บททั้งหมดของ Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Ronan's POVThose words stuck in the air between us sounding more like a challenge than a threat. Something about the way she said it made it obvious she wasn't joking, like she had some kind of backing behind her but who could it be. It definitely wasn't any of my brothers. Or was it Kaelia?Did she tell her something about our little secret?I stared her down. Lana. My supposed mate who didn't know what submission meant. This fragile looking breakable human who used to flinch at raised voices and cry over Dorothy's drawing was literally trembling in anger after threatening me like it meant nothing. She looked me dead in the eye and just promised retribution. A part of me was pissed and mortified at the audacity the other part, probably this matebond between us was more in awe of admiration, an unwelcome thrill that seemed exciting.She was learning.We just stood there for a moment, my threat versus her promise. "You," I said, my voice a low, controlled rasp, the calm a stark con

Ronan's POVHer question hung between us sounding like a challenge.Kaelia remained like a statue, her gaze fixed on a point just past my shoulder, wisely staying out of the line of fire. I could feel the lie forming on my lips before I’d even consciously decided to tell it. “We were discussing a potential security breach,” I said, my voice cool and even, the perfect tone of an Alpha dealing with a minor logistical issue. I turned slightly to include Kaelia. “Weren’t we, Kaelia?”To her credit, she didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, Alpha. A perimeter sensor was tripped last night near the eastern ridge. A false alarm, most likely a deer, but protocol demands a review of all personnel movements.”At least that sounded believable.She looked unconvinced. “A sensor?” she repeated, her tone skeptical. “And that required this… intense of a conversation?”“The security of this pack is not a subject I take lightly,” I replied, allowing a sliver of genuine steel to enter my voice. “Every detail, no

Ronan's POV Her words sounded terrifying by the second. My destiny and my doom. They echoed in my mind but she wasn't quite done. "Doom?" I finally managed to rasp, the word a foreign, ugly thing on my tongue. "What doom? Be specific, Felicia. I did not come here for riddles." A dry, crackling laugh escaped her. "The future does not come with a map and clear instructions, Alpha. It comes in whispers and warnings. In blood and starlight." Her violet eyes, still clouded with visions, seemed to look right through me. "You ask for specifics? You, who deals in absolutes? The universe deals in possibilities." "Then give me a possibility I can use!" I snarled, my fists clenching at my sides. The dominant Alpha, used to commanding armies and shaping territories, was utterly powerless before this woman and her maddening vagaries. Her gaze drifted to a large, cloth-covered object on a central pedestal. With a skeletal hand, she pulled away the velvet drape, revealing a sphere of the cleare

Lana's POVThe word 'letter' hung between us, severing the fragile, romantic tension that had begun to weave its spell. My confusion must have been plain on my face.But I had to put my head in the game and ignore the obvious tension and connection between us. "Letter? What letter?" I asked, pulling my hand back from his. The moment was broken, replaced by a new, sharp curiosity.Bastien’s expression tightened with frustration. "The one I gave him yesterday. Plain envelope, no markings. He looked like he’d seen a ghost when he took it. He dismissed me immediately, told me to forget I ever saw it." He ran a hand through his dark hair. "Ronan doesn’t get personal mail. Everything goes through Idris or the pack clerks. This was different. Secret. And he’s been off ever since, which is why he left so abruptly this morning. I thought… I thought he might have told you. That he trusted you with whatever it is."I didn't honestly think it meant anything but the way Bastian made it out to sou

Lana's POV Bastian's words came as a shock but at the same time it wasn't. This romance just got darker with a secretly in love adopted cousin begging for the Alpha's love, it sounded almost predictable especially with the way she acted. This wasn't just a simple affair it was sick and twisted. “Adopted?” I repeated, the word feeling flimsy. “So she’s not… a blood relative.” “Gideon took her in when she was three, after her pack was wiped out in a territorial dispute,” Bastien explained, his voice low. “She grew up with us. She was like a sister. Ronan, especially, was fiercely protective of her. But as we got older, her feelings… changed. They became less sisterly and more… strategic. Ronan never reciprocated. He saw her as family. A duty. But Jess… she’s always been ambitious. And a union with the Lancaster Alpha is the pinnacle of ambition for a woman in her position.” A duty. The same word he used to describe his bond with me. Was that all we were to him? A collection of du