All Chapters of Revenge With The Enemy Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KEAL I drove back to Silvercrest with the city lights blurring past my windshield, the steady hum of the engine doing nothing to quiet my thoughts. Iron Claw Lounge had failed me. The drinks, the conversations, the familiar faces; none of them had worked.Her scent still lingered in my head.I clenched my jaw and reached for my phone, dialing a number I had memorized long ago. Vanessa answered on the second ring, her voice soft, expectant.“Come over,” I said, keeping my tone clipped. “The guest wing. The visitors’ suite. Wait for me there.”She didn’t ask questions. She only murmured an agreement, the satisfaction obvious even through the call. I ended it before she could say anything else.This was routine. Familiar. Controlled.By the time I arrived at the pack house, the halls were quiet, lit low for the night. I didn’t go upstairs. I turned down the corridor where Vanessa was waiting for me.She lay on the bed like she owned the room, dressed in lace and confidence, a slow smile

KEALBy the time I returned to my office on Wednesday in the second week, the echoes of the morning training were still lodged in my muscles. Sweat clung to my skin beneath my shirt, of course it wasn't from exertion alone but from restraint; from spending two solid hours standing too close to Gina and pretending my wolf wasn’t pacing my bones like a caged thing.I shut the door harder than necessary and dropped into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me. Jordan was already seated across the desk, relaxed in that infuriating way of his that suggested the world wasn’t on fire. A clerk stood a few steps to his right, hands folded stiffly in front of him, head bowed so low I could see the nervous pulse jumping at his temple.The man reeked of fear.“Explain it to me again,” I said, fingers drumming against the polished wood. My voice was sharp, too sharp. “Slowly this time.”“M-my Alpha,” he stammered, swallowing hard, “the quarterly welfare allocation file was submitted last month,

KEALMy phone rang, slicing through my sleep like a blade early hours the next day.I groaned and reached for it blindly, irritation already rising until my fingers closed around the device and the screen lit up. The irritation vanished instantly.Colton Hale.President of the Regional Alpha Council.My eyes flicked to the digital clock on the nightstand.4:13 AM.I sat upright at once, all traces of sleep evaporating. Colton never called at this hour unless the world was on fire.I swiped to answer. “Colton.”He didn’t bother with pleasantries. His voice was tight, stripped of its usual diplomatic calm.“Kendrick is dead.”For a moment, my mind refused to process the words.“What?” I muttered.“Kendrick of harbor pack,” he repeated grimly. “He was killed sometime last night.”Cold washed through my veins.Kendrick. One of the three contenders for succession at Harbor Pack. Ambitious. Calculating. Dangerous but still, his death changed everything.“The pack is in chaos as we speak,” C

DARIUSThe Howl residence had always carried a peculiar weight to it.Not warmth. Not comfort. Just the kind of oppressive grandeur that came from money passed down without kindness. The walls were lined with portraits of ancestors; men with stern eyes, women with rigid smiles, people who believed discipline was love and cruelty was strength.We sat around the dining table, polished to a blinding shine. Crystal glasses caught the chandelier light overhead. The food was exquisite, as always;slow-cooked meat, rich sauces, carefully plated vegetables but the true feast, I knew, was the conversation.Mr. Howl sat at the head of the table, his back straight, fork moving with measured precision. He had always carried himself like a man who believed the world should bend simply because he existed. Mrs. Howl sat beside him, posture elegant, eyes sharp and cold. Ria lounged to my right, relaxed, confident, playing with her food as if the room belonged to her.I ate slowly, listening.“Alpha Da

DARIUS A heavy, resigned sigh left my lips. I rolled to the side, breaking the intimate contact, my back now to Ria. The sheets felt suddenly cooler. “I have to start going,” I said, my voice rough but final. “Malia would be wondering where I have been.”The words felt like ash in my mouth.A beat of silence. Then, a movement behind me that was not acceptance. It was defiance. Her small, strong hands planted firmly on my shoulder and hip, and she shoved, rolling me back onto my back with a surprising strength that spoke of her wolf’s spirit. I let her, too stunned and, shamefully, too intrigued to resist.Her face hovered over mine, eyes blazing with a possessive fire that mirrored my own deepest instincts. “To hell with Malia,” she growled, the words low and guttural. “You are not going until I am satisfied.”Satisfied. We’d just had a shattering climax. But the need in her eyes was fresh, raw, hungry. It wasn’t just physical. It was the need to claim this time, this secret space, t