Semua Bab Den of Alphas: Bab 51 - Bab 60

AMELIA 'DECLAN'                     He was there… The knock came again. It was sharp and confident, almost like whoever stood outside my door knew exactly who I was and wasn’t afraid of it. Zayn moved first. He stepped in front of me without saying a word, one hand already clenched like he was ready for trouble. I hated how natural that reaction felt now… like danger had become normal around me. “Stay behind me,” he muttered. “I’m not a child,” I whispered back, though I still did exactly what he said. He reached for the door and pulled it open. And the last person I expected stood there. Damien. For a second, my brain refused to process it. I just stared at him like he was some illusion my mind had created because I was already too tense. “Declan,” Damien said easily, like we weren’t standing in the middle of something fragile. “You look l

RONAN DARIUS I woke up to stone. Cold stone beneath my back. Cold air biting into my skin. My head throbbed like it had been split open and stitched back together by someone who hated me. The first thing I smelled was iron and damp earth. Dungeon. Of course it was. My father never did anything halfway. Chains rattled when I moved. Heavy. Reinforced. Silver-laced. Not enough to kill me, but enough to make sure my wolf stayed quiet. That alone made anger coil in my chest. “You can stop pretending I’m weak,” I muttered. “I woke up already.” Footsteps answered me. Slow, measured and familiar in a way that made my stomach twist. The guards stepped aside, and there he was. My father. Alpha Darius. He stood tall, dressed in dark leathers, his presence filling the room like smoke. Power rolled off him in waves. The kind th

AMELIA 'DECLAN' He claimed me… I knew something was wrong the moment Lennox walked into the lecture hall. Not wrong like the usual kind. Not like when you forget your book or when the air feels too still before training. This was the kind of wrong that sat heavy in your chest before anything even happened. It was a combined class. Those were always chaotic. Senior students mixed with juniors, everyone pretending rank didn’t matter while still very much aware that it did. Seniors took the back seats like they owned the place. Juniors clung to the front like safety depended on it. I came early. I always did. I liked the second row, far right. Close enough to hear, far enough to disappear. I dropped my bag, placed my book on the seat beside me… Zayn’s seat… and sat down. Routine. Safe. Predictable. Then Lennox walked in. The room shifted. That wasn’t my imagination. Conversations dipped. A few heads turned. Lennox didn’t have to announce hi

AMELIA DECLAN                  Someone sent him The library had always been my safest place. It smelled like old paper and dust and silence. The kind of silence that didn’t judge you. The kind that didn’t ask questions. People came here to read, not to stare, not to whisper, not to look too closely at what didn’t quite fit. I sat in my usual corner, back against the shelf, knees drawn up, a book open on my lap. I wasn’t really reading. I’d been staring at the same line for almost ten minutes. My thoughts were louder than the room. Lennox. Ronan. Zayn’s quiet warnings. The way eyes followed me now. I exhaled slowly and forced myself to focus. Page seventy-four. I traced the words with my finger, pretending they mattered. “Amelia.” My heart stopped. The book slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a

AMELIA DECLAN  I realized something was wrong the moment the teacher stopped mid-sentence. Mr. O’Brien wasn’t the kind of man who forgot names. He remembered faces, ranks, packs, even grudges. So when he paused, looked around the lecture hall, and frowned like a piece of his routine was missing, the room slowly went quiet. “Ronan Darius,” he said. “Has anyone seen him?” At first, nobody answered. Then someone at the back snorted. “Maybe he finally ran away from training.” A few people laughed. Another voice chimed in, “Or maybe he got tired of scaring everyone.” More laughter… nervous laughter… followed. It was the kind people used when talking about someone powerful in their absence. I didn’t laugh. I sat very still. One week. That was when it hit me. One whole week, and I hadn’t seen Ronan. Not in th