All Chapters of The Alpha’s Double Game : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I don’t pull back when that connection settles, and the moment stretches between us and them, tight and silent, while Jax’s grip on my hand turns firm enough to ground me and Derek shifts closer, his shoulder brushing mine as he studies every movement in front of us.“Say what you came for,” Derek says, his voice calm but edged.The one in front steps closer, slow and careful, and his eyes never leave mine as he stops just short of the space Jax blocks.“We felt it,” he says, steady. “We followed it.”Jax lets out a low breath, his stance widening slightly as he leans forward just enough to remind them of the line. “You felt enough. Turn back.”The man doesn’t move.His gaze flicks briefly to Jax, then returns to me like nothing else matters. “That’s not why we’re here.”I feel it again, that pull tightening slightly, and my fingers curl into Jax’s as I step forward a fraction, enough to feel both of them shift instantly to match me.“Then why are you here?” I ask.He exhales slowly,

I don’t move when that last echo settles, because it doesn’t fade the way the others did, and my hand stays pressed to my stomach while Jax’s grip tightens again and Derek shifts closer, both of them watching the wolves drop one after another like something invisible just pressed them down.“Get up,” Jax snaps, his voice cutting through the stillness.No one moves.The wolf closest to us keeps his head low, shoulders tense, breath uneven like he’s fighting something he can’t push back, and the others stay the same, frozen in that half-kneel that doesn’t feel like choice.“I didn’t tell them to do that,” I say.Derek’s gaze stays sharp, scanning them, calculating. “You didn’t have to.”Jax steps forward slightly, his body angling between me and them again. “This stops now.”Another pulse moves through me, softer, slower, and the wolves react again, not dropping further but holding tighter, like they’re bracing under something.“I’m not pushing anything,” I say, my voice low.Jax looks

The pressure builds before anyone speaks, and I feel it moving through me again while the wolves remain on their knees, and Jax’s hand tightens around mine as Derek steps closer behind me, his chest brushing my back as if he’s bracing me without saying it out loud.“They’re still coming,” Jax says, his voice low, tight, his eyes fixed ahead.“I know,” I answer, and my fingers curl slightly against his.Derek’s hand slides to my waist, firm and steady, and he leans closer, his voice near my ear. “Then you hold it. Don’t let it spike again.”“I’m trying,” I whisper, but the moment I say it, another wave rises, stronger, deeper, and my breath catches as it spreads outward without asking.The wolves react instantly, their bodies tightening, then settling again, and more shapes appear beyond the line, moving closer, drawn in like they can’t resist it.Jax exhales sharply, his body shifting in front of me again. “This isn’t stopping.”Derek doesn’t argue, his grip on me firm. “Then we contr

He doesn’t move, not even a shift of weight, and the space between us tightens while Jax steps half a pace forward, his shoulder brushing mine, and Derek’s hand presses firmer at my waist, holding me steady as the air thickens with that quiet challenge neither of them interrupts.“You heard her,” Jax says, his voice low, edged, and his fingers flex near mine like he’s ready to break something.The wolf’s gaze flicks to him for a second, then returns to me, steady, unshaken. “I heard,” he answers, calm, and the way he says it makes Jax’s jaw tighten while Derek stays still behind me, watching everything.“Then move,” Jax presses, stepping closer, his presence sharp and threatening.“I don’t move on command,” the wolf replies, and something in the connection pulls tight, like a line drawn between them.I shift slightly, my hand brushing Jax’s chest, stopping him before he closes the distance, and he freezes for a second, his breath heavy as he looks down at me.“Wait,” I say softly.His

The air thickens as the ripple spreads, and I feel it first in my chest, then in my belly, sharp, insistent. Derek’s hand tightens over mine, Jax presses close behind, and the pulse of the child responds, not frantic this time, deliberate, pulling the tension into a single, impossible point.A howl cuts through the night, long and reverberating, and I recognize it immediately. Not from any wolf I know. Something older, something that doesn’t obey packs or borders, and it threads into the connection like a needle, sharp, precise, dangerous. I shiver, not from cold, but from recognition, from instinct, from something waking inside.Jax growls behind me, low, rumbling, his body shifting closer, his chest pressing to my back. “You feel that?” His breath brushes my hair. I can’t answer, I can only feel, only hold steady as the pulse inside me tightens, reacting, resonating. The child is aware. Too aware.Derek steps forward, placing one hand on my hip, his fingers steadying me even as