Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Lana's POV Time seemed to slow down as the nightmare starred right in front of us happening in real-time. The wolfs charge was aggressive and a blur of activities. Ronan looked like he didn't want to hurt the young wolf as he couldn't exactly control his shift but the real question was how did he get here? Who let him out? Just when I felt my chest tighten as the wolf charged at us. Ronan moved. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t shout a command. He simply placed his body between the beast and me. It was an instinctual, absolute act of protection that stole what little air I had left. The wolf, its mind gone, didn’t see its Alpha; it saw an obstacle. It slammed into Ronan with the force of a truck. The sound was sickening grunt of pain from Ronan, a snarl of rage from the wolf. They became a whirlwind of snapping jaws and slashing claws. Ronan was holding back, I could see it. He was trying to subdue, not kill, one of his own pack members, even in this state. A brutal, one-sided wrestl

Lana's POV Bastien's kiss was warm, soft, tender, it was gentle and understanding and very different from the violent and cold passion I had with Ronan. It lasted for only a few seconds but it felt so good that I forgot about matebonds and prophecies and deadly rivals. I let myself feel wanted, and in my shattered state, I wanted him back. The sanctuary was obliterated by a roar of pure, undilated rage. We sprang apart, but it was too late. Ronan stood framed in the arched doorway, his form vibrating, his eyes glowing with an unholy amber light. He wasn't just angry; he was feral. "You," he snarled, the word a guttural curse aimed at Bastien. He crossed the distance in a blur. There was no warning, no words. His fist connected with Bastien’s jaw with a sickening crack. Bastien staggered back, but he didn't stay down. The surprise on his face morphed into a fierce, long-suppressed fury of his own. "Enough, Ronan!" Bastien roared, shoving him back. "I'll kill you!" Ronan bellowe

Ronan's POV The confrontation still hung in the air mixed with Jessica's perfume. His final words sounded more like a threat than any other thing. His words kept echoing and replaying over and over again in my head. I needed space. I needed to think because that was the least thing I was doing right now. Idris walked beside me, a silent, mountainous presence. He knew better than to offer empty sympathy. He let the silence stretch, allowing the wind to blow the chaos from my mind. Finally, he spoke, his voice a low rumble. “The pup has teeth, it seems.” I didn’t need to ask who he meant. “She’s reckless. Emotional. She doesn’t understand the consequences of her actions.” “Does she need to understand,” Idris countered, “or does she need to be heard?” He stopped, turning his face toward me. “You cannot command a storm to be calm, Ronan. You can only learn to sail within it. Right now, you are trying to lash it to the dock, and you are tearing your own ship apart in the process. Thi

Ronan's POV Her scent seemed to longer around me for longer than intended. I don't know it if was from how I felt seeing her and Bastien acting so cozy and lovely or if it was from how beautiful she looked tonight and I couldn't even tell her because of my man ego. She smelled like wine and fresh air, very different from the faint smell of wolves that has clung to me throughout the night yet my mind couldn't get over what they might be doing together. My wolf was quite sure that they would probably not cross the line but the irrational part of me thought otherwise considering Bastien and I had always been rivals. The image of her leaning into Bastien, her laugh too bright, her eyes glassy with drink, was a brand on the back of my mind. I’d acted as if she were nothing. Air. It was the only defense I had against the raw, clawing jealousy threatening to break my control. To show any reaction would be to give her power, to admit that her petty rebellion with my brother could actuall

Lana's POV The world didn't slow down. It didn't shatter into a million pieces. It just went very, very still. I saw his hands, the same ones that had been tangled in my hair moments ago, now resting on Jessica’s waist. I saw his lips, which had tasted of my rage and my tears, now pressed against hers. And I saw his eyes, open and looking directly at me over her shoulder. There was no shock in them. No guilt. Only a cold, challenging intensity. As our eyes met, his arms tightened around her, pulling her more against him, deepening the kiss for my benefit. It was a performance. A brutal, calculated move designed to wound. A strange, icy calm settled over me. The heat of our earlier passion, the confusion, the desperate hope that maybe there was something real beneath all the anger all ended in that moment. This was the truth. This was the man he was. A manipulator. A tyrant. A creature who saw love and loyalty as weapons to be wielded. I simply walked past the open doorway, my step