Todos los capítulos de ALPHAS of the PEAK: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

When Adrian dropped a heavy hand onto Harrison’s shoulder in a gesture of pack-solidarity, the air finally returned to my lungs.“Congratulations, my brother,” my fake future sire-in-law rumbled. “Come, the moon is high, and the ceremonial brew is poured.”The stars were fading by the time Harrison finally broke away from Adrian and the endless circle of high-ranking Alphas. After draining countless bowls of bitter tea and enduring what felt like a thousand cycles of strategic posturing, he had reached his limit for one night. Claiming he needed to rest his wolf, he excused himself and immediately tracked Serena—his only confidant in Noor’s sprawling stone fortress.He discovered her in a secluded den, curled upon a fur-lined bench with a heavy woven pelt over her lap, watching the embers of a dying fire. She looked up as he crossed the threshold, a sharp grimace tugging at her mouth.“So?” she prompted, shifting her weight to grant him space. “What is the verdict on my life?”With a

“Because you’re bound to her soul.”It was a blunt truth, one that carried far more weight than my own pride could shoulder. I snarled inwardly, loathing her for it. I hated Serena for scenting the one truth I still refused to howl, hated her for knowing my wolf’s heart so damn well. Seasons ago, I’d viewed that as our strength. Our unspoken pack-bond was the sinew that held us together, but as the moons turned, it became clear she tracked my mind better than I would ever track hers.“I hold no claim on her.”Serena shook her head, her eyes flashing with disbelief. “That is a false howl, and you know it.”Of course I knew it, but I wasn’t about to bare my throat. How could I? Releasing those words into the air would only sharpen the silver. They would have dragged me out of the numb, winter haze of denial—the only thing successfully keeping my beast from snapping for now.“Does the trail even matter anymore?” I growled, dropping my aching skull into my palms. “She barked it clearly: s

I shoved past him, my paws clicking against the stone steps of the porch. I had no intention of calling upon him for a single thing. In my mind, he was as cold and dead as Harrison, and I doubted the seasons would change that. Behind me, Harrison howled my name one last time, a desperate, broken sound, but I refused to turn.The heavy thud of the oak door sealing shut behind me was the only answer he deserved.Harrison could feel Grant’s amber eyes burning into his back. As much as he hungered to pretend he was the only soul on this stretch of pack road, he knew escaping the confrontation was impossible."Did you truly mate with her?" Grant asked, closing the distance between them with slow, measured strides. "Give me the truth of your scent."It was no shock that Grant smelled the deception. Harrison knew he owed his beta the truth, especially after finding him guarding Maddie’s den. It took only a single sniff to realize Grant was the one Maddie had sought after I’d retreated—a wise

So Madeline watched him stalk out of the den, distancing himself from her and the gravity of his confession, too paralyzed to shift or speak.What in the name of the Great Mother?No, truly. What the actual hell? Did he honestly believe he could drop a soul-shredding revelation like that and just vanish into the tree line? What kind of wolf did that? He couldn't even stand his ground to hear her side of the hunt? and what kind of pathetic whimpering excuse was "I need some air"? A coward’s retreat, that’s what it was.Stupid, thick-skulled cur. Did he really think he was going to slink away after that?Goddess, I just wanted to—I was out of the hearth-room before my wolf could even finish the thought.Harrison had just reached the stone walkway when I threw open the heavy oak door, letting it slam against the exterior stone with a crack like thunder as I leaped down the stairs."You absolute bastard!" I snarled, causing him to spin around, his amber eyes wide with shock.And then I l

This time, as she sought to break her gaze and retreat, I clamped my fingers around her forearm. “I am speaking with a true tongue, Serena. I’m testing this fresh path where I offer grace to those who have acted like complete curs toward me. And listen, if I can find it in my spirit to grant peace to Harrison for clawing my shoulder in the sixth winter and getting me exiled from the mid-day run, I believe I can extend that same peace to you.”Her eyes dropped to where my hand held her skin, but when she looked back up, the frost in her expression was cracking. “Look at you, playing the noble High Alpha of forgiveness.”I released my grip. “I thought the role might suit me. So, what is your howl?”Serena remained hushed for a heartbeat, then flashed a predatory grin that made it painfully clear why so many unmated males lost their senses around her. “Tracking through the mud is for the low-ranked strays. I say we commandeer my sire’s private sky-vessel. We can reach the Northern Glades