Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Claim, Omega's Surrender: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

When I finally blinked my eyes open in the early dawn, the heavy weight of an arm was still draped across my chest, pinning me to the mattress. The rhythmic, deep huff of a wolf’s breath brushed against the back of my neck.As the fog of the previous night’s ritual wine cleared, reality hit me with the force of a silver-tipped arrow. Every muscle in my body ached with a dull, throbbing heat—a physical reminder of exactly what had happened.I had spent the night with the Alpha of the Westline Pack.Panic flared in my chest. I moved with frantic, silent precision, sliding out from under Grant Walker’s grasp. I scrambled for my clothes, heart hammering against my ribs, and fled the VTN ROOM before the sun could fully crest the peaks of Silverwood.It was only when I was safely tucked away in a temporary berth at the far end of the Pacific Crest Resort that I dared to look at my slate. My blood ran cold. In my drunken state, I hadn't messaged a random contact. I had messaged Grant directl

The role of a liaison in a territorial firm might sound prestigious, but everyone in the pack knew the subtext: it was about baring your throat and pouring the wine.Grant’s words stung like a silver burn across my skin. Did he really think I was that type of wolf? Did he think Howard had served me up to him like a ritual offering after last night?I felt the heat crawling up my neck, but I forced myself to stay still. I couldn't afford to walk out. I needed this position—the medicinal herbs for my mother’s fading health cost more than my monthly stipend. If I lost this job, I lost her.The air in the room turned brittle until Howard broke the silence with a greasy, forced chuckle. "He’s always been an analyst, Alpha Walker. I simply thought that since you and Mars both hail from Havencrest, you might find common ground over a meal. That’s the only reason he’s here. If his presence offends you, I’ll have him removed immediately."Howard shot me a look that practically shoved me toward

I had nuked the contact. I’d burned the bridge, deleted the link, and even scrubbed myself from our shared pack-frequency groups. Now, I was standing in the middle of my room, heart hammering against my ribs, realizing I’d effectively locked myself out of my own life."Jessa, this is a crisis! I need you to find Grant Walker’s private frequency. Now!"Jessa’s voice was thick with sleep and confusion. "Who? The Alpha of Westline? Mars, if you’re sleep-shifting in your dreams, go back to your furs.""I don't have time to explain! It’s a matter of life or death for my career!"The high-ranking elder from the territorial board had already signed the parchment and left the Silverwood summit. There was no way to get him back to re-sign a duplicate. Without that folder, I wasn't just fired; I was a traitor to the pack's interests."I can't get his direct line," Jessa said, suddenly sounding alert. "But you know where he’s staying. Go to the VTN ROOM, Mars. Move!"She was right. I didn't wait