Semua Bab The Runaway Alpha Daughter:Christmas With The Ruthless Mate : Bab 41 - Bab 49

Stefan returned to the estate and went straight for the Alpha’s study.He knocked once, briefly, then stepped inside.To his surprise, Kadel was still there.The Alpha sat hunched over the table, his broad shoulders slumped, his head lowered as though sleep had taken him where exhaustion could not be ignored.Stefan took a step closer. “Alpha…” he said softly.Kadel slowly raised his head.The moment their eyes met, Stefan felt his chest split open.There was no anger in his Alpha’s face.No strength or command. Only deep worry… and something that looked painfully like regret.Stefan’s throat tightened.How am I supposed to tell him this now? he thought desperately. How do I break such a devastating truth when he already looks this broken?“Stefan,” Kadel’s voice said quietly, pulling him back.“What is it?”Stefan opened his mouth—but no words came out. “I… I just…” he stuttered, then forced himself to speak. “I came to check on you, Alpha.”Kadel stared at him. Long. Sharp. Knowing.

The moment the chamber door shut behind them, Lyria straightened.Her fainting vanished as though someone had flipped a switch.She grabbed Kaden’s hands and laughed breathlessly, pulling him into a tight embrace.“It worked,” she whispered excitedly. “They believed it.”Kaden smirked, hugging her back. “Of course they did. Father is gone. The pack is already shaking.”But suddenly, Lyria stiffened.She pulled away, her smile faltering as fear crept into her eyes. She began pacing the room, wringing her fingers.“The healer,” she muttered. “What if she examines his body? What if she finds something strange?”Kaden caught her shoulders firmly, forcing her to look at him.“Enough,” he said calmly. “You’re safe. I won’t let anyone touch you. No one will dare accuse the Luna while I’m here.”Her breathing steadied. Slowly, she nodded.Meanwhile, the council hall was in chaos.An emergency bell had summoned the elders, and they arrived in waves—some pale with shock, some furious, others wh

Back at BloodFall Pack, the clang of steel still echoed faintly through the courtyard.Devon rolled his shoulders as he stepped out of the training grounds, sweat clinging to his shirt. The elite unit Draven had ordered was shaping well—faster, deadlier, disciplined to the bone. Exactly how Draven liked his warriors.Phil followed behind him, cracking his neck. “If Draven doesn’t praise this team when he gets back, I’ll assume he’s finally gone blind.”Devon snorted softly but said nothing as he reached the study door and slid the key into the lock.Just as he turned it—“Beta Devon!”Saxon came running down the corridor, breath uneven, his usual composure fractured. The urgency in his stride alone made Devon’s hand freeze on the key.Devon turned sharply. “What happened?”Without a word, Saxon held out a sealed letter.Phil leaned in, squinting—then burst out laughing. “Crestmoon Pack?” he scoffed. “What now? Another complaint about finding the runaway princess or some ceremonial non

The hall nodded in agreement.“He already leads patrols, and the warriors trust him.”“He’s level-headed.”“He protected the pack even while accused.”Every sentence was a slap.Kaden’s breathing grew heavier.“You… want him?” he said slowly.“Yes,” Marrok replied. “For now.”“It’s tradition. Prove yourself first.”“Learn responsibility. Then we talk about coronation.”Kaden stared at Stefan like he’d just discovered a snake beside him.Stefan simply bowed slightly.“I have no desire for the throne. I only serve the pack.” He was calm and respectful.Which somehow made Kaden angrier.“You’re lying,” Kaden hissed.Silence. Then— “You’re all lying!” He slammed the table.BANG.“Don’t think I’m blind!” His finger pointed wildly at the elders. “You’ve been colluding with him from the start!”Gasps erupted.“You plan to steal power from the royal family!” Treason! Conspiracy! Maybe you poisoned my father together!”The hall erupted.“Watch your mouth, boy! How dare you!”“We served your g

The change in Draven was subtle at first — so subtle that anyone else would have missed it.But Philipa didn’t.She had grown used to him the way one grows used to the moon — always there, quiet, constant, watching.So when that presence shifted even slightly, she felt it immediately.Throughout the evening drill, while Rowan complained dramatically about combat test approaching fast, and another student passing ridiculous notes across to anotheron the field, her attention kept drifting toward the front row where Draven usually stand behind Boorman.He was there. Same straight posture.Same unreadable face.Yet something felt… wrong.She could tell he wasn’t listening. Wasn’t even pretending to pay attention like he normally did.He simply stared throughthefield, eyes distant, jaw tight, as though his thoughts were somewhere far beyond the academy walls.Philipa caught his gaze once and offered him a small smile.He looked away, too quickly. Her smile faded.That had never happened bef