polished floor instead of his piercing gaze. “I messed up. I… I slept with Lucian.”The silence that followed was suffocating. Kaelen didn’t blink. Didn’t move. The weight of his stare alone made her knees buckle.Finally, he exhaled, slow and controlled. “You want me to applaud you for honesty? Or pity you for regret?”Tears spilled down he

The bass thrummed through the club like a living heartbeat, neon lights washing the bar counter in purple and gold. Adrian wiped down the polished surface, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, forearms flexing with each movement. He moved with an elegance that drew attention without trying.Three women, already tipsy from their laughter, leaned forward as he set out glasses.“Something sweet,” one of them requested, twirling her hair around her finger.Adrian arched a brow, reaching for the bottles without hesitation. His hands moved swiftly, vodka, cranberry, peach schnapps. He mixed with practiced ease, ice clinking as the shaker danced in his grip. When he poured, the liquid glowed pink under the lights, sliding smooth into their glasses.The first woman’s mouth parted slightly. “God, look at his arms.”The second leaned closer, eyes tracing his chest beneath the snug black shirt. “Forget his arms, look at that jawline. Are you even real?”Adrian smirked faintly, sliding the drinks

The club’s neon lights bled into the night as Kaelen’s car rolled to a stop in front of the entrance. Music thundered from within, bass shaking the pavement.Adrian reached for the handle, but Kaelen’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist.“Tell me what time you close,” Kaelen said, voice low, command laced in every word.Adrian frowned, already annoyed. “I don’t need you picking me up.”“You do. So tell me,” Kaelen pressed, gaze sharp.Adrian let out a sharp breath. “No need.” His other hand moved to unbuckle his seatbelt. He refused to look Kaelen in the eye if he did, he knew he would falter.Kaelen’s jaw tightened. “Adrian...”“Don’t,” Adrian cut him off, already pushing the door open.“Not even a goodbye kiss?” Kaelen asked, half-teasing, half-serious.Adrian froze only for a heartbeat, then turned back with narrowed eyes. He lifted his middle finger in Kaelen’s direction, the motion deliberate.Kaelen smirked, pride flickering across his face. “That’s my boy.”Adrian slammed the do

The butler’s voice still trembled in the air.“Master Kaelen… the pack is under attack! They've gotten in”The words had barely left his lips when the sharp crash of glass splintered through the grand dining hall. The heavy scent of blood and iron flooded the air, followed by the snarls of wolves tearing through the outer walls. The chandeliers swayed violently overhead as shadows lunged into the room.“DOWN!” Ezra roared, flipping the dining table on its side just as claws raked through the space where the family had been sitting. Plates shattered, silverware scattered like blades.Kaelen’s body moved before thought, he was already shifting partially, claws lengthening, eyes burning red. He grabbed the wolf’s throat, twisted with a sickening snap, and shoved the corpse aside.Ezra laughed grimly beside him, his own arms gleaming with blood as he tore through another intruder. “Brother, you haven’t lost your touch!”“This is no time for jokes,” Kaelen growled, ducking as another beast