Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha of My Heart: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Samantha fell into darkness so quickly it felt like being pulled beneath a raging current. Her consciousness slipped away, separating from her body as if someone had cut the tether that held her together.She couldn’t feel the stone floor anymore.Couldn’t feel the rogue pinning her down.Couldn’t feel her torn clothing or the cold biting her skin.But she felt something.A heartbeat.Massive.Ancient.Steady as moonrise.Then a voice, deep and feminine, layered with power that felt older than the packlands themselves.“I’m here.”Samantha reached toward the voice, but it engulfed her. Warm. Wild. Vast.Then nothing.The cell was no longer still.A sound, low, guttural, vibrating with murderous promise, ripped through the dark. The rogues stumbled backwards as silver light burst from Samantha’s chest, streaking across her skin like living fire.Her bones cracked.Muscles twisted.Her scream sank into a snarl that shook the air.Then, with a sound like thunder unleashed at close range,

The healer’s wing was wrapped in a tense, aching silence when footsteps thundered down the hallway. Adrian didn’t turn, he felt the approaching presence long before the door burst open. Cade all but stumbled inside. “Sam!” His voice cracked like something breaking inside him. He rushed toward the bed where Samantha lay unconscious, pale beneath the blankets, her wrists wrapped, her breaths shallow but steady. Cade reached out to touch her but a snarl ripped from Adrian, feral and violent. Cade froze mid-step. Adrian’s hand clamped around his wrist with alpha strength. “Don’t touch her.” Cade’s head snapped toward him, eyes wild. “What do you mean don’t touch her? She’s my sister! You have no right!” “You can look,” Adrian growled, “but you will not lay a hand on her.” Before Cade could fire back, another presence filled the doorway. Rowan. He stepped inside slowly, gaze sweeping from the blood staining Samantha’s hair to Adrian’s blocking stance to Cade trembling with barel

There was no pain. No sound. No light. Only a floating sensation, weightless, suspended, as though her body had been left behind somewhere far, far away. Samantha felt herself drifting through an endless dark, neither warm nor cold, neither comforting nor frightening. Just… empty. For a moment she wondered if this was death. If the rogues had succeeded. If she had disappeared from the world the same way she always feared she would; quietly, unnoticed, inconvenient. But then, a soft glow pulsed somewhere in the distance. Warm. Alive. Calling to her. She drifted toward it, slow at first… then faster as her heartbeat, wherever her body was, responded. She reached out instinctively, fingers brushing against the subtle shimmer. The darkness peeled away like mist. And she was standing in a forest. A forest made of silver. Moonlight dripped from every leaf, the trees glowing softly, their branches swaying even though no wind touched them. Beneath her feet, the grass sparkled like

Priscilla’s room looked like a storm had torn through it. The wardrobe doors hung off their hinges. Dresses and training uniforms lay shredded across the floor. Her mirror, once spotless and framed with silver, was cracked into a hundred jagged pieces, each shard reflecting the same thing: Rage. Betrayal. Jealousy burning like wildfire. Priscilla grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it at the wall. It exploded into glittering fragments. “He chose her!” she screamed, voice raw. “That useless, wolfless girl, he actually chose her!” Another object, a perfume bottle, went flying, smashing against the mirror. Glass rained to the floor. Her breaths came in ragged, furious sobs. If the rogues had done their job, if they had just taken Sam far from here and done what they were supposed to, none of this would be happening. Adrian would see clearly. He’d stop being blinded by that girl’s pathetic innocence and return to the path he was meant to take. With her. With Priscilla Talon, th

The hallway outside the healer’s wing was too quiet for a pack house that had spent two days in a state of heightened tension. Adrian closed the healer’s door behind him with a quiet click, the sound sharp in the stillness. The moment the door shut, his entire demeanor shifted. The concern he had shown inside vanished, replaced by the cold composure of an Alpha. Luka stood a few steps away, shoulders squared, posture stiff with unease. Next to him, Priscilla held herself rigid, chin lifted but eyes too bright, as though the courage she tried to display was held together by thin threads. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her breathing shallow, signs of her earlier breakdown. The instant she saw Adrian, she moved as if to step forward. “Adria—” “Alpha.” The correction came like a blade, sharp and final. “You lost your right to call me by my name.” Priscilla froze, the rest of her intended sentence dying on her tongue. Luka lowered his gaze, accepting the reprimand meant for her. A