Semua Bab Bound to the Rogue Alpha: Bab 151 - Bab 158

Jason Miller didn't have the scent to track Logan Pierce. He’d only come to the Citadel to secure an alliance with a more dominant house and to sniff out the identity of the male who had unified the Southern territories. He had even brought a rare obsidian carving from the elder mountains as a peace offering.When he finally caught a clear view of the High Alpha, his jaw nearly hit the stone floor. It turned out that the legendary Logan Pierce was the same "runt" who had fixed Brooke’s fences—the one I had laughed at. And the Luna at his side was none other than Brooke Lawson herself. My stomach curdled, and the bourbon tasted like ash. I realized then that my chance of ever reclaiming her or finding peace was buried under the weight of Logan’s shadow."High Alpha, a thousand blessings on your bond," I muttered when they finally patrolled past the guest tables. Logan paused, his golden eyes sweeping over me with a terrifyingly calm dominance. He clicked his glass against mine, his smi

“Why the long face? What just crawled out of your fur? Who was that girl?” Paige Collins asked as she slammed her leather satchel onto the table and claimed the seat the Mooney pup had just fled.“Just a nuisance trying to mark territory that isn't hers. She thought she could provoke me for no reason.” I waited until Cindy was well clear of the tavern before I leaned in, keeping my voice low. “She had a lot to say about my status.”“Oh, I get it now. Before, you were mated to Logan Pierce—the outcast, the ghost without a pack. But now? Now the whole Citadel knows he’s the Alpha of Pierce Holdings. Do you have any idea how much weight that title carries in the Shifter world? Logan is prime Alpha blood—strong, lethal, and drowning in resources. Every high-ranking pack in the territories has been trying to bait him into a political union for years, but he’s been like ice. No interest in females, no interest in a permanent bond. The she-wolves who spent seasons tracking him eventually jus

The question of my origin was a jagged rock I usually avoided stepping on, but looking at the warmth in Johanna’s eyes, my defensive walls started to crumble."I was a stray taken in by the Lawson Estate," I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper. "As for my true sire and dam... I have no idea whose blood I carry. I’ve been alone in that sense since my first shift."Johanna’s face transformed instantly. A storm of raw, agonizing emotion swept over her features, her scent turning sharp with shock."You’re saying you were adopted? That you aren't a Lawson by blood?" she pressed, her voice trembling with a desperate urgency.Her sudden intensity was like a physical wave, making my inner wolf stir with confusion. "Yes," I said softly, trying to steady her. "The Lawsons took me in, but I never shared their scent."Tears spilled over Johanna’s lashes. She reached out, her hand hovering over my shoulder before she gripped it. "How did you come to be with them? How did Richard Lawson find y

The female standing before us had features that mirrored mine in a haunting way, though her gaze held a sharp, jagged edge of entitlement. Johanna’s scent turned stern the second she caught sight of her.“Lila! You shouldn't be out here without your furs! It’s the dead of winter—the frost can bite through your skin in minutes!” Lila didn't listen; she simply threw herself into Johanna’s space, scenting her with the needy clinginess of a pup.“Mother, I just wanted to greet you properly. The scouts told me the carriage finally crossed the gate, so I ran from the inner den. Where have you and Father been hiding? I tracked you to the council halls, but the trail was cold.” She flicked a curious, predatory glance at me. “Who is this stray? You never bring outsiders into the compound.”Johanna didn’t return the embrace. She placed her hands on Lila’s shoulders and physically moved her back, her expression set like stone. “We will speak inside the Great Hall. Your father and I have a revela