ALPHA BETRAYAL: I STOLE MY SISTER'S MATE의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

The council chamber was suffocating with incense and heavy silence. Torches hissed along the stone walls, and it's shadows dancing. Kaelen strode in with Ezra at his side, the weight of expectation pressing against his chest. Elders, generals, and advisors were already gathered, their sharp eyes flicking to him as though measuring whether he was worthy to wear the crown that destiny threatened to drop on his head.At the head of the table, Dyrius and their mother, sat tall despite the lines of age carving their face. He rapped his knuckles against the table.“You’re late.” His voice boomed.Kaelen bowed his head briefly. “I came as soon as I was summoned.”Dyrius’s sharp eyes cut him like blades. “You carry responsibilities heavier than excuses, boy. An Alpha-to-be must think of his pack first. And that brings us the most important, your marriage. That means heirs. That means strengthening our future.”Ezra leaned lazily against a pillar, arms folded, a sly grin on his lips. “Maybe we

The first thing Ezra felt when he stirred awake was the ache in his muscles and the bitter tang of smoke clinging to the air. He blinked, disoriented, staring up at the makeshift roof of stitched hides. Rough laughter drifted in from outside the tent, followed by the clang of metal against stone.Damn, this park are rogues.He sat up slowly, careful not to draw too much attention, and forced himself to remember the name he had given them, Corin. To them, he was no Alpha’s second-in-command, just another drifter who had lost his pack and was desperate enough to crawl into the rogues’ den.“On your feet, Corin!” a gruff voice barked from outside.Ezra pushed himself up, keeping his expression submissive, almost sluggish. When he stepped out of the tent, he was greeted by the sight of the camp spread out like a scar across the forest clearing. Smoke curled from blackened fire pits. Tattered banners, bearing the rogues’ crude crest, a claw slashed across a crescent moon hung from sharpened

The air shifted. Kaelen felt it first, the prickle of unnatural heat crawling across his skin. His wolf stirred violently inside him. Something was wrong. Something dangerous, this guys were not just ordinary hunter wolves, he could feel the alpha power emanating from one of them. But who was it?.Then the name cut through the night like a blade, snapping him back.“Ezra! What are you doing here?!”Kaelen froze. His head snapped toward the voice, Selera’s, trembling and raw, her golden eyes wide in disbelief.Every warrior turned. Every gaze shifted to the man standing half-shrouded in the rogues’ shadowy ranks. Ezra.No, Corin. His brother wearing another man’s name.Kaelen’s chest tightened, but before he could speak, Selera shouted again, louder this time, almost hysterical.“Ezra! Answer me! Why are you standing with the enemy?!”A ripple of confusion went through the Moonbane's warriors. Some whispered, others stared at Kaelen, waiting for his reaction.Ezra’s face remained stone

Adrian woke with a start, breath hot in his chest. The dream clung to him almost too real. Dayumm, he could feel Kaelen’s hands on his skin, Kaelen’s lips brushing his ear, Kaelen’s voice whispering his name like it belonged there. But then the dream twisted, Kaelen turning away, vanishing into shadows, leaving him burning with frustration and longing.He sat up, clutching the sheet to his bare chest, sweat dampening his skin. “Damn it, he muttered, pressing his palms to his eyes. It had been almost two weeks. Two weeks of silence. No call, no text. Was Kaelen even alive? Or worse, had he simply chosen to forget?Adrian’s stomach twisted. He hated how his body ached, how his heart betrayed him. “Why do you still want him? he whispered to himself. He left you.”Dragging himself from bed, he stumbled into the kitchen. The fridge hummed quietly, the world outside silent except for the occasional buzz of a car passing through Sun City at dawn. He cracked eggs into a pan, but the sizzle onl

Kaelen froze. His wolf surged so violently in his chest it nearly tore out of him. The growl he had been holding back slipped free when the truck door opened and Adrian stepped down beside Lucian. For a heartbeat, Kaelen couldn’t breathe. His mate, his light, his torment, was standing there, eyes widening with the same shock, the same ache. Three weeks of silence, of sleepless nights, of empty calls unanswered… and now Adrian was here. Alive. Breathing. So close he could reach out and touch him. But joy was tangled with fury. Adrian’s lips parted, as if he wanted to smile, to run forward, to throw himself into Kaelen’s arms, but he stopped, swallowing down the wild rush of excitement clawing through him. He tried to compose his face, but his eyes betrayed him. They gleamed with longing. With hurt. With fire. “Is that… the pack truck?” Grandfather’s voice broke the heavy silence from where he stood farther back with Draven. “No, Draven murmured, his sharp eyes narrowing. That’s Adr