All Chapters of Alpha's Claim, Omega's Surrender: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"You realize the council's trackers have no authority in the Silverwood neutral zone, right?" I snapped, my hand gripping the edge of the VTN ROOM doorframe.Jessa Moore didn't even look up from her bag. She was shoving protein bars and raw steaks into a backpack with a frantic energy I hadn't seen since we fled Havencrest. "Authority doesn't matter when Brooke Caldwell is involved, Mars. She’s a polished menace. She doesn't use pack law; she uses fine print and silver-laced threats. We need to move before the moon reaches its zenith.""I just got the twins settled," I hissed, glancing back at the bed where the Reed Walker twins were tangled in a heap of limbs and fur. "And some stranger downstairs just tried to buy Apollo’s soul with milk chews. This city is crawling with predators.""It was a bag of candy, Mars. Not a blood contract," Jessa countered, finally looking at me. Her eyes were sharp, loyal, and weary. "But you’re right. This isn't Havencrest. People here ask too many ques

"He’s still lingering, isn't he?" Jessa Moore’s voice was like a whip-crack in the sterile silence of the hospital wing.I leaned back against the thin pillows, the Silverwood moon visible through the high window of my room. "I have no idea who you’re talking about, Jessa.""The doctor," she pressed, her sharp eyes scanning the corridor. "You’re the only patient in this ward. He should have been in here checking your vitals ten minutes ago. Instead, he’s been hovering by the door like a stray pup, and the second I catch his scent, he vanishes. It’s suspicious.""Maybe he just finds me terrifying," I countered, though my gut twisted. "I am a Reed, after all. People in Silverwood tend to avoid us.""Or maybe he’s fallen for that tragic, independent Alpha routine you do," Jessa teased, but her eyes softened. "I told my cousin Brooke about your plan to cross the border. She’s already pulling strings at Westline Holdings to clear your exit. She’s been loyal to you for years, Mars. You know

"I have nothing to do with him!"The words ripped out of my throat before I could even process the snarl behind them.The two accountants in front of me flinched, their eyes wide with terror. They probably thought they’d stumbled into a death trap. I stood there for a heartbeat, forcing the silver-cold fury back into the box in my chest. My hands were shaking, and I had to ball them into fists to hide the tremor."Just leave," I snapped, my voice dropping to a dangerous, low rumble. "Get out. Don't let me hear those rumors again. We live in a territory governed by the Council. If this hits the elders, you won't just lose your credits—you'll lose your status in the pack forever.""We’re sorry, Mr. Reed! We’re so sorry!"I didn't want to hear it. I just gestured toward the door. Once the sound of their frantic footsteps faded, I sank against the sink, my breathing ragged.Even after four years, the mention of Grant Walker was a phantom limb that still throbbed with pain. You couldn't en

"Mars, you seem completely devoted to this husband of yours."Victor Lang let out a jagged breath, the sound thick with the disappointment of an Alpha who had lost the scent of his prize."I don't want any more conflict in my life, Victor. I just want to be an ordinary wolf living in the Silverwood fringe.""But does this man feel the same level of devotion for you? Or are you the only one protecting the bond?"I stared at the reflections in the VTN ROOM glass before answering. "No one could love me more than he does.""I see. That is a definitive answer."I cut the link and threw my device onto the bed at the Pacific Crest Resort. I was hollow. Every ounce of my spirit had been spent lying to Jeffrey’s face. I was terrified he would sniff out the truth—that I was living a fabrication. I would never see Grant Walker again, but my soul was still marked by his scent.Back at the restaurant, Jeffrey was pouring silver-aged whiskey into Victor’s glass. "Long time, Victor. Drink with me."

The fact that I was a lone wolf, now burdened with the secret of the Reed Walker Twins, made my situation precarious. To the rest of the world, my daughter was a "natural progression" of a failed bond. But Victor Lang wasn't the rest of the world. He had seen Grant Walker’s eyes staring back at him from my child's face.The uncanny resemblance between the Alpha of the West and Abigail was a mark no amount of distance could erase.I felt my legs weaken. I could face down a rival pack or a hostile board of elders without flinching, but when it came to my pups, my armor turned to glass. I couldn't let the Walker bloodline lay claim to her—or to my son."What are you trying to achieve by cornering me like this, Victor?" I kept my eyes sharp, tracking his every movement as if he were a predator in the brush.Victor raised his hands in a mocking gesture of surrender. "Don't bare your fangs just yet, Mars. Yesterday, I had a long talk with Jeffrey. He was hunting for a photo of your daughter