บททั้งหมดของ From Outcast To Alpha's Queen: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Aubrey sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers digging into the silk sheets. The room was too quiet, but outside, the sounds of the pack were changing. Usually, at this hour, Silverstone was settling down. But now, she heard the heavy thud of boots running past her door and the distant, muffled shouts of men.Her heart hammered against her ribs. Travis had told her to stay put, to lock the door and wait for him or Storm. But the commotion was growing louder. Something had gone wrong.She couldn't just sit there. She stood up, her legs still feeling a bit weak, and walked to the door. She turned the lock and pulled it open just a crack.The hallway was a blur of movement. Guards were rushing toward the main stairs, their faces grim. Servants were huddled in corners, whispering and pointing toward the windows that overlooked the training grounds.Aubrey stepped out, her hand resting on her belly. She stopped a young guard who was about to sprint past her."What's going on?" she asked, h

Storm stood in the flickering torchlight of the prison corridor, watching the heavy iron door close on Aubrey. He felt like a coward. He was the Beta of one of the strongest packs in the region, yet he had just put shackles on an innocent, pregnant woman.He pulled his satellite phone from his pocket and walked quickly toward the exit, needing to breathe air that didn't smell like damp stone and misery. He dialed Danica’s number. He knew he had to tell her, but he dreaded the explosion he knew was coming."Storm?" Danica’s voice was bright, though tired. "How are you? You haven't called me since last week."Storm leaned his head against the cold exterior wall of the prison wing. "Danica... listen to me. I need you to stay calm.""Why do you say that when something is wrong?" Her voice sharpened instantly. "What happened?""Aubrey is in prison," Storm said, the words feeling like lead in his mouth."What? Aubrey is in prison?!" Danica’s voice was a shocked shout that practically vibrat

"Hello? Anybody here? Guard!" Aubrey shouted. Her voice echoed through the dark, damp corridor.A few seconds later, a guard stepped into the light. He looked bored and tired. He stopped a few feet away from her cell and crossed his arms."Do you need something, Ma'am?" he asked.Aubrey flinched at the word. Ma'am. Not Luna. Just a few hours ago, every wolf in this pack bowed when she passed. Now, even a low-ranking guard looked at her like she was already a ghost."Can you call Travis for me? Please. I need to tell him something. It's urgent," she requested, her voice desperate.The guard shook his head, looking down at his boots. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but the Alpha can't be seen here. He’s been barred from the prison wing by the Council until the morning."Aubrey gripped the bars tighter, her knuckles turning white. "Please, it’s important. Life or death. I need to see him for five minutes. Just five minutes.""I have my orders," the guard said flatly. "No visitors. Not even the Alpha.

Travis raised his hand, his voice cutting through the lingering murmurs of the crowd like a blade. The authority in his tone was absolute, leaving no room for debate."Put Elder Ramesh in the prison cell," Travis commanded, his eyes tracking the disgraced old man. "Tomorrow morning, I myself, the Alpha of Silverstone, will behead him. I am stripping him of his position as the Great Elder of this pack immediately."A ripple of shock went through the gathered wolves, but Travis wasn't finished. "His family, until the seventh generation, will pay for the crimes he committed. Each member will forfeit half of their wages to the pack treasury. They are banned from entering the Great Hall, and no one from his lineage will ever hold a title again. His maids and personal warriors are to be stripped of their status and sold to the border."Ramesh’s face went from pale to a frantic, ugly purple. His eyes widened, darting around for an escape that didn't exist. In a final, desperate move, his han

Cassandra rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. She didn't offer a thank you or even a second glance, instead, she purposefully bumped her shoulder against his chest as she marched past him. She could feel his eyes on her back, but she kept her chin high, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cobblestone.The market was alive with the calls of vendors. "Fresh lavender, miss!" "Dried wolfsbane for your tonics!" They called to her from every side, recognizing the expensive fur coat and the professional aura she carried. However, her pace faltered when she realized the heavy tread behind her wasn't fading.She didn't need to look back to know who it was."Stop following me, Mr. Castile," she said, stopping mid-stride and letting out a dramatic sigh.Fred caught up effortlessly, his hands shoved into the pockets of his long coat. "I’m not following you, Dr. Hale."Cassandra didn't believe him for a second. She sped up, dodging a group of children and weaving through the crowded st