Semua Bab The Alpha’s Traded Mate: Bab 21 - Bab 25

Zeva’s POVThe moon was thin that night, a silver sickle hanging low in the sky, barely illuminating the snow-dusted paths of the Northern pack territory. My boots crunched against the frozen earth as I returned from a late training session, muscles screaming in protest, my wolf coiled like a spring beneath my skin. The shadows of the trees stretched long, jagged, and I felt them whisper around me, alive.I had gone too long thinking myself safe inside the packhouse, that my nightly routines and careful steps kept me away from danger. But the moment I passed the broken remnants of the old training grounds, I knew something was wrong. A rustle of leather, a whisper of movement, a shadow shifting where there should be none.Before I could react fully, a figure leapt from the darkness, hands wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me backward with terrifying force. My breath caught in my throat, a scream choking in my chest. The attacker’s weight pressed me to the ground, and panic surged h

Zeva’s POVI didn’t realize anything was wrong until the courtyard fell silent.I had just stepped out of the training hall, still aching from Roxie’s brutal morning drills, when the sound rippled through the air—voices stopping mid-sentence, chairs scraping against stone, warriors stiffening like they sensed an incoming storm.Then I saw him.Jacob Veylor stood at the center of the gathering grounds, shoulders squared, his dark hair pulled back in that easy, too-confident way of his. He had the kind of smile that didn’t belong in the North—warm, charming, almost reckless.But there was nothing warm in his expression now.Aric stood opposite him, posture rigid, jaw clenched, power radiating off him in waves sharp enough to cut air. His wolf was close—felt like frost rising from the ground itself.Jacob’s eyes shifted to me, and the corners of his lips lifted in a provocation that made my stomach knot.“This ends today,” Jacob said. His voice rang out, bold and unafraid. “I challenge y