Semua Bab ALPHA BETRAYAL: I STOLE MY SISTER'S MATE: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The road stretched in silence, the hum of the truck’s engine the only sound in the heavy night. Kaelen drove with rigid focus, knuckles white on the wheel, his jaw clenched so tightly Adrian thought it might shatter. Every mile deeper into Ironfang territory pulled the air tighter, heavier, as though the world itself held its breath. Seven hunter wolves sat in the back, grim-faced, checking weapons. The scrape of metal, the click of a blade locking into place, sniffing the air for any change in the wind. Adrian sat in the passenger seat, stealing glances at Kaelen. The tension between them was suffocating. He wanted to reach across the console, to press his hand to Kaelen’s thigh, to remind him he wasn’t alone. But Kaelen’s eyes never wavered from the road. He stared into the shadows beyond the windshield as if he could bend them into revealing every threat ahead. “Kaelen, Adrian said finally, voice low. If you keep grinding your teeth, you’ll have nothing left but dust.” Kaelen’s

Kaelen lifted his head slowly, his eyes blazing, but the chains yanked taut as two Ironfang brutes pressed him harder into the dirt.Rothgar’s smirk widened. “It should not be a very difficult kill, unlike this.” He kicked Nan’s broken body with his boot, eliciting a groan. Pathetic. Look at him. And you Alpha? You’re no leader. You’re a boy pretending at strength, blinded by… His eyes flicked toward Adrian, lips curling. Wait, wait, is he your whore.?”The word cracked like a whip. The Ironfang wolves erupted in cruel laughter, jeering. Adrian stiffened, chains rattling as he flinched. His eyes darted to Kaelen, waiting, dreading.Kaelen growled low, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. “Call him that again, and I’ll rip your tongue out.”“Ooooh, Rothgar mocked, clutching his throat theatrically. Such fire for your pet. He leaned close, his voice dropping to a hiss. He doesn't look it though. He's such a fragile thing, i bet maybe he's just yur sex toy. But, you came all this way f

The truck rattled over the dirt road, its wheels spitting mud and gravel into the dark. The night was heavy with the scent of blood, sweat, and smoke. Inside the back of the vehicle, Adrian sat hunched, his entire body shaking. His hands clutched the black satchel of herbs as if it were the last tether keeping him alive.Blood smeared across his cheek and dripped from a gash above his brow. His clothes were torn and sticky with Nan’s blood, Nan’s sacrifice staining him like something he could never wash away.At first, he was silent. The only sounds came from the truck’s engine and the ragged breaths of the three surviving Moonbane hunters seated with him. Their eyes were hollow, staring ahead, each carrying wounds of their own.Then, the silence broke. Adrian’s voice, hoarse and trembling, burst out of him.“I should have fought harder. His hand slammed the side of the truck. I should have pulled him back. I should have... His words broke off as his throat closed. He pressed his fore

The night was unnaturally quiet. The kind of silence that pressed against the lungs. The truck rolled through the mist-shrouded forest, its headlights dimmed, its wheels crunching over gravel and roots. Inside, the air was thick with fear, determination, and the metallic scent of weapons freshly sharpened.Darius sat at the front, his broad shoulders hunched forward, hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles gleamed white under the dashboard light. Behind him, Selera sat wrapped in her cloak, her eyes gleaming like shards of silver. Adrian sat beside her, glancing her way every few seconds, worry etched across his face.“You sure you’re up for this sis? Adrian asked quietly. You’re still recovering and...”Selera shot him a glare that could melt stone. “He’s my husband, Adrian. You think I’d sit back while you go to rescue him?”Darius grunted from the driver’s seat. “She’s made her choice. Let it be, boy. A wolf fights hardest when protecting their mate.” "Alright, I hear yo

Ezra parked his sleek black car in front of the Pack Manor. The engine purred one last time before falling silent. For a moment, he just sat there, staring at the towering structure that had always been full of life and noise. Today, it was eerily quiet, too quiet for comfort.He stepped out dressed in black trousers and ash shirt, the gravel crunching beneath his boots, and walked toward the entrance. The scent of the house, pine, herbs, and something faintly metallic hit him as he opened the door. “Mom?” he called out, his voice echoing through the marble hall. No response.He moved down the corridor toward her chambers. “Mom?” Still nothing. The silence pressed heavily on him, filling the air like fog. Her room was neat as usual, but something still felt off. Her scent lingered, faint but recent. Ezra frowned, running his hand across the dresser.That’s when he saw it, a small jewelry box, partially open. Inside lay a pendant. Silver. Old. Etched with an unmistakable crest, he has