Semua Bab Protector of the Alpha's cursed heir. : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Dante hesitated for a heartbeat and he kept looking back. "Dad— you've got to come with me""Boy, I'm dead— go back to where you belong now!" He yelled.Dante saw his father turn back to the witches, saw Theron's body start to change. His bones cracked and his muscles reshaped, the former Alpha let his wolf out. His wolf's fur exploded all over his skin. He looked so terrifying like this in his wolf form.The big wolf that was Theron Zerok threw himself at the rest of the witches, buying Dante time to escape.Dante finally ran.The voices in his head chased him down that impossible corridor."The debt remains, Dante Zerok. The debt remains..."Behind him, his father's howl shook the cemetery—it was fierce and heartbreaking.***Dante jerked upright on the bed, gasping like he had been underwater for hours."Dad—" His father's name tore out of his throat before he was even fully awake.Sweat glued his hair to his forehead, soaking through his bed sheets. His heart raced so loudly. It

Dante's car pulled up to the family estate. It was a Mercedes-AMG GT— black and impossibly clean. Dante's car matched his personality—Sophisticated. Every inch of it was spotless. The interior was black leather, not a crumb or speck of dust anywhere, everything organised and precisely in its place.It was perfect. Just like everything else Dante owned.He stopped the engine and sat there for a moment, hands still gripping the steering wheel. He hadn't stopped thinking since he left his apartment.Through the tall windows of the estate, he could see his brothers inside. Waiting. They'd gotten here before him even though he'd been driving like his life depended on it.Dante took a breath, then another, trying to steady himself, and he also told himself that he wouldn't bring up the nightmare. The nightmare was still too close. He could still feel those skeletal hands grabbing him, still see his father, still hear the witches' voices echoing inside his head.He got out of the car and he

Dante instantly grabbed Peggy's wrist."So fix him!" Dante snapped. "You're a witch, right? Do a healing spell or something!...Save his life.""I can help him," Peggy said quickly. "I can heal him. But I'll need—""Then do it!—Do it now! Dante yelled. "What are you waiting for?"Kael was trying to lift Alpha, trying to be gentle but also knowing they needed to move now. "Help me get him to the car. Now."Dante grabbed Alpha's legs while Kael took his shoulders. Alpha’s head lolled to the side, completely limp. They carried him as carefully as they could out of the cabin, down the porch steps, across the lawn where five unconscious guards still lay scattered.Dante threw his car keys to Peggy, and she ran ahead and opened the back door of Dante's Mercedes.They laid Alpha across the back seat. His breathing was getting worse—more ragged, and more laboured."Okay— you should do the healing spell now." Dante said, turning to Peggy. "Now heal him."Peggy bit her lip. "I can't do it here.

"Is this supposed to happen?" Dante asked."Yes!" Peggy said quickly. "The potion is forcing his bones back into place and repairing the internal damage. It's supposed to hurt. Hold him down!"Dante grabbed Alpha’s shoulders. Kael rushed forward and took his legs. Annie held his hand, tears streaming down her face, whispering, "I'm here, I'm here, you're okay—"Alpha jerked again, his body twisting, and there were horrible cracking sounds as bones shifted and realigned. His breathing came in ragged gasps. Blood trickled from his nose.Then, slowly, the convulsions stopped.Alpha’s body relaxed. His breathing evened out. The grey pallor started to fade from his skin, replaced by a healthier colour. The wounds on his body began to close. Peggy's potion had repaired the worst of the damage.His eyes opened—they were clear, bright and alive."Annie," he breathed.Annie sobbed and threw her arms around him—carefully, but she couldn't help herself. "You scared me so much—"Alpha wrapped one

A black Bentley Continental GT pulled up to the sleek glass tower at exactly 9:35 AM.The Zerok Brortherz Technologies headquarters rose thirty stories into the Seattle skyline—all sharp angles and reflective glass that caught the morning sun. The company logo gleamed above the main entrance: a stylised "Z" that looked almost like a claw mark.The driver came around to open the back door, but Alpha was already stepping out before he could reach it."Thank you, Joe," Alpha said, adjusting his cufflinks. "Pick me up at seven tonight.""Yes, Mr. Zerok."Killian Zerok looked nothing like the man who had crushed a witch's heart in his bare hand yesterday. Today, he wore a burgundy Brioni suit tailored so precisely. A crisp white shirt. A floral tie with a subtle pattern. Well-polished John Lobb shoes. A Vacheron Constantin watch that cost more than most people's cars sat on his wrist.He looked exactly like what he was supposed to be: a thirty-year-old tech billionaire worth thirty billio