All Chapters of The Alpha’s Double Game : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I moved through the shadows with Derek and Jax close, the night pressing around us, the enemy just beyond sight. Every step made my pulse thrum, the child inside responding, energy coiling like a living thing. Jax’s hands pressed along my sides, teeth brushing my neck lightly, tail coiled behind him, tense and protective, and I let myself lean into him, letting the heat thread through us, letting instinct sharpen.Derek’s lips brushed my shoulder as we crouched low, hands gripping mine lightly, anchoring, steadying. “We do this carefully,” he murmured, voice smooth, steady, and I nodded, letting control coil through me. The pulse inside me thrummed stronger, subtle but insistent, weaving through the night air, drawing instinctive attention without effort. Jax growled low, tail twitching, muscles taut, ready to strike at the first sign of danger.The enemy was testing, cautious, unseen, and I moved with quiet precision, leading a small strike, letting Derek and Jax flow beside me, hand

I don’t wait for them to lead, I move first, but my steps slow on their own, uneven, and Derek’s hand catches mine instantly while Jax stays pressed behind me, his chest tight against my back as if he expects me to fall again at any second.“Look at me,” Derek says, pulling me to face him, his grip firm, and I lift my eyes, but my breath doesn’t settle because the pulse inside me doesn’t fade, it lingers, quiet now, but watching, waiting.Jax’s hand slides back to my stomach, slower this time, cautious, and I feel the shift the moment his palm presses flat, like something inside me turns toward him, not aggressive, not soft, just aware, and his fingers tense slightly at the response.“You feel that?” I ask, my voice low, and he nods once, his jaw tight while his thumb presses down gently, testing, and the pulse answers again, sharper, pushing outward against his touch like it knows him.Derek’s eyes drop to my stomach, then back to my face, and he exhales slowly, but his hand doesn’t

I don’t need anyone to say it. I see it in the way the wolves gather, not in lines, not in ranks, but in clusters that don’t follow the old order, and when Derek steps forward, they don’t bow the way they used to.They look at me first.My steps slow, and Jax’s hand presses firmer against my lower back, guiding me forward while Derek watches the crowd, his expression controlled but sharper than before, and I feel the shift clearly, not fear, not rebellion, something else.A pull.One of the Alphas steps out, not kneeling, not lowering his gaze, and Jax tenses instantly beside me, his body leaning forward like he’s ready to snap, but I reach back without thinking and catch his wrist.He stills.“Stay,” I murmur, and his breath hits my neck, rough and uneven, but he doesn’t move again.Derek glances at me once, quick, then back to the Alpha, his voice calm, steady. “You were summoned.”The Alpha doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes move, not to Derek, but to me, and I feel it again, tha

I don’t get time to speak before it happens, because the air snaps tight and a body crashes through the line of trees, then another, and another, moving fast and silent until they’re not hiding anymore, and Jax pulls me back hard into him.“Behind me,” he growls, his arm locking around me as Derek steps forward without hesitation.“No,” I say, my hand gripping Jax’s wrist as I twist slightly, refusing to stay fully behind him, and Derek’s gaze flicks to me once before he faces them again.“They’re not scouts,” Derek says, his voice calm but sharp, and I feel the truth of it settle heavy as more figures step out, surrounding without closing in.Jax’s grip tightens. “They’re ready to strike.”One of them steps forward, his stance low, eyes locked on me, not Derek, not Jax, and the pull inside my chest reacts instantly, sharper now, pushing outward as my breath catches.“You shouldn’t exist,” the man says, his voice flat.Jax lets out a low, vicious sound. “Try saying that again.”The ma

I don’t answer the word, and I don’t move when it hangs there, heavy and wrong, because my knees weaken without warning and the ground rushes up too fast, but Derek catches me before I fall, his arm locking around me as Jax drops with us, his hands already gripping me tight.“Stay with me,” Derek says, his voice sharp, and his hand comes back to my face, forcing my eyes open when they try to close.“I’m fine,” I manage, but my body doesn’t listen, because the strength that held me upright a second ago drains out all at once.Jax swears under his breath as he shifts, pulling me against him, his arm braced behind my back while his other hand presses hard against my stomach again.“You pushed too far,” he says, his voice rough, angry, but his grip is careful, controlled.“I didn’t—” I try, but my breath breaks halfway through.Derek cuts me off, his gaze locked on mine, intense and unyielding. “Don’t speak. Just breathe.”I try to follow it, to match his rhythm, but my chest feels tight,