Semua Bab Claimed By My Ex’s Biker Uncle : Bab 51 - Bab 60

I had written and deleted four separate letters by the time the gray light started to peek through the drapes.The coded pages of the journal, which Allene had discreetly scribbled out next to each entry during the early hours of the night, were open on the corner of my desk. She hadn't been invited to work. Without any drama. She seems to have done everything inside my walls with the same attention to detail.Even now, I detested how much I respected it.My sibling.I had spent the entire night circling the idea, much like you would when you're unsure of the stability of the ground surrounding a fire. Testing. Measuring. putting off making a commitment until you are certain of your ability to stand without falling.Darius had been there for me at every pivotal point in my ascent. When they attempted to remove me from office during the first council assembly, he had stood to my right. He had accompanied me on three border talks. When two other alphas withdrew during the Graymount batt

Allene POVThe corridor outside my chambers was too quiet.Not silent.Just… careful.Wolves moved through halls like they belonged to stone and shadow, but there was a rhythm to it. A pulse. I had learned it in the months I’d lived here.Today the rhythm was off.I paused before my door, fingers brushing the handle. The wood felt colder than it should have.Don’t imagine enemies in every shadow.I opened it.The first thing I noticed was the window.Closed.But the drapes were not the way I had left them. I always folded the left edge twice before tying it back. A habit. A small symmetry in a world that had offered very little of it.Now the fold was single.I stepped inside without shutting the door.The air felt disturbed.My gaze swept the room slowly. Bed. Writing desk. Wardrobe. Rug. Nothing overturned. Nothing visibly broken.Whoever had been here knew how to search without leaving chaos.That frightened me more than disorder would have.I crossed to the desk first. My journals

Jessica Slanders POVJessica used to know exactly how to make Leonard look at her.It had been effortless once.A tilt of her chin.A slow smile.A hand resting at his arm just long enough to imply invitation.He had looked at her like she was flame and he was already burning.That was before.Before Allene left.Before obsession replaced desire.Before Jessica realized she had never truly been the center of anything.The study door was half open.Leonard stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, staring at something beyond the trees. The late afternoon light cut sharp angles across his face, sharpening the planes of his cheekbones, making him look carved rather than born.He hadn’t heard her enter.Or he had and simply didn’t care.“Leonard,” she said softly.He did not turn.“Yes?”That was it.Not Jessica.Not a glance.Not even impatience.Just acknowledgment.She swallowed the irritation rising in her throat.“You missed council dinner.”“I was occupied.”“With her?”Th

Leonard POVThe rogue had barely finished speaking before the guards dragged him away.Leonard remained seated in the council chamber long after the doors closed, fingers steepled beneath his chin, the echo of the rogue’s words still hanging pleasantly in the air.Draven sent me.The accusation had been loud. Desperate. Convincing enough to make several council elders exchange uneasy looks.Leonard almost laughed.Because he knew something they didn’t.Draven hadn’t sent anyone.Draven was many things—calculating, stubborn, irritatingly honorable when it suited him—but careless assassination attempts were not his style. Especially not against Leonard’s father.If Draven ever decided to remove an obstacle, it would be clean. Quiet. Strategic.Not some half-starved rogue babbling accusations before being captured.No.Someone had arranged this.Someone wanted Draven blamed.Leonard leaned back in his chair slowly, a faint smile touching his lips.And whoever it was—They had just handed

Katie’s POVSomething about Allene had never sat right with Katie.At first, she thought it was just bitterness.After all, before Allene had arrived, everyone knew Katie was the one closest to Draven. They had grown up in the same pack, trained together, fought side by side during border skirmishes. Many wolves had even assumed that one day she would become his mate.Katie had believed it too.Then Allene appeared.And everything changed.Draven’s attention shifted.The quiet understanding they used to share disappeared.Soon the pack had a new Luna, and Katie was left standing in the background like someone who had imagined her place beside him.For a long time, Katie told herself she had moved on.But lately something else had taken root inside her.Suspicion.Little things about Allene’s behavior didn’t make sense.The former Luna moved freely in places most wolves avoided. She sometimes disappeared from the pack house for hours with vague explanations. And every time rumors surfa