บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA CHOOSE THE WRONG SISTER : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Erica’s POVNobody trusted the peace immediately.Not even after Rowan’s father offered it publicly in front of both packs.Too much blood had already been spilled at the eastern border for everyone to suddenly relax because fate decided to create a mate bond in the middle of a battlefield.Still…The atmosphere inside Crimson Moon territory shifted after that meeting.Not softer.But less hostile.The rival Alpha and Father moved the discussion inside the council hall shortly after, taking Kael, Mother, Ellias, Eric, and several senior warriors with them while the rest of the pack remained outside discussing the situation like wildfire had exploded through the territory.Because honestly?This entire thing sounded insane.One day we were fighting a rival pack.The next day their Alpha stood inside our territory discussing alliance possibilities because his son imprinted on the Alpha’s daughter during battle.Fate had a strange sense of humor.I stood near the courtyard steps watching

Erica’s POVThings between me and Rowan changed after the training ground incident, nott fully, bot officially, but enough that everyone around us noticed it immediately.At this point, it was impossible to walk through the pack house without someone making a comment, If Rowan was training, I was nearby, If I was eating, somehow Rowan appeared too, even Father noticed.And honestly, that alone was embarrassing enough, a few nights after Rowan moved into the western apartment wing, I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept running in circles, and the more I tried ignoring the bond, the stronger it felt.It was annoying.The worst part was that I knew exactly where Rowan was without even trying.The bond always pulled toward him now.So eventually I gave up pretending and walked toward the western wing.The halls were quiet, most of the pack already asleep. Only a few guards stood near the entrance, and the second they saw me walking toward Rowan’s apartment, both of them looked way too amused.“I

Elias’s POV I came for sparring. That was it. Simple morning, simple training, simple way to beat Rowan into the ground like usual. He wasn’t at the training ground, which already annoyed me because Rowan doesn’t miss training unless something actually serious is happening. So I went straight to his quarters instead, expecting him to either be asleep or acting like he didn’t hear the knock. I knocked once anyway, waited half a second, then pushed the door open because I wasn’t in the mood for his nonsense.At first, the room looked normal enough. Slight mess, clothes not fully put away, chair slightly moved like someone had been in a rush recently. That alone made me pause because Rowan is not a messy person. He is annoyingly controlled about everything. So I already knew something was off before I even saw anything important. I stepped further inside and called out casually, “Rowan, if you’re pretending to be dead again I swear—” but then I stopped.Because I saw the bed.Two shapes

Elias’s POVI left the warriors still arguing behind me and headed straight for the dining hall.By the time I reached the doors, I already knew something was going to be different today. Not because of anything mystical or dramatic—just because word spreads fast in Crimson Moon, and I had the feeling I was about to be either the most hated or most entertained person in the pack.I pushed the doors open.Everyone was there.My mother Aria was seated like she always was, calm and observant. My father Damon was beside her, already mid-conversation with a few elders. Eric was there too, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place, Selene sitting near him looking mildly amused. Maya and Rylan were at another table, talking quietly, and Kael was also present, looking half awake but still listening.The only missing seats were the ones that mattered.Rowan.Erica.I paused in the doorway.Then I smiled.“Oh,” I said out loud. “Perfect timing.”Every head turned instantly.My mother lo

Elias’s POVThe pack house didn’t stay normal for long that morning. I felt the change before anyone said a word, that pressure in the air that always comes when something important—or dangerous—is stepping into our space. Even the dining hall quieted down on its own. Eric stopped mid-bite, Selene lifted her head slowly, and Kael’s eyes shifted toward the entrance like his instincts were already ahead of the rest of us. “Why does it feel like that?” Eric asked, but I already knew. “Because someone strong just walked into the pack house,” I said, leaning back in my chair, though I wasn’t relaxed anymore.Damon entered first, calm but firm, with Aria beside him scanning the room like she was ready for anything. Behind them came a man I didn’t recognize, and the moment I saw him properly, I knew he wasn’t here for peace. He carried himself like someone who already had plans for destruction, not conversation. When he spoke about war, it wasn’t a threat—it was a warning. He said he already