Alle Kapitel von The Darkest Wolves: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

Alpha Jason and Luna Emily ascended the staircase, their footsteps echoing softly in the quiet hallway. They reached Jerome's door and knocked, a polite rap against the wood. Silence. Another knock, this time firmer. Still no response.Alpha Jason, his patience wearing thin, reached for the doorknob. It turned easily, revealing a scene that made both of them frown.Jerome sat sprawled on his bed, the television screen illuminating his face in a harsh, unsettling light. Pornographic images flickered across the screen, and the sight of him masturbating was jarringly clear. He didn't even flinch when they entered.Emily gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Jason, however, moved swiftly, reaching out to switch off the television with a sharp click. The sudden darkness left only the muted sounds of Jerome's shallow breathing."Stop that," Jason commanded, his voice low and dangerous.Jerome merely grinned, a cruel, self-satisfied expression twisting his lips. He continued his actions, his

Apollo, Leah, and Marriot walked through the heavy entrance of the Moon Crest Pack mansion as if they belonged there-with grace and confidence. They wore their best formal clothes and soft smiles. Behind them, the pack guards nodded politely, and servants busied themselves in the halls.They passed Alpha Jason standing with his arm around Beta Patrick. Both men looked eager and relieved.Alpha Jason stepped forward with a bright smile. "Welcome. Thank you for coming."Apollo walked up with a composed nod. "Your Alpha-ship." He bowed his head slightly. Then he turned to Patrick. "Congratulations, Beta Patrick."Patrick extended his hand. "Thank you, Apollo. I respect the man you are."Apollo shook his hand. "I hope to continue serving Moon Crest-even as Delta."Leah smiled at Jason. "We support Jason and the pack. That hasn't changed."Marriot stepped forward, placing a hand on Patrick's shoulder. "Yes," she agreed. "Congratulations. You'll make a fine Beta."Emily hovered nearby, offe

Apollo, Leah, and Marriott gathered in the drawing room of their family home-now unofficial command center of their rising rebellion. Soft lamplight reflected off the polished wooden table where three glasses of deep red wine stood.Leah lifted her glass, eyes sharp, voice sure. "To what's coming."Apollo took his glass and nodded. "To our plan."They all clinked their glasses together, soft tinkling in the quiet room.Marriot smiled brightly, her eyes full of ambition. "But I'm ready," she said, her voice rich with conviction. "I'm ready to become Luna-and more. To stand beside Jerome."Apollo gave her a proud look. "You're the perfect match. His values, your calm strength."Marriot set down her glass. "Nothing will stop us now."Leah took a long sip. "Jerome's speech made waves. The pack is listening. They need someone different. They need him."Apollo furrowed his brow. "Still... we must move fast. Patrick and Jason aren't going to sit quietly."Leah nodded. "Patrick will watch the

Alpha Jason walked back into his and Emily's room with a serious expression on his face. The door clicked shut behind him. His shoulders were heavy, his eyes tired. He had just ordered the imprisonment of his own son, Jerome.Emily sat on the edge of their bed, both hands gently resting on her stomach. She looked up the moment Jason entered. Her eyes searched his face."Are you okay?" she asked softly.Jason didn't answer right away. He walked over to her, took a seat beside her, and placed a hand over hers on her stomach. He leaned forward and kissed her temple."I should be asking you that," Jason said. "Are you okay?"Emily gave him a small nod. "Yes, I'm okay. The baby is fine. Just a little tired."Jason rubbed her hand gently. "That's good. You should rest soon."Emily sighed. "Jason..."He looked at her."I'm happy we're safe now... and I'm happy about our son. But," her voice lowered, "what worries me is you and Jerome."Jason's face turned cold. "I know."She continued, "You'

Alpha Jason stood at the front of the newly built prison, his arms crossed as he faced a group of pack soldiers standing in line before him."Make sure no one escapes," Alpha Jason said in a serious voice. "And make sure the surveillance cameras stay on all the time. I don't want any blind spots or excuses.""Yes, Alpha," one of the guards answered with a firm nod.Another added, "We already placed cameras in every hallway and corner. They're connected to the control room near the pack house. Only you and Luna Emily have the main access.""Good," Jason replied. "Even if they cry, beg, or try to trick you, don't open any door without my order. Understood?""Yes, Alpha!" the guards responded in unison.Jason gave them one last look before turning away. He began walking down the long hallway of the prison. The rooms were quiet. Behind each door was a traitor, someone who had once stood beside him, someone who chose rebellion over loyalty.His steps echoed softly on the metal floor. He st