บททั้งหมดของ Alora's Windsong: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Weeks had gone by since graduation day, and Pack life had slowly settled back into rhythm, though it wasn’t quite the same rhythm as before. Where there had once been a sharp divide, our Packs were now learning to move among each other like two rivers converging. Meals in the communal hall stretched longer, rogues and Moonlight warriors sitting at the same tables, passing bread and meat across the old invisible lines. It wasn’t seamless. I heard the whispers, caught the sharp looks traded at the edges when backs were turned. Some wolves still carried doubt like a second skin, clinging to old fears of what rogues meant. But they didn’t challenge Ryker’s decree. His word was law, and his presence was enough to make hesitation melt into silence.For me, the days blurred in small, steady ways. Rudy claimed every inch of my condo as his kingdom, yowling when Blaise tried to move him from his favorite chair. Blaise spent his nights with me, the bond between us deepening in our quiet moments

Meanwhile, across town…at Sarah's father's house.Sarah stormed through the door screaming, “I fucking hate her!”Her voice shook the walls, rattling the picture frames as she kicked an end table across the room. “How in the fuck does an albino freak become so loved by the entire fucking Pack?” she spat. She ripped through the house with her fury. A porcelain vase shattered against the wall, spraying shards across the floor. The crash echoed into the hall as she swiped an end table clean with the back of her arm, scattering picture frames, books, and a lamp in one violent sweep. Another vase followed, bursting against the hardwood like an explosion of rage. Her breath came in sharp bursts, chest heaving, eyes blazing red with hatred. Her two best friends flanked her, equally pissed.Her father, Jake, didn’t flinch. He sat slouched in his chair, a half-empty glass of J.D. and Coke dangling from his fingers, his eyes red-shot and cold as poison ivy hidden in tall grass. “Because that sor

Ryker waited in his study, the fire in the hearth burning low, maps of territory spread across the great oak table, but forgotten. This wasn’t about borders, or supply routes, or the endless politics of Pack life. This was about something far older. Something personal.When Alora arrived, escorted by Michael, she stepped through the door with cautious eyes. He had watched her grow from afar, believing she belonged to another, always keeping the distance a leader must keep. But there was always something that tugged at his heart when he saw her, not knowing the truth—that she was his own flesh and blood—every memory struck differently. Every laugh, every stubborn spark, every quiet triumph she had carved out for herself… they were his too. She was his hope that had been tossed away by fate in a cruel plan. She was not just Lyra’s child, but his too, and he could finally claim her as such; pride swelled in him. She had made it through the storm that life had thrown at both of them.He

The campus was alive with chaos. Students darted across the gym, clutching papers and half-filled schedules, chasing after classes before they closed. Every line buzzed with frustration; always someone groaning when their prerequisite was not filled, someone else sprinting to try again in another line. The lines were long, tangled like ropes in a jumbled mess, and you could hear the same words over and over again.“Closed.” “Try another.” “Full already! Damn”My major was Psychology with a minor in Sociology, but I was stuck on the same problem as half the campus. Math 101. Every section was filled, no matter how many times I checked the board.I rubbed my temples, already exhausted. “If I don’t get this class, I can’t move forward next semester. Why is it always math?” I heard someone else say.That’s when Beth came tearing across the student union, her hair flying behind her like a flag, eyes wide with triumph. “Alora! Come on, hurry!” She grabbed my arm, tugging hard. “This one

After getting her things packed in the back of Dad’s Hummer, Beth leaned against the tailgate, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, brushing her hair back from her face, putting it into a long ponytail. “College was always my dream, but having you and Blaise in my life too… It’s like winning the lottery.”Dad chuckled, a rare softness lighting his features as he closed the hatch. “Sometimes life gives us more than we think we deserve,” he said. “The trick is holding on to it when it comes.”Beth’s eyes shone at his words, and she gave him a playful salute. “Yes, Alpha Dad,” she teased, and I burst out laughing at the look on his face.We all piled into the Hummer, Rudy already curled on my lap with a smug purr. Dad drove, his blue eyes glinting in the rearview mirror as he watched Beth chatter away. She was like sunshine and rain all bottled up—her excitement filled every quiet space, turning the ride into something alive.“First thing I’m do