All Chapters of The Last Of Her Pack: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Eran POVThe cell never truly went quiet.Even when the halls above settled and the guards’ footsteps faded into memory, the stones still breathed. They held sound and the echoes of wolves who had been dragged down here and left to rot. I’d woken some time ago, my body stiff and screaming, the dull ache running deep beneath my skin like a second pulse.Pain I could handle.It was the denial that sat heavier.I paced the length of the cell, boots scraping against the floor, chains at my wrists clinking softly as I moved. Every step sent a jolt through my ribs, my shoulder protesting where it had been wrenched back too far. Lincoln hadn’t been gentle. He never was when he’s carrying out Eryx orders.My brother had done it again.Locked me away. Stripped me of freedom with a single command, as if I were some reckless beast who couldn’t be trusted with air or choice. Worse than the cell was what he’d taken from me.My teeth ground together as I turned sharply, fist slamming into the stone

Lincoln POVI shut the door to my room with more force than necessary and leaned my forehead against the door for a brief second, letting the day finally catch up with me. Everything ached in that quiet way that came from being on edge for too long. Too many thoughts. Too many things left unsaid.I crossed the room and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the chair by the window. The mirror caught me before I could look away. I barely recognized the man staring back, jaw tight, shoulders drawn, eyes shadowed with things I hadn’t slept away in years. I exhaled slowly and reached for the light, clicking it off.Moonlight spilled in instantly in my room, stretching across the floor and climbing the walls. It softened the room. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the pack house settling for the night.The knock came hard, Not hesitant or polite.I was off the bed in a heartbeat.I yanked the door open, irritation already on my tongue, an

Athena POVI walked back toward the room slowly, every step measured as though the wrong sound might draw attention I could not survive. The corridor felt longer than it had before. My skin still crawled, nerves buzzing as if I had escaped something that had left its imprint beneath my flesh.I was almost there.“Athena.”Lincoln’s voice cut through the quiet night.I stopped so abruptly my body forgot how to move. My heart slammed once. For a moment, I couldn’t even turn. I stood frozen, my back to him, the memory of rough hands and hot breath rising up so violently it made my vision blur.“Where are you coming from?” he asked.It was late. Too late for wandering. Too late for excuses.I forced myself to face him. My limbs felt wrong, heavy, as if they belonged to someone else. The image flashed through my mind without permission, Eran’s friend or guard blocking my path, his low growl vibrating against my spine as he circled me like prey. The way he’d leaned in, inhaling deeply, his

Eryx POVI unlock the cell just after sunrise.The lock clicks loud in the quiet hall. Eran is already on his feet, leaning against the bars like he knew I was coming. His face is calm. Too calm. That same smug look sits on his mouth, like he’s been entertained all night.“Get out,” I say.He steps forward, slow, chains dragging behind him. I undo them one by one. He watches my hands and not my face.“You’re free,” I tell him. “For now. You behave, or you’re right back here.”His lips twitch. A smirk. Of course.“And stay away from the females,” I add. My voice stays flat. “All of them.”That smirk widens like I’ve amused him. He straightens, rolls his shoulders once, then walks past me.He doesn’t say a word.I watch his back disappear down the corridor, my jaw tight. Lincoln is waiting outside the cell block. He takes one look at my face and doesn’t ask questions.The pack is already gathering in the yard when we step out. Wolves, shifters, all of them forming loose lines. The air f

Eryx POVI sit behind my desk, elbows resting on the wood, flipping through paper after paper. Territory disputes. Supply counts. Guard rotations. Names I recognize. Names I don’t. I sign where I need to, make short notes in the margins, push finished files to the side. The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of paper and the ticking clock on the wall.I check the time. My jaw tightens.I was beginning to miss Rachael. I flip another page. Close it then Open a new file. Read the first line and shove it aside without finishing. My fingers tap once on the desk before I stop myself. I had told her I would stay but she told me to go attend to pack matters. The door opens without a knock.I look up.Lincoln steps inside. His shirt is torn at the shoulder. There’s dried blood near his collar. His face is tight, eyes sharp.I’m on my feet before he closes the door.“What happened?”He swallows. “I was attacked. Just outside the pack hospital.”The room goes still.“Who?” I ask.“I did