All Chapters of Want By All Three Alpha Brothers : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Miranda could feel it the moment she stepped inside — the way the air changed, heavier and quieter, like the trees had been holding their breath for a very long time. Moon Goddess sigils were carved into the bark at eye level. Some of them were worn so smooth by age that she could barely make out the shapes.Vera walked ahead of her without speaking. She had not said a word since the training ground.She stopped at the center of the grove and turned around."Sit," she said.Miranda sat on a root.Vera looked at her for a moment — the long, assessing look of someone deciding how much to say and in what order. Then she folded her hands and began."Your bloodline comes from your mother's side," she said. "She was Moon Blessed. Her mother before her. The gift runs back further than that, but those are the generations that matter." She paused. "Most Moon Blessed wolves carry a fragment of the Moon Goddess's light. They heal faster. Their instincts are sharper. Some can sense supernatural e

Bernard had been running on four hours of sleep and black tea and the particular determination of a man who had organized more ceremonies than he could count and was not going to let a twenty-four-hour timeline beat him. Candles were being sourced from three different pack stores. The ceremonial ground was being cleared. Someone was arguing loudly in the corridor about whether the flowers needed to be fresh or whether dried ones would hold their meaning.Miranda stayed out of all of it.She had one task before the ceremony and it had nothing to do with flowers.She found the spy before noon.It was not Cole the kitchen hand or the new border guard or any of the people she had mentally ranked by suspicion during her sleepless hours the night before. It was a woman named Sable who ran messages between the council room and the outer wards — access to everything, invisible by design. Miranda had watched her deliver a folded note to a wolf near the east gate and had not needed to see the c

Not all of it — she did not know how to release all of it, did not know where the edges were or whether there were edges. She opened her hands and the light came out and it came out like a wave breaking from the inside, rolling outward across the ground in every direction at once, silver and enormous and nothing like the small careful flame she had practiced in Vera's grove.Daniel's front line hit it and stopped.Not gently. Every wolf in the first formation was thrown backward — ten feet, fifteen, some of them further. The sound of it was like a door slamming in a cathedral. Big and final. The battle ground went quiet for three full seconds.Then it wasn't quiet anymore."Hold the line," Kyson's voice cut through the noise from somewhere to her left. She could feel him through the bond — still on his feet, unhurt, the shock of what she had done moving through his thread like electricity.She built the barrier next. It rose between the two armies like a wall of compressed light, soli

She was barely conscious and fighting him would have told him she was more aware than she was, which was the only advantage she had. She let herself stay limp in his grip while she worked on breathing and thinking and locating the bond threads again — still muffled, still like voices through thick walls, but she could feel them. The brothers were alive. That was what mattered. That was the thing she held onto.He carried her through the estate's side passage — the narrow corridor that ran between the kitchens and the old storage rooms, the one that barely anyone used. She recognized it by the smell. Cold stone and old wood. She had walked it once in her first week here and never again.The door at the end was already open.The room beyond it was low-ceilinged and old, the kind of space that had been built for a purpose nobody remembered anymore. Candles on a shelf. A wooden chair. And Louisa, sitting in it, still in the clothes she had worn to the ceremony hours ago, looking like she

She understood, walking across that field with Daniel's eyes on her, that running would end this in the worst possible way. Running was the move of someone who believed they were losing. She did not believe that. She was not sure she believed the opposite either. But she walked forward like she did, because the space between those two things was where she had to live right now.Daniel let her get to twenty meters before he spoke again."That's close enough."She stopped.The field was quiet around them in the specific way battlefields go quiet when both sides are watching something they do not understand yet. Raven Pack wolves on one side, still standing, still holding. Daniel's forces on the other — disordered, many of them still unsteady from what she had done, but present. The brothers on their knees in the dirt between her and Daniel, and Daniel's blade still resting against Kyson's throat.Kyson was looking at her. Not pleading. Not afraid. Just looking, the way he looked at ever