Semua Bab OH Dear Alpha Brother : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter 22 : The Mate AnaThe instant Desmond’s voice thundered the word mate, something ancient and feral detonated inside me.Heat tore through my veins like wildfire, so intense it felt like my blood was boiling. My heart slammed once—hard enough to steal my breath—then everything shattered in a terrifying, agonizing rush. The sheer pain exploded outward from my core. My vision blurred, then snapped into terrifying clarity, supernaturally sharp. I could hear the river rushing almost a mile away, smell fear pouring off Vera like blood in water, and feel the distinct texture of every single stone beneath my bare feet.My scream ripped out of my throat, but it didn’t sound human. It was a guttural, earth-shaking howl of agony and awakening.Bones cracked. The noise was deafening, sickening. Not one or two—all of them—breaking and reforming like dry wood splintering under crushing pressure. My spine lengthened violently. Muscles tore apart and rebuilt themselves in heartbeats, floodin

Chapter 24 : The Alpha’s ClaimDesmondI woke to the soft glow of morning light slipping through the silk curtains, warm and golden. Ana’s head rested heavily against my shoulder, her breath a slow, steady rhythm against my skin. For a precious moment, everything felt exquisitely quiet. Peaceful. Right.The fresh mating mark on her neck glowed faintly—my mark—etched into her delicate skin like a promise carved by the Moon Goddess herself. Pride swelled painfully in my chest. I couldn’t look at it without feeling the possessive urge to lean down and kiss it again, confirming its existence.Mine.Finally… mine. No one can ever dispute it now.I brushed a loose strand of hair from her cheek, running the pad of my thumb gently over her soft skin, careful not to wake her from her deep, exhausted sleep.Then—BAM. BAM. BAM.A heavy fist pounded against my chamber door, each strike vibrating rudely through the heavy walls. My wolf snapped fully awake with an immediate, furious growl.I slid

Chapter 26 : The FeastAnaSteam clung warmly to my skin as I stepped out of the bathing chamber, the heavy towel still wrapped securely around me. My hair dripped down my back in loose, wet strands. I paused mid-step, my breath catching in my throat.A dress lay waiting on the bed.Not just a dress—a masterpiece.The silk was the deep, rich red of fresh-spilled wine. The neckline dipped in a graceful curve, the back cut low enough to feel utterly sinful, and the sleeves were delicate as spiderweb lace. It shimmered like liquid fire every time the light touched the fine fabric.I approached the bed slowly, cautiously, as though the garment might vanish if I blinked or moved too quickly.My fingers brushed the silk. It felt soft. Cool. Luxurious. It was nothing, absolutely nothing, like the coarse, rough rags I’d been forced into for the last several years.A whisper escaped before I could stop it, a sound of pure wonder.“Wow…”I slipped into it, and the silk glided over my skin so sm

Chapter 28 : The Forbidden StreamAnaOne day after the disastrous dining hall confrontation, and the entire palace felt like it had grown teeth and fangs.Every corridor seemed to hide a malicious whisper. Every whisper carried my name like a vial of potent poison. I couldn’t take a single breath without feeling someone’s hostile stare digging fiercely into the back of my skull. The palace walls felt too close, the air too heavy and suffocating, and I knew that if I stayed inside another second, I was going to break down and scream.So, I grabbed the heavy laundry basket—my pathetic, necessary excuse for fresh air and escape—and slipped out quietly through the side gate toward the less-traveled market road.The moment my feet touched the dirt street, the audible hatred began instantly.“She bewitched the prince,” a woman muttered loudly as I passed, ensuring I heard the accusation.“Cursed blood,” another nearby man spat onto the ground. “Just like her notorious lust mother.”“Whore,

Chapter 30 : The Rogue’s ScentAnaThe sky had turned completely dark by the time the mysterious stranger finally finished scrubbing the last of the wet clothes.I stood a few nervous steps away, shifting constantly from foot to foot, the empty basket clutched tightly in my hands. My stomach twisted tighter with every passing second. Night had fully settled over the forest, thick and heavy, the kind that silently swallowed sound and made every deep shadow feel threateningly alive.If I returned to the palace without everything clean, dry, and properly folded, someone—likely the head maid, or worse, the Queen’s loyalists—would certainly notice the delay.And punishment never came gently in the palace.Finally, he wrung out the last sheet with powerful, economical hands, water dripping back into the river in steady streams. He folded it neatly—too neatly for someone who claimed not to care about civilized chores—and placed it carefully on top of the pile before handing the heavy basket