The Alpha’s Double Game 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

The first bell of the Triple Moon Trial sounded at dawn.It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t ceremonial. It came from nowhere and everywhere at once low, ancient, vibrating through bone instead of air. Raya felt it before she heard it. A pulse behind her eyes. A tightening in her chest. Her wolf stirred uneasily, pressing against her ribs like it wanted out.Around her, the pack stilled.No chatter. No movement. Even the wind seemed to pull back, as if the forest itself was watching.Jax was the first to step closer.He didn’t touch her. He never did when it mattered most. His presence was solid enough, shadowed, protective in that quiet way that made her feel claimed without a mark. His gaze skimmed her face, sharp and searching.“You don’t have to prove anything,” he said under his breath.Raya huffed a breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. “The Moon disagrees.”Across the clearing, Derek stood with the Elders. He wore authority like a second skin back straight, chin lifted, Alpha calm carved into

Jax’s hands shook slightly, though he masked it with the steady grip he always carried. Shadows from the estate stretched long in the late afternoon, and he felt them move against him in shapes he didn’t recognize. His wolf snarled low in his chest, uneasy, sensing a wrongness that pierced deeper than anything he’d encountered before.“Where is she?” he muttered under his breath, eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. The thought of Raya, trapped somewhere while the pack bowed to an imposter, made his blood boil.Lyra’s mimicry had been flawless, flawless enough to fool Derek, the entire pack, even the closest allies. But not Jax. His wolf knew. His senses screamed at him. She wasn’t Raya. Every subtle movement, every shift in scent, every blink of the eyes wrong.Wrong.The word echoed in his mind, and a surge of frustration twisted his gut. He had trained for confrontation, for danger, for war. But this...this was a betrayal that struck deeper than any battle.He stalked through

The first explosion shook dust from the ceiling.It fell into my hair, into my mouth, mixing with the copper taste of blood. The chains around my wrists rattled as the walls trembled again. This time harder.They were here.I felt Derek before I heard him. His rage was cold and sharp, controlled like a blade dragged slowly across stone. He wasn’t panicking. He was calculating. Every breath he took carried intent.Jax was different.Jax was set loose in a dry forest.Through the bond, I felt him shift. Felt the snap of bone and stretch of muscle as he gave himself over to the wolf without hesitation. His fury tore through me like a second heartbeat.And somewhere between them, I stood.Still chained.Still waiting.Drail paced the length of the chamber, no longer pretending calm. “You forced this,” he muttered. “You should have stayed quiet. Play your role.”“My role?” I asked, voice rough.He turned sharply. “Balance. Softness. A bridge between brothers. That was the intention.”“And

We walked back into the estate before dawn.The smoke had thinned, but the scent of blood still clung to the stone. Wolves moved quietly through the courtyard, clearing debris, tending to the wounded, counting the dead. No one celebrated. A siege leaves no room for pride.They looked at me differently.Not with doubt.Not with curiosity.With something heavier.Recognition.I felt it in the way their gazes followed me. In the way conversations stopped when I passed. Word had already spread that I had shifted in the tunnels. That I had fought. That I had not hidden behind walls while the King defended his throne.Derek walked on my right. Jax on my left.No space between us.No confusion.We entered the main hall together.The council members who had taken shelter inside straightened immediately. Some bowed. Some hesitated before doing so.I did not lower my eyes.One of the older Alphas stepped forward. His arm was bandaged, his jaw bruised. He looked at Derek first.“The eastern wall

I felt the weight of it before I saw her, the faint tremor in the air, the hesitation in the pack around me. Lyra. She wasn’t just a shadow in my peripheral vision; she was a storm waiting to break, a mirror warped by someone else’s hands. The moment our eyes met, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. She looked almost fragile, almost innocent but I knew better. The scent of her was different, tainted with grooming, manipulation, and someone else’s design.I stepped forward, and the pack seemed to part instinctively, their loyalty to me unquestioned yet uneasy. Derek stayed close, his presence a solid reminder of power restrained. Jax hovered behind me, restless, a barely-contained storm that mirrored the rage I felt at seeing Lyra standing there.“You’ve been trained,” I said softly, my voice carrying over the courtyard. Not a question, not a threat, just a statement. I could smell it in her every move. The careful gestures, the measured pauses, the mimicry of me I had always hat