All Chapters of Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lana's POVKaelia’s reaction was more telling than any answer she could have given. The blood draining from her face, the wide-eyed stare of pure shock was as if I’d reached into a hidden compartment of her mind and pulled out a ghost.“Why would you ask that?” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.“Because no one ever talks about her,” I pressed, leaning forward. The wind tugged at my hair, but I held her gaze. “Dorothy is sweet, kind, and she’s just… there. Ronan adores her. Gideon provides for her. But her mother is a complete blank. In a world where lineage is everything, that’s not just odd, Kaelia. It’s a screaming silence.”Kaelia looked away, her jaw working. She wrapped her arms around herself, not against the chill, but as if to hold something in. “That’s not my story to tell,” she said finally, the words clipped and firm. “It’s Ronan’s. And it’s… it’s old pain. The kind that doesn’t need poking.”“Is it his story? Or is it a story someone wants to be buried?” I couldn’t

Lana's POV The heavy envelope in my hand was no longer just paper and wax; it was a gambit, a move in the silent game unfolding around me. Attending a very public, very political gala at Ronan’s estate was a risk. It would put me back in the crosshairs of pack scrutiny, next to Gideon, under Jessica’s furious gaze. It was a potential battlefield. But it was also an opportunity. A chance to see Ronan on his own territory, to observe the dynamics between him and Gideon in person, to read the reactions of other Alphas. Information was my only weapon, and this was a intelligence-gathering mission I couldn’t refuse. I closed my door and opened the invitation. Elaborate script announced the Lancaster Pack’s Annual Unity Gala. The formality of it was a stark contrast to the raw, brutal truths I was uncovering. I ran my finger over Ronan’s printed name. This was his world. And if I wanted to understand it, to survive in it, I had to walk into its most glittering arena. The next morning, I

Lana's POV The world didn’t shatter. It froze. The gasps, the murmurs, the clinking of glasses all became a distant, distorted hum, as if I were submerged in icy water. My vision tunneled, focusing on Jessica’s triumphant, glistening eyes and the cruel curve of her smile. Then it snapped to Ronan. His face was a mask of utter, uncomprehending shock. For a second, the mighty Alpha of Lancaster looked like a boy who’d been struck from behind. Then, the shock ignited into a fury so absolute the air around him seemed to warp. He didn’t speak. He moved. In three long, ground-eating strides, he was on the dais. He grabbed Jessica’s upper arm, his fingers digging into the crimson silk hard enough to make her gasp, and hauled her off the platform, through a side door, and into the private antechamber beyond. The crowd erupted in a frenzy of whispers. My feet were rooted to the marble floor. A cold, detached part of my brain noted details. The way the chandelier light caught the stunned ch

Lana's POV The humid air in the conservatory grew heavier, thick with the scent of orchids and impending confession. Idris stared at his large, calloused hands, clasped between his knees as if in prayer. The war inside him was almost audible. “You’re asking me to betray confidences that are not mine to share,” he said, his voice gravelly. “I’m asking you to help me see the monster in the dark,” I replied, my voice low but steady. “Right now, all I have are shadows and shapes. I can’t fight what I can’t see, Idris. And I think, in your own way, you’ve been trying to fight shadows for Ronan for a long time.” He was silent for so long I thought he’d refuse. Then, he let out a long, weary sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his boots. “Selene wasn’t just some girl from an allied pack,” he began, not looking at me. “She was a peace offering. A bloody, living treaty.” My blood went cold. “What?” “Eight years ago,” Idris said, his gaze fixed on a vibrant, spiky bromeliad

Lana's POV I moved like a ghost at work as my eyes still felt hazy from the revelation I made a few days ago. When I had this thought they treated me like I was insane but I was right. Every last words from Gideon kept replaying like a broken record in my head. My hands trembled slightly as I tried to adjust my hand on my computer. I clicked the wrong tool, accidentally deleting everything I had been working on. I swore under my breath, a sound swallowed by the sterile office air. How could I think about linen textures and accent lighting when I’d heard a man calmly ordering a mutilation? When that man was my self-proclaimed protector? Every interaction at Thornwood now felt like a performance, and I was waiting for Gideon to drop his mask and show me the monster beneath. The fear was no longer a generalized anxiety; it was a specific, chilling certainty. I was living with the monster. “Lana?” I jumped, my heart lurching against my ribs. Dana, the office manager, stood by my des