All Chapters of The Alpha's Christmas Sin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Damian's POVMarcus picked up on the second ring, he didn't say hello. That was his way. Listen first then decide what to give you after, I on the other hand wasn’t one for complementries either. "Tell me you felt it." There was no need for me to beat aroumd the bush."Ah, who wouldn’t? Of course, from the outer perimeter." His voice was even, but there was something underneath i couldn’t quite place my finger on."Then you know why I'm calling." I leaned against the window.He paused for a moment, and then said "My wolves saw what she did to the bond.""What are you implying, Marcus?"He went silent again, but i knew what was coming next."She's my daughter." Of course she was his daughter."That's not what I asked.""Look…” he voice rang through the other end of the phone, “there's an old document. Very old. It describes two ways to access Ashmoon power without a cooperative heir.""How come I didn’t know anything about it?”“Because no one knows about it.” he stated flatly.“How

Ava’s POVIt happened just after noon.It wasn’t because noon mattered. It was because the thing inside the bond decided it was time to wake up.I was halfway through another training sequence with Sera when something shifted low in my chest. It was small at first, like a sleeper turning over beneath blankets. My breath caught, making my hand miss the next strike entirely.Sera saw it, and said quietly, “That’s it.”“Yeah.” I nodded.“How active?”“Not fully.” I swallowed. “But close.”Her gaze sharpened immediately, looking at me the scary way surgeons probably looked right before opening someone up.“And the window?”“Opening.” My breath hitched.She stepped back at once, giving me room without retreating. The movement was efficient, like she’d already rehearsed this moment in her head fifty times.I closed my eyes briefly and reached for the bond.Damian was inside the manor. I could feel him clearly now that I knew how to separate him from the rest of the noise going on in my head

Ava’s POVThe warehouse district at dusk was where six-year plans went to curl up and die.I stared out the SUV window at buildings that had no more warmth left in them than tombstones. Empty streets stretched between hulking shells of industry, and the Mississippi bled its cold, muddy scent through every crack in the glass. That river didn’t care about any of us. It just kept moving, dark and indifferent which made me shiver, but not entirely from the temperature.Leo’s voice had crackled through the comms forty minutes ago. Selene’s network traffic, her people and her shadow contacts, had all been routing to a single address since midday. A warehouse she’d kept breathing under a shell company, hidden behind four layers of corporate rot, for six years. She’d run here the second she felt the seed dissolve. She hadn’t waited for us to corner her. She’d retreated to the one ground she’d been preparing before I even knew my own wolf existed.She was already inside. She’d been in there fo

Ava’s POVShe came the way people come when the math has failed and all that’s left is the objective and a willingness to burn whatever’s left to reach it. Desperation has a sound. I heard it before I felt it like a wrongness rolling through the territory like distant thunder, making the hair on my arms stand up before my brain caught up.Then the territorial awareness slammed awake.Wolves moving fast, driving straight for the manor like an arrow loosed in the dark. I was already sitting up when Damian’s hand closed around my arm. He’d felt it through the bond a heartbeat after I felt it through the ground. Neither of us spoke. The perimeter held for four minutes. I had counted. I stood at the bedroom window with my palm pressed flat to the glass, watching the darkness churn below. Marcus’s twelve wolves met them at the outer edge, and for four minutes the night was nothing but snarls and impact and the shudder of bodies colliding in the dark. I felt every breach attempt like a spl

Ava’s POVThree days was how long it took for the wolf world to feel the shift and start rearranging itself around it. Three days of pack communication channels lighting up like circuits that had been dark for eleven years. Three days of formal acknowledgments filtering in through Luca’s monitoring with some cautious and carefully worded, some almost giddy with relief, a few carrying the unmistakable hum of wolves who’d been holding their breath and finally got to exhale.I spent most of those three days at Petals.Formal responses Damian helped me draft in the careful language of wolf governance, a two-hour call with Celeste that dug deeper into the Ashmoon history than Elena had ever been able to give me, a brief conversation with Marcus that felt like two people nodding across a battlefield, acknowledging they’d both made it through. I did those things. But in the hours between, I went back to the shop.Petals was where I’d always gone to remember the shape of myself, and it turned