Semua Bab Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers: Bab 71 - Bab 76

Ronan's POVShe was gone, just like that and not even leaving a trace of her behind. It was infuriating in many. The silence she left behind was filled with a thousand ghosts as her scent lingered in the halls and every damn corner I turned. The echo of her laugh, the memory of her footfall on the stair, the indent of her body on the other side of my bed were all weapons now, tearing at the cold, hard shell I was trying to forge.I threw myself into work. It was the only engine that could run on the fuel of my anger. Patrol schedules were tripled. Training regimens became brutal, unforathing marathons that left even seasoned warriors vomiting in the dirt. I reviewed every border treaty, every alliance, with a nit-picking, hostile scrutiny. Delegations from neighboring packs left with their tails between their legs, insulted by my cold, dismissive tone.The pack walked on glass. They had wanted their unbreakable Alpha back? They were getting him, forged in the fires of a bitterness so

Lana's POV I forgot he was a wolf and not just a wolf but Ronan's brother. The scent would definitely give it away even if anything else didn't. Bastien’s question hung between us, a landmine I’d tripped with my clumsy lie, stupid lie. His eyes, usually so warm and trusting, were sharp with a hurt that cut deeper than anger. My mind raced. Denial was pointless. He knew. He’d smelled the truth, literally and figuratively. A better lie, a believable one, was my only shield. I let my shoulders slump, injecting a tremor into my voice. “He… he showed up. I didn’t let him in. He was at the door. He said he was just checking the perimeter, that with the Witch still out there, he needed to verify our security himself.” I wrapped my arms around myself, a picture of rattled vulnerability. “He was gone in two minutes. I was going to tell you, but you looked so tired when you came in, and I didn’t want to worry you over something that was nothing. It just… shook me up.” I watched his face, se

Lana's POV Bastien was angry and it was getting very visible. The air on the busy sidewalk cracked with a tension no one around us could perceive and it was probably for the best. Maison, to his credit, didn’t flinch. He merely looked Bastien up and down with the same detached, assessing glance he’d given me, a slight, unimpressed smirk playing on his lips. He saw a large, angry man. He didn’t see the werewolf, the warrior, the brother of an Alpha. “No problem at all,” Maison drawled, his voice smooth as polished glass. “Just concluding some business. You are…?” “Her partner,” Bastien bit out, the word ‘partner’ sounding more like ‘owner.’ “Charmed,” Maison said, his tone implying the exact opposite. His gaze flicked to me, that calculating gleam returning. “I can see you have… robust security, Ms. Hubbard. How modern.” The insult was veiled in civility, a skill Bastien lacked entirely. “Bastien, it’s fine,” I said, stepping forward and placing a hand on his rock-hard forearm.