Alle Kapitel von Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers: Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

Lana's POV The training is getting harder. Not physically though the exercises Maison puts me through are brutal enough. Hours of meditation, of reaching for the lightning and pulling it back, of learning to feel the difference between Fox power and my own raw emotions. No, the difficulty is deeper. Every session peels back another layer of what I am, what I can become, and the revelations are not always comfortable. Today, I'm learning to sense beyond myself. "Close your eyes," Maison instructs, standing just outside the rune circle. "Reach outward. Not with intention, not with purpose. Just... feel. Let your awareness expand like water seeking its level. Don't direct it. Don't control it. Just let it flow." I've been at this for two hours. My head aches. My concentration keeps fragmenting. But slowly, gradually, I'm learning to let go. The room fades. The candles dim in my awareness. The stone walls, the iron-bound door, the distant sounds of the compound, all of it recedes. A

Lana's POV The bond doesn't scream anymore. After I loosened it, after I created space between Ronan's presence and my own, the connection settled into something manageable. A distant echo. A scar instead of an open wound. I've learned to live with it, to feel it without being consumed by it. But tonight, something is different. I'm in the training room, practicing the new techniques Maison has been teaching me. Fox fire, a different expression of my power, warmer than lightning, more focused. It dances across my palms as I work to control its intensity, to shape it into something deliberate rather than reactive. Then the bond lurches. Not the alarm of before. Something deeper. Shock. Profound, world-altering shock, traveling along the connection like a seismic wave. It's not directed at me, Ronan isn't reaching out, isn't calling for me. But the intensity of what he's feeling is so overwhelming that it bleeds through the barriers I've built. I gasp, the Fox fire extinguishing

Bastien's POV(Special Chapter) The suppression magic is a weight on my chest. Not painful, exactly. More like being constantly held underwater, the pressure, the resistance, the endless effort required to simply exist. Morwen's work is subtle but effective. My wolf is there, somewhere deep, but every time I reach for it, every time I try to shift or even tap into its strength, the magic pushes back. A gentle, implacable no. I've been in this cell for what feels like forever. The days blur together, marked only by the arrival of food trays and the occasional visit from guards who won't meet my eyes. I've learned to track time by the quality of the light that seeps through the single high window, gray for dawn, brighter for midday, golden for afternoon, dark for night. Right now, the light is golden. Late afternoon. Another day in paradise. But something is changing. I feel it before I can name it, a shift in the air, a tremor in the magical fabric that surrounds this place. The s

Ronan's POV The world tears. Not metaphorically. Not emotionally. The actual fabric of reality, the magical bonds that have been woven around this child, this pregnancy, this lie, tears. I feel it in my chest first. That connection to the baby, the one forged by the corrupted ritual, the one that's been fraying for days, it doesn't just loosen. It rips. Like a wound reopening. Like a chain being shattered. The pain is immediate and absolute. I stagger, catching myself against one of the pillars near the manor's entrance. Around me, wolves are shouting, moving, reacting to the impossible scene unfolding on the lawn. But I barely hear them. All I can feel is the tearing, the unraveling, the terrible freedom of having a lie ripped from my soul. And through it all, I see her. Lana stands at the center of the wedding grounds, crowned in light gold and silver lightning that dances around her like living things. Her hands are raised, her eyes closed, her lips moving in words I can't h

Lana's POV The silence is worse than the screaming. For a moment, a single, eternal moment, the world holds its breath. The wolves on the lawn freeze mid-motion. The churning sky pauses its relentless dance. Even the lightning, my lightning, seems to wait, uncertain. And in that silence, I feel it. The baby's heartbeat isn't faltering anymore. It's stopping. Not completely, there's still a flicker, still a thread of life fighting against the darkness but the rhythm is gone. The strength is fading. The child I've been connected to for weeks, the innocent life at the center of this nightmare, is dying. No. The word isn't spoken. It's felt. A denial so profound it shakes the foundations of my soul. I move before I think. Before I calculate. Before I consider the consequences. My feet carry me across the grass toward Jessica, toward the baby, toward the only thing that matters in this moment. Jessica looks up as I approach, her face a ruin of tears and terror. For once, there's no