Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Gilded Cage: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

Nathan POV- The sleek black Maybach glides through the city streets like a shark cutting through dark water, but I feel every vibration of the road as if it is a needle against my skin. My entire being is focused on the fading trail of wild honey and rain-drenched cedar that clings to the upholstery. It is a cruel tease, a ghost of the girl who has occupied my mind since the second my lungs first drew her in. "She’s on foot," Marcus notes, his eyes darting to the GPS on the dash, then to the side mirror. "She took a back exit from the university. She’s trying to stay off the main cameras, taking the alleys through the Heights." My jaw tightens, the muscles in my neck cording like iron. "She’s not just avoiding cameras, Marcus. She’s hiding. Those students today—that wasn't a one-time scuffle. That was a hunt." The thought of Santa being viewed as 'prey' by anyone other than me makes the wolf inside of me snarl, a low, guttural vibration that makes the car’s premium sound system hum

Santa had worked tirelessly over the past year, taking any job that would have her. It turned out that even from halfway across the country, her father’s reach was a cold, choking collar. Every time she gained traction, a "random" background check would flag, or a manager’s scent would turn from welcoming to sour and fearful. The isolation only made her father’s silent surveillance feel more suffocating, like a predator toying with its prey before the final strike.However, the Starlight Lounge was different. Tucked away in a corner of the city where the streetlights flickered like dying stars, the bar remained unfazed by the Wing family name. Unbeknownst to Santa, the establishment was a neutral territory protected by a local syndicate of shifters. She had never met the owner, but she knew he was powerful enough to ignore the snarling legal threats from her father’s lawyers. To Santa, anyone capable of withstanding the Wing empire had to be a monster of a different sort, but at least

“For someone whose father is a mafia boss, you’d think she’d be more self-aware,” Nathan muttered from the backseat of the Audi. The leather of the seat felt cold against his tailored suit, a stark contrast to the boiling, predatory heat rising in his chest. He watched Santa’s retreating figure—stiff, limping, and hunched under an ill-fitting hoodie—disappear through the communal door of the tenement. The building was a concrete eyesore, a place for people who didn't want to be found, and seeing Santa enter it felt like watching a princess walk into a cage of thorns.Marcus, his Beta and most trusted confidant, replied without turning his head. His eyes remained fixed on the apartment’s entrance, his nostrils subtly flaring as he tracked the lingering scent of honey and iron in the air. “From what we’ve gathered, sir, she barely knew about her father’s actual dealings until a few months before she fled. She lived in a bubble of wealth and orchestrated expectations. She was raised to b

Santa closed her front door with a resounding bang, the echo vibrating through the empty apartment with a sharpness it never possessed during the day. She leaned her back against the wood and let out a long, ragged sigh. What a hell of a day, she thought, her eyes sliding shut. She let her bag slip from her shoulder; it hit the floor with a heavy thud, the weight of her textbooks a metaphor for the life she was struggling to carry. For several minutes, she simply stood there, staring into the dark abyss of her hallway, letting the silence of the room try to drown out the ringing in her ears.Once the static in her mind finally began to settle, she reached out and flicked the light switch. The dim yellow glow did little to cheer the space. She crossed the hallway and entered the living room, heading toward the window to shut out the world. But as her hand reached for the heavy fabric, a glint of silver caught her eye.Santa tilted her head, peering down at the street below. At first gl