Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Lana's POVThe words hung between us, like all of us. They were half-brothers. It made so much sense with all the aggression Ronan showed towards poor Bastien. Ronan seemed to blame Bastien for everything wrong that happened to him. He probably saw him as a reminder of what he doesn't what to remember. His parents only mistake. Ronan looked as shocked as I felt, his grey eyes wide with the weight of Bastien's words. He'd spoken them as a theory, a desperate attempt to understand Ronan's cruelty, but Ronan's reaction wasn't much of what I'd expected the way he'd gone utterly, terrifyingly still just confirmed it as truth.Ronan didn't deny it.He turned to me."Get inside," he commanded but I didn't move."Lana. Now." This time, with his alpha power.Bastien stepped slightly in front of me, a protective gesture that made Ronan look angry. "This changes nothing about how you've treated her, Ronan. It just explains the depth of your paranoia.""Stay out of this," Ronan snarled. "This is

Lana's POVRonan looked like the monster I have always known he was. His eyes glowed and it wasn't the moons reflection it was the monster he tries suppressing coming out. He was provoked by a betrayal I has even carried out yet and I was pinned not just by his body physically blocking me but this power coming from him.“I wasn’t going to run,” I lied, my voice a thin thread of sound. “I was scared. I just wanted to know if there was a way out if things went bad.”“Liar,” he breathed, the word a hot accusation against my lips. “You delete messages from my enemies. You plot exits. You flirt with my brother to punish me. You think I don’t see the game you’re playing?”“It’s not a game!” The words tore out of me, fueled by a terror that was quickly turning into rage. “You locked me up! You paraded Jessica in front of me! You treat me like a prisoner one minute and your greatest treasure the next! What am I supposed to do, Ronan? What is the correct move in the prison you’ve built for me?

Lana's POV“She asked for me?”The words came out more sarcastic than I intended. This mad woman wanted to chat with the one person she has been trying to sabotage since she got here after letting a pack of wolves off their leech. This woman has gone bunkers.Idris’s expression was granite. “It’s a trap. Or a manipulation. You will not go.”“But if she’s waiting, if she wants to talk…” Suddenly a horrible, cold curiosity gripped me. I wanted to look her in the eye. I wanted to see the face of the person who would set monsters loose on a house with a child in it.“No,” Idris said, his voice final. “Kaelia, you stay with her. Finn, you’re with me. We’ll secure Jessica and bring her to the holding cells. The Alpha and Bastien are already mobilizing the hunting parties in the woods. We need to clean up this mess inside.”He gave me one last, stern look. “Do not leave this wing. Do not engage. Is that clear?”I nodded, my throat tight. He and Finn left.Kaelia guided me not back to the sh

Ronan's POV We moved to another room where we planned strategically. The maps on the table were no longer abstract representations of territory but were battlefields. The four red markers placed across the Black River in Night Fang land were not just missing wolves. “They were waiting,” I said, my voice flat. I traced the river’s curve on the map. “This wasn’t opportunistic. Jessica herds our feral, unstable wolves to a specific extraction point. Night Fang warriors, who just happen to be on a border patrol at the exact right time, collect them. This was coordinated. Pre-arranged.” Bastien leaned over the map, his finger stabbing at our side of the river. “She had help inside. Someone gave her the patrol schedules. Someone made sure the right guards were looking the other way. This was too clean for one outsider to pull off alone.” The idea of a second traitor, a pack member, was a sickness in my gut. But he was right. Idris stroked his beard. “This moves the threat from a d

Lana's POV Blackwood Lodge was less a lodge and more a stone fortress grafted onto the side of a mountain. It was beautiful in a stark, lonely way, all sharp angles and thick, ivy-covered walls. The air was colder, thinner, and so quiet you could hear the wind mourn through the pine trees a mile away. It felt less like a sanctuary and more like a very scenic prison. Dorothy, bless her, saw it as an adventure. “We’re in a castle, Lana!” she’d chirped, her little hands pressed against the cold glass of the massive living room window. “Are there dragons?” “No dragons, sweetheart,” I’d said, forcing a smile. “Just… quiet.” Quiet was the worst part. In the manor, even locked in my room, there was the hum of footsteps, distant voices, the pulse of the pack. Here, there was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the heavy, watchful silence of the six wolves Ronan had sent with us. Zed, the one in charge, was a mountain of a man with a face that looked like it had been carved fr