Semua Bab I want this Alpha: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The council didn’t so much deliberate as it did fracture.Voices overlapped, rose, snapped. The old problems that people had with each other started to come out. They made it sound like they were just worried. Fear was hiding behind what sounded like reasons. I stood at the head of the room, hands braced on the table that had scratches all over it, jaw locked so tight it ached.“She’s blessed,” one elder insisted, palm thumping the table. “The Moon doesn’t mark wolves without reason.”“And the Moon doesn’t clean up the mess when power goes wrong,” another shot back. “You saw the flames. You felt them. That wasn’t normal.”Nothing about her has ever been normal, my wolf snarled.I said nothing.Inside me, my wolf paced like a caged thing, claws scraping the inside of my ribs. Claim her. Stand between her and every threat. Burn the room down if you have to. His rage wasn’t subtle. Neither was his fear.“She’s an unstable weapon,” someone else said, not even bothering to lower their voic

The compound had started to feel like a place that was building up a lot of tension. It seemed like something bad was going to happen. It was like a pot of water that was getting hotter and hotter and it felt like it was going to boil over at any moment.The engines were really loud now. Patrol bikes were always going at all hours of the day and night. Their headlights shone through the darkness, like eyes that were always watching. The people who used to be happy and laugh were now just standing in corners looking worried. When I walked by everyone stopped talking. The air even felt different, it was heavy and uncomfortable. It was like people could sense that something was wrong even before they really thought about it. The engines, the patrol bikes and the whole situation were just making everyone feel uneasy and scared.I really did not like that feeling. It meant that my pack felt like they were being hunted. My pack was what mattered to me. When they felt like they were in dange

Corvin lived exactly where men like him always did—half a mile past where the road gave up pretending it was useful.I parked my bike beside a crooked fence that looked like it had lost more fights than it had won and killed the engine. The sudden quiet pressed in, thick and watchful. The woods around his cabin felt older than IronClaw, older than the council, older than my patience.“Of course you live in a horror story,” I muttered, pulling off my helmet.The door opened before I knocked.Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me.“Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.”I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.”He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”Inside smelled like smoke, herbs, and old oil. A biker shrine met a shaman’s den—candles beside engine parts, bones h

I first noticed something was off when Jasper stopped pretending everything was fine.He did that thing where he leaned against the railing outside the command hall, arms crossed, jaw set like he was bracing for impact. Beta posture without the warmth. Brother posture without the patience. I should have known then that he’d found something out.“You’re meeting Corvin,” he said, no greeting, no preamble. Just dropped it between us like a live wire.I didn’t turn around. The compound was loud behind me, engines revving, metal clanking, wolves laughing too hard to drown out nerves. Normal noise. Necessary noise. “Careful,” I said. “You sound like you’re accusing your Alpha of gossip.”He snorted. “If you were gossiping, this pack would already be dead.”That got me to face him. His eyes were sharp, searching, the same eyes that had watched my back in blood and fire. “How do you know?”“You forget I still have friends who don’t report everything straight to you,” he said. “Retired shaman

The room felt smaller the moment I stepped into it.Not because of walls or elders or the way their attention snapped to me like a pulled trigger, but because Enid was standing there, back straight, chin lifted, fire barely leashed behind her eyes. The bond surged, sharp and furious, like it had been waiting for this exact second to remind me what I was risking.I didn’t look at her. Not yet. If I did, I wouldn’t stop.The council chamber buzzed with half-raised voices, accusation layered over fear. Someone was saying cursed. Someone else was saying unstable. I heard my pack spoken about like a problem to be solved instead of people who bled for this territory.Enough.I moved forward, boots striking wood with deliberate weight, and placed myself between Enid and the elders before anyone could object. It wasn’t a gesture I planned. It just happened, instinct louder than reason.Every gaze locked on me.“Alpha,” one of the elders began.“No,” I said, voice calm and cutting, the way it