Alle Kapitel von Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers: Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

Lana's POVThe Sunroom was a beautiful lie. It was the highest room in the east tower, all arched windows and pale morning light, filled with thriving plants and elegant, uncomfortable furniture. It smelled of orange blossoms and dust. It was a cage for a prized bird, a gilded isolation cell. The two Lancaster guards stationed outside the single, heavy door were polite and immovable. I was a guest. A suspect. A piece of evidence waiting to be examined.The silence was absolute, broken only by the whisper of the wind against the glass and the frantic, circular rhythm of my own thoughts. Ronan’s face, cold and closed as a tomb door, haunted me. The crumpled note, the photographs of strangers who were supposedly my parents, Gideon’s veneer of tragic disappointment, it was a masterpiece of falsity, and I was trapped at its center.The mate bond was a throbbing bruise. I could feel him, a distant, dark star of pain and anger, pulling at me through stone and will. He was walling himself off

Lana's POVThe air in Red Creek was a living thing, thick with the scent of pine, old stone, and simmering aggression. It pressed against my skin, a constant reminder that I was an intruder in a world of sharp teeth and sharper loyalties. I moved through the grand hallway like a ghost, the borrowed finery of my dress a deep emerald silk chosen by some Lancaster attendant whispering against my legs. It felt like a costume. I was playing a part in a play where everyone knew their lines except me.The gathering before the ritual was a spectacle of power. Alphas and their entourages from allied packs milled about, their conversations a low, predatory hum. I saw nods of calculated respect, handshakes that were more like arm-wrestles, and eyes that scanned the room not for friends, but for threats. My skin prickled. My power, that restless, crackling thing I was only beginning to understand, stirred uneasily in my chest. It didn’t like the crowd. It didn’t like the pressure.I sought a sliv

Bastien's POV(Special Chapter) The world is made of pain and the taste of my own blood. It’s a simple truth, carved into me over weeks in the dark. But the pain isn’t the worst part. The worst part is the knowing. The awful, gut-churning clarity that hits you when the lies are stripped away, and all you’re left with is the rotting truth. I’d gone chasing ghosts. After Lana left, after Red Creek became a tomb of Ronan’s guilt and Jessica’s smug anticipation, I couldn’t breathe. I needed noise, chaos, a fight that wasn’t this silent, poisonous war of glances and politics. I went to the edges of our territory, following whispers of Night Fang scouts. I wanted a clean enemy. Someone I could hit. They were waiting for me. It wasn’t a skirmish. It was an ambush, so perfectly executed it felt like a dance I’d stupidly agreed to join. They didn’t try to kill me. They herded me, corralled me with silver-laced nets and wolfsbane gas, until I collapsed, choking on my own failing strength. Wh

Lana's POV The magic’s declaration didn’t just ring in the hall. It slammed into me, a physical blow to the chest that stole the air from my lungs. “The child bears Ronan Lancaster’s blood.” Each word was a shard of glass, scraping down the inside of my ribs. I stared at the beautiful, twisting column of light, the majestic wolf, the silvery thread, the cradled, beating pulse of the child. It was a masterpiece of lies. A luminous, undeniable fraud. And it was being accepted as holy writ. My own power, the Fox instinct that had screamed the truth to me with such violent clarity, recoiled. It wasn’t just disagreement; it was violation. The magic in the air felt thick, cloying, wrong. Like perfume over a corpse. My lightning, subdued and wary since the earlier backlash, gave a feeble, sickened flutter in my veins, then burrowed deep, as if hiding from the abomination. I couldn’t look at the light. My eyes found Ronan. He stood, a statue carved from shadow and obligation, within the

Lana's POV The hallway outside Ronan’s study stretched like a tunnel into nothing. My footsteps made no sound. The world had been muted, the colors leached away. I walked, one foot in front of the other, guided by some residual instinct for self-preservation that operated separately from the shattered wreck of my mind. You are no longer under the protection of the Lancaster Alpha. His words weren’t just a dismissal. They were an un-making. They erased the last fragile claim I had to this world, to him, to the little girl sleeping somewhere in this stone fortress. They declared me an outsider, a contaminant to be expelled. And I had walked away without crying. The tears were there, a vast, salt ocean locked behind a dam of sheer, unyielding shock. To cry would have been to acknowledge the pain, and the pain was a black hole that would swallow me whole if I let it get even a fingernail’s grip. Kaelia fell into step beside me, her presence a solid, warm pressure against the crushing