บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Claim, Omega's Surrender: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 189

Mars Reed POV“My fingers do not hesitate for a single fucking second before my thumb slams hard on the red icon, hanging up the call and instantly blocking Victor Lang’s territory number from my screen,” I growl, my chest heaving as my hot breath rattles the cheap plastic casing of the phone.My mind sees absolutely zero reason to keep in close touch with an industry power who had pulled strings from a distance just to betray my wolf. Whether his dominant voice wanted to offer a long explanation or shirk the blame for the silver blades, my ears have absolutely no interest in hearing his lies. My hands quickly hail a local pack cab on the foreign street, and my broken torso rushes to the coordinates glowing on my display, only to discover that the iron gates belong to the private sanctuary owned entirely by the wealthy Walker family line. The mere prospect of even getting past the outer territory guards to see Grant is incredibly hard, let alone actually dragging my male skin into his

Mars Reed POV“My throat swells tight as the young male pack surgeon flashes an encouraging smile, but his heavy words instantly twist a raw, agonizing knot deep inside my gut,” I whisper, my knuckles tightening against the armrests of my wheelchair until the metal groans.Grant Walker had been brutally sliced open by silver blades trying to save my own skin from Brooke Caldwell's ambush, yet my name was the only single thing his inner wolf kept howling for in the dark.“Don't shed tears, mate,” the young doctor blurted out, his scent turning flustered as his fingers hurriedly hand my lap a rough piece of cloth.My lips manage a weak, trembling smile. “Thank you for saving him.”“You are entirely welcome! My spirit is just glad your boots could make it across the ocean. Honestly, my mind thinks the very first wolf Alpha Grant would want his eyes to land on when his body wakes up is you.” The doctor’s face brightened with a heavily relieved smile. “During the long hours under the blade

Mars Reed POV“My hands slam the white double doors of the VTN ROOM open, the heavy scent of copper and fresh alpha blood instantly rushing down my throat as Grant Walker’s weak voice reaches my ears,” I growl, pushing my wheels frantically across the clean tile floor toward the pack mattress.“My wolf needs to see Mars… where the fuck is Mars Reed?” Grant groans, his large male chest heaving against the medical straps as his eyelids flutter open.“My body is right here, Grant, my claws are right here beside your skin!” I bark out, my rough male voice cracking with thick emotion as my hands propel the wheelchair straight to the iron frame of his bed.Grant struggles fiercely to turn his scarred face toward my position, and it is only upon catching my specific lone wolf scent that his dominant shoulders finally relax, the intense tension in his dark brow dissolving into immediate relief. He tries to reach out his thick arm to touch my jaw, but the heavy tubes tethered to his veins rest

Mars Reed POV"Brooke Caldwell always possesses a sickening knack for staging wild pack drama, and this madness is undoubtedly her pathetic way of dodging the silver execution bullet," Jeffrey Vance growls, his large shoulders dropping as he leans his weight heavily against the iron bedpost.Grant Walker does not buy her performance for a single second, his dark alpha eyes narrowing into hard slits. To be completely fair, as a dominant supreme leader who moves literal mountains in the territory world, sharp predatory wits are an absolute necessity for his survival. Grant stays perpetually on his toes around every single wolf in the West Coast circuit, except his inner wolf drops all its guards the exact second his nose catches my specific lone wolf scent."God, my own mind was such a massive, blind fool back in the day," Jeffrey groans out loud, his knuckles rubbing his bandaged forehead as if he wishes his boots could time travel back to the old den and rip some raw sense into his yo

Mars Reed POV"My wolf locks its gaze on Quincy as his male tongue affectionately calls Alpha Grant’s father by his raw first name, Jonathan," I growl softly, the vibrations hitting my chest as I sit in the wheelchair. That specific casual tone immediately suggests to my inner beast that there might be a much deeper history circulating between their high-ranking bloodlines.“So, your lineage and Grant’s dad are tightly bonded, then?” I inquire, my male voice thick with a sudden hint of raw territorial curiosity.“Oh, my own father and Alpha Jonathan have been sworn pack brothers for decades,” Quincy explains with a sharp, warm smile, showing his fangs in a friendly gesture. “My boots used to run wild all over the Walker Ridge Estate all the time when my wolf was just a cub. I actually haven't met Alpha Grant a whole lot during our younger seasons, though. His father usually kept his frame away at the elite northern academies here in the States, while my own body grew up studying the an