All Chapters of Den of Alphas: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RONAN DARIUS Amelia? From the very first day Declan arrived, something about him—or rather her, though I didn’t know that yet—had been off. Wolves have instincts; they can smell lies, sense deceit, and detect fear. But Declan… Declan was a paradox. There was something hidden beneath that calm exterior, something my wolf couldn’t quite name… but it was there, and it made him restless every time Declan was near. I tried to ignore it at first. New students came every year, and I wasn’t about to lose my mind over one shy, quiet kid who barely talked to anyone. But the more I tried to stay away, the more my wolf kept pulling me back. It was like Declan’s scent haunted the air around the dining hall, the training ground, even the damn library. Tyler was the first to notice my distraction. “Bro, you’re staring again,” he said one afternoon, elbowing me as we sat at our usual spot in the dining hall. His voice was full of teasing, his mouth twisted into a

LENNOX Detention! People said I liked control. They weren’t wrong. In Lunaris Academy, if you weren’t dominant, you were invisible… and I was never the invisible type. From the first week I arrived, I made it clear that I didn’t take orders from anyone. Not the seniors. Not the instructors. Not even the Alpha trainees who thought their bloodline made them untouchable. My name carried weight in the academy halls. Not because I was born into power, but because I earned it. Say what you wish! That morning, the hallway outside the training block was crowded with noise and laughter. I walked through it, my leather jacket slung over my shoulder, boots hitting the floor like I owned the place. My guys… Finn, Marcus, and Jett… followed behind me, the usual shadows that moved when I moved. “Hey, Lennox,” Finn said, catching up to me. “You heard about the brawl at the South Wing last night?” I didn’t slow my pace. “You mean the one with the Gamma twins?”

LENNOX The morning air at the training field carried that usual mix of damp earth and raw energy. I liked mornings like this — when the younger wolves were still half-asleep, and I could watch them stumble through drills before I reminded them what real strength looked like. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, just streaks of orange light cutting through the mist that hung over the arena. “Line up!” I barked, and the chatter died instantly. The new students scrambled into place, their nervous eyes darting to me and then back to the ground. That was good. Fear made them listen. Fear made them disciplined. Just like yesterday, and other days, Tyce and Derrick flanked me like shadows, both wearing the same smug grin they always had when they knew we were about to make the new recruits sweat. “Let’s see who remembers yesterday’s drills,” I said. “Pair up. Five rounds of sparring. No one stops till I say so.” They obeyed without question — except one. Declan. He was at the far

ALPHA SYRUS She must be found! The roar that escaped my chest made the windows rattle. The air in the mansion trembled with the sound. I didn’t care who heard me. Let them all know I was furious. Let them all remember what it meant to anger me. “She’s gone?” I slammed my fist against the table. “Gone? What do you mean gone, Malcolm?” My beta flinched. He stood a few feet away, sweat glistening on his forehead though the room was cold. “We’ve searched the entire territory, Alpha. The border guards said she was last seen near the eastern woods two nights ago, but after that, nothing.” “Nothing?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You expect me to believe my daughter, Amelia, the daughter of the Alpha of the Red Claw pack, just vanished into thin air?” He dropped his gaze. “We think she might have…” “Might have what?” I barked. “Run away? Been kidnapped? Or perhaps you’re suggesting she turned rogue?” Malcolm didn’t answer. His silence was answer enough. Rag

ALPHA CYRUS She knows something! The night was quiet, but inside me, there was a storm. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt that level of rage boiling through my veins. Every messenger that came through my door only repeated the same useless thing… no one had found Amelia. No one had seen her. No one knew where that daughter of Jezebel was. I slammed my fist against the desk so hard that the glass of whiskey tipped and shattered on the floor. The guards outside went still, probably wondering if they should come in. None of them dared to move. Good. Because at that moment, one more wrong word would have gotten someone killed. “She’s been gone for three weeks,” I growled, pacing back and forth across the room. “Three damn weeks and not one of you fools can tell me where she is?” One of my men… Blake… stood by the door, his head bowed. “We’ve searched the city outskirts, Alpha. The towns around the borders too. Nothing.” “Then expand your search!” I snap