All Chapters of Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lana's POV The world narrowed to the space between Bastien and me as he looked at me with disbelief. The sound of the waterfront market, the gulls, the distant traffic all faded into a muffled hum. There was only his face, the handsome architecture of it crumbling into something raw and ugly as he went through all the stages of emotion at once. “What is he talking about?” Bastien repeated, the question a ragged whisper. His hand shot out, fingers closing around my upper arm. The grip was too tight, possessive and panicked. “Lana. Look at me. Tell me this is a mistake.” Gideon didn’t move, but the two suited men shifted almost imperceptibly, their focus sharpening on Bastien’s hand. A silent warning. I didn’t try to pull away. I let him hold me, let him feel the tension in my arm, and I met his eyes. “It’s not a mistake. I contacted him. I’m going with him.” The confusion in his gaze ignited, fury burning it away. The hurt morphed into betrayal, and the betrayal into a rage I knew

Lana's POV The silence Ronan left behind was a vacuum, instantly filled by the ragged sound of Jessica’s sobs. They weren’t delicate cries, but harsh, ugly gulps of air that spoke of a world unraveling. She stumbled away from me, collapsing into a velvet armchair as if her legs could no longer hold her. I mean she got what she deserved. “You can’t… you can’t mean that,” she choked out, though Ronan was already gone. Her pleading eyes shot to her father. “Dad. Tell him he can’t do that. Red Creek is my home. My work is there!” Gideon’s face was a masterpiece of controlled displeasure. The paternal concern for his daughter warred with the strategic mind of the Great Alpha who had just seen his intended alliance between his heir and his blood daughter publicly, brutally severed. His gaze followed the empty doorway, his jaw a hard line. “Ronan,” Gideon’s voice carried down the hall, calm but infused with an alpha’s command that usually made mountains reconsider their position. “Thi

Lana's POV The south sunroom was all warm light and thriving green plants, a world away from the marble chill of the main house. With Kaelia there, it felt like a different place entirely. We collapsed onto a cushioned wicker sofa, and for a long moment, just sat in the comfort of each other’s presence. The sheer, normalcy of it was a balm. “Okay,” Kaelia said, pulling her legs up underneath her. “Start from the text. ‘He’s not safe.’ My heart literally stopped. Then Ronan’s storming out of the pack house like a man possessed, and no one would tell me anything.” So, I told her. I started with the creeping control, the locked doors, the way Bastien’s apologies always carried the sharp edge of blame. I told her about the suffocating silence of that sterile apartment, the bruised wrist, the creeping fear that had become my constant companion. I didn’t leave out the shame of having chosen it, of having walked away from Ronan and into that. Kaelia listened, her expression shifting fro

Lana's POV The word “space” hung between us on the grimy city sidewalk, and I watched as it curdled in Bastien’s mind. The wounded confusion in his eyes didn’t soften into acceptance; it hardened into something defensive and suspicious. The shift was subtle, a predator sensing a new kind of trap. “Space,” he repeated, the word flat. He took a half-step forward, closing the distance I’d created. The vulnerability was gone, replaced by a sharp, scrutinizing intensity. “Or is it not space you want, but a clear runway back to him? To Maison?” It was the wrong card to play. A white-hot wire of fury, held taut for weeks, finally snapped. “This!” I exploded, my voice slicing through the urban din. A passing couple glanced over, startled. I didn’t care. “This right here is exactly why I need space! Why I need an ocean between us! It’s never about what I feel, what I need, is it? It’s always about another man! Ronan, Gideon, now Maison! You are so obsessed with the idea of rivals stealing

Ronan's POV The weight of the Lancaster Alpha title had never felt heavier than in the silent, lamplit study of my own estate. Maps and territory reports were spread across the oak desk, but the lines were blurring. All I could see was the shattered look on Jessica’s face, the cold disappointment in Gideon’s eyes, and beneath it all, the ghost of Lana’s expression when I’d kissed her forehead in that sterile apartment, a mix of relief and utter desolation. “The eastern ridge patrols are complaining about the new rotation,” Idris said, his voice a steady rumble from the other side of the desk. He was my Beta, my right hand, a mountain of a man with a mind as sharp as the tactical knives he carried. “Silas’s changes are… abrupt. Effective, but abrupt. Some of the older wolves are grumbling.” “Let them grumble,” I said, my voice rough. I didn’t look up from a meaningless soil analysis report. “Silas answers to me. His orders are law. If they have a problem with the chain of command,