Todos os capítulos de The Alpha’s Double Game : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The howl came just after noon.It was not from within the estate. It rolled in from beyond the mountains, long and deliberate, carrying power with it. Every wolf in the Montenegro lands froze. Conversations stopped. Footsteps slowed.I felt it in my spine first. A deep vibration, like something ancient had struck the earth and the echo had found my bones.Jax stiffened beside me in the corridor. His head tilted slightly, eyes unfocused as he listened to something I could not fully hear yet.“That’s not a scout,” he said. “That’s a declaration.”My stomach tightened. “From who?”He looked at me then. “You already know.”The estate shifted into motion. Guards moved faster. Doors opened and closed. Wolves gathered in the outer courtyard, drawn by instinct more than orders.Derek found us near the stairs.He was already dressed in black, his posture controlled, his face unreadable. King first. Man second.“She’s early,” he said.“So it’s true,” I murmured. “Tanaia.”“The Russian Queen do

Dawn came without mercy.Mist clung low to the forest floor, thick enough to soak into skin and fur alike. The boundary clearing lay silent except for the slow drip of moisture from the trees, each drop sounding too loud in the waiting hush. This place had been chosen for its neutrality, old ground where no pack held dominance and the earth remembered blood more than names.I stood at the edge of the clearing, wrapped in a cloak that did nothing to stop the cold crawling up my spine.Jax was already there.He stood barefoot in the dirt, eyes closed, shoulders loose in a way that meant the opposite of calm. His shirt lay folded on a rock behind him, scars mapping his back like a history written in flesh. He was breathing slowly, deeply, grounding himself the way he always did before violence.Cole emerged from the trees opposite him.He looked larger here, broader somehow, his presence pressing against the clearing like a challenge in itself. He shed his coat without ceremony and handed

Dawn found us still in the clearing.The light came slowly, pale and careful, as if it did not want to disturb what had happened in the dark. Birds began to stir. The forest stretched awake around us. Jax slept again, deeper this time, his breathing steady against the quiet.I did not sleep.I watched the way his chest rose and fell. I watched the scar at his shoulder pull slightly with each breath. I watched my own hands resting in the grass, still faintly trembling.Everything felt different. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just… shifted.When Jax finally woke, he did not pull away. He only looked at me for a long moment, then pushed himself upright with a low hiss of pain.“We should go back,” he said.“Yes,” I agreed, even though part of me wanted to stay where the world felt smaller and safer.We shifted before reaching the estate. By the time we crossed the outer boundary, guards were already moving, their heads snapping up when they sensed us.They said nothing. They only bowed.The pa

Queen Tanaia’s name did not leave the room, but it did not need to.It sat between Derek and me like a third presence. Heavy. Watchful.By morning, the estate was already shifting. Messages were sent. Guards doubled. Council members arrived earlier than planned. The pack moved with quiet urgency, voices low, eyes alert. Nothing had happened yet, and already everything was changing.Derek did not give me time to retreat into my thoughts.“You’ll sit in on every meeting today,” he said as we walked toward the council chamber. “You’ll listen. You won’t speak unless I tell you to.”I glanced at him. “And if I disagree?”“Then you’ll learn when disagreement helps and when it destroys,” he replied.His tone was firm, controlled. Distant. But there was something else under it now. Purpose sharpened by fear.Inside the chamber, the elders were already seated. Maps covered the long table. Borders marked in ink and old scars. Names I had only heard whispered were spoken openly now.Derek stood

It started with the guards.Not the new ones. The old ones. Wolves who had served the Montenegro bloodline longer than I had been alive. Wolves who trusted their instincts more than words.One morning, as I crossed the lower hall, two of them straightened and bowed.“Good morning, Luna,” one said.His eyes lifted. Flicked over my face. His brow creased.“I—” He swallowed. “Forgive me, my Queen.”The other guard shifted uneasily. “Your scent changed,” he said before he could stop himself.The words hit harder than an insult.I didn’t answer. I kept walking, my spine straight, my steps even. I didn’t look back until I was alone in the stairwell, my palm pressed flat against the stone wall, my breathing shallow.My scent had not changed.But something else had entered the air.By midday, the whispers had started.Not open talk. Murmurs that fell silent when I passed. Looks that lingered a second too long. Wolves tilting their heads, scenting the space around me as if their own senses wer