Semua Bab The Alpha's Dirty Little Secret No More: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Killian's POVMy wolf let out a dying howl inside me.It was refusing."Stop."Vivian froze. "Killian? The full moon is about to rise…""My wolf is rejecting the bond." I clutched my chest. "Pause the ceremony. I need ten minutes."Ignoring the uproar from the hundreds of guests, I turned and strode toward the back room.I had to find her.Even if the bond was broken, even if she moved, someone had to know where she was.Maya. Freya's only friend.I kicked the door to the lounge open.When Maya saw me, there was no surprise in her eyes. Only pure, undisguised mockery."What's wrong, Alpha?" Maya smirked. "Looking for a cure for regret? Too bad they don't sell one."I lunged, grabbing her by the throat and hoisting her into the air.My Alpha presence exploded in the small space."Where is she?" My eyes were bloodshot. "Don't lie to me. I know you know.""I have nothing to say to you.""Do you want me to cast you out of the pack? Make you a Rogue?" I snarled.Maya looked at me and sudden

Freya's POVThe first night I arrived in Lyon, I realized how different Silvermoon was from Blackwood.There was no oppressive hierarchy here, no sick obsession with so-called "pure bloodlines."Adrian picked me up from the airport himself.When he took my suitcase, his fingertips accidentally brushed the back of my hand. My inner wolf didn't snarl with alarm like it would with a strange Alpha.Instead, it let out a soft, contented whimper.It felt like a weary traveler finally finding a hearth to warm her soul."Freya," Adrian said suddenly in the car, his hands on the wheel. "I know you're not ready for this, but I have to be honest."He glanced at me, his deep blue eyes completely serious."Believe it or not, my wolf has recognized you as its Mate."I stared at him, shocked. "But… my bond with Killian…""That bond wasn't a mistake. It was a test. A trial from the Moon Goddess," Adrian’s voice was gentle but firm. "And I'm the reward."My heart pounded in my chest.Over the next few

Killian's POVI woke up the next morning in the hotel's presidential suite with a splitting headache.The red wine stains were still on my shirt, like dried blood."Alpha, we have a problem."My beta burst in without knocking, holding a classified, express-delivered file."The High Council just issued a Red Warrant," he said, his face pale. "For Vivian Russell."I paused for a second, then sneered. "I sent the video yesterday. She colluded with rogues. A warrant is what she deserves.""No, it's more than just the video." The beta handed me the file. "It was Freya. She submitted… a kill file. Enough to bury the entire Russell family."I took the file, my heart sinking with every word I read.For years, right under my nose, Freya had used her access as my manager to build a case against Vivian. A kill file.It wasn't just the Wolfsbane that night.It was a corporate espionage case from three years ago—Vivian had sold Blackwood secrets to a rival pack.A border skirmish from two years ago

Killian's POVI went to France with the "Moonlight Scepter."It was a staff encrusted with blue sapphires, a symbol of the Blackwood pack's supreme authority.Only the most revered Lunas in history were worthy of holding it.To hold it was to have the power to command the pack's armies and its wealth.It was the last chip I had to play.I was going to repay what I owed her, a thousand times over.I found Freya in the garden of the Silvermoon estate.She was sitting on a bench, basking in the sun with a book on her lap.The sunlight on her made her look like a beautiful illusion.The moment she saw me, the smile on her face vanished.Adrian wasn't there. It was just the two of us.I ran toward her, throwing all caution to the wind.I stopped three feet away from her.Then, under her shocked gaze, I fell to my knees before her.An Alpha kneels for no one. But this wasn't submission. This was utter surrender.With trembling hands, I raised the scepter, offering it up like a sinner begging

Killian's POVI passed out in the flowerbed outside the apartment building and slept through the night.The morning sun stung my eyes, waking me from the hungover haze.The most intense night of the rut was over.But I wished I was still lost in the madness.Because being lucid meant facing the vile creature I was last night—a man who tried to rape his own destined mate.A black sedan pulled out of the underground garage. It was Adrian's car.Through the window, I saw Freya in the passenger seat.She wore a high-collared sweater. A deliberate choice to hide the bruises on her throat, a silent accusation.Her profile was cold, her gaze fixed forward. She didn't even glance at the pathetic wreck of a man crouched by the roadside."Freya!"I don't know where the strength came from, but I scrambled out of the bushes and threw myself in front of the car.The screech of tires was deafening.The car stopped just inches from my knees.Adrian lowered the window, his eyes glacial. "If you want t