Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Possession: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Adrian's POV I returned to the packhouse with my mind still processing the evidence from the northern building.The glove. The scent transfers. The link between Cassandra and the technician. Everything pointed to a coordinated effort, and I needed time to organize my next move.But time wasn't something I had.My phone buzzed. A message from Councilwoman Marsh.Emergency council meeting. Conference room. One hour.I stared at the screen. An emergency meeting now, when every second mattered in finding Stefan, felt like the worst possible timing.But I couldn't ignore the council. Not when they held authority over pack decisions.I drove back to the packhouse and arrived with ten minutes to spare. The conference wing was already occupied. Several council members sat around the long table, their faces serious. The glass walls made the room feel exposed, like everything happening inside was on display for the entire pack.I took my seat at the head of the table. Tried to project confiden

Adrian's Pov I left the council chamber like I’d been unstitched. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t look at anyone. The hall kept going and going until the weight of the decision had time to set in properly. Losing the title felt like someone had taken a piece of me, it was not just a name on a door. It was permission to open things, to pull threads, to get people to move. Without it everything felt locked behind polite faces and new rules.I went straight to my father’s office because it was the only place that made noise I could stand. The guards did not stop me. They looked at me like you look at someone you have loved and are not sure what you are supposed to do next. The room smelled the same, the only difference was that the air around it no longer hummed with my authority.Maps lay where I had left them, scent notes folded into a corner, paper like a fragile city. Every time I tried to pin the investigation down the bond pinged and pulled, useless and constant. Stefan’s fear thr

Stefan's POVTime had stopped making sense.I couldn't tell how long I'd been held. Days blurred together, marked only by pain, hunger, and brief moments when exhaustion dragged me under. The rooms changed twice. Each one colder than the last. Each one farther from anything that felt like civilization.My captors barely spoke to me. When they entered, they checked my restraints, left food, or warned me not to try anything. Their voices were flat. Professional. Like I was cargo, not a person.The rope around my wrists had left deep marks. Bruises circled my skin in dark rings. My ribs ached from where they'd hit me during the first transfer. My jaw was swollen on one side, making it hard to chew the stale bread they occasionally threw at me.But I didn't let myself give up.I spent hours listening. Counting footsteps. Tracking voices. Learning patterns. Two guards were sloppy, talking too loud, leaving doors open longer than they should. The third was careful. He always checked behind

Stefan's POV I woke up to the sound of voices. My whole body ached. Everything hurt in a way that made it hard to pinpoint what was injured and what was just exhausted. I tried to open my eyes but the light was too bright. I turned my head away and groaned. "He's awake," someone said. Footsteps approached. A hand touched my shoulder gently. "Stefan? Can you hear me?" Tyler's voice. I remembered now. He'd found me on the road. I'd passed out. I forced my eyes open. Squinted against the brightness. Tyler was leaning over me, his face lined with worry. "Where am I?" My voice came out rough. Painful. "Safe house. About thirty miles from where I found you. We couldn't risk taking you back to the pack territory yet." I tried to sit up but my body protested immediately. Pain shot through my ribs and my knee screamed in response. "Easy," Tyler said, helping me settle back against the pillows. "You're pretty banged up. The healer looked at you last night. Said you need rest." I loo

Adrian's POV The packhouse felt emptier every day.I walked through the hallways and saw the changes Ricardo had made. New guards at every corner. Different patrol schedules posted on the walls. Pack members who used to greet me now looked away when I passed.It had only been a few days since the council stripped my position. But it felt longer.I stopped at the main hall and looked at the portrait of my father still hanging on the wall. His face stared back at me with that same stern expression. Unforgiving. Powerful.I wondered what he would think of this. His son lost control of the pack within weeks of taking over. The chaos he'd left behind finally caught up to all of us.The mate bond pulsed in my chest. That same faint relief I'd been feeling since yesterday. Stefan was alive. I knew that much. But I didn't know where he was or if he was truly safe.I pulled out my phone and checked for messages. Nothing from Dawson or Lauren. They were being careful about communication now th