All Chapters of Alpha's Claim, Omega's Surrender: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

After Brooke relocated back to the Silverwood territories, she claimed a high-prestige den not far from the Bay Residence. It was an ancestral property her parents had left to her before they moved to the Eastern Packs. The Walker family had always looked at her as the future Luna of the West Coast.Grant pulled the armored transport in front of the stone villa and signaled Brooke’s slate. "I’m at the gates. Come out.""Grant... could you... could you come inside and carry me?" Her voice was a strained whimper over the comms. "The silver-ache in my abdomen is so sharp I can’t even shift.""That severe?" Grant’s dark brows knitted together. "I'm calling the emergency healers then. They’ll dispatch a med-evac immediately."There was a brief silence on the other end. "No need. It’s just an inflamed organ. If I rest, I can make it to the door. Just wait for me.""Fine."Grant stayed in the driver’s seat. He knew it wouldn't look right for a High Alpha to be seen entering a high-born’s pri

Just how deep did Grant’s obsession with Brooke actually go?I stood in the silence of his study, my heart hammering against my ribs. I couldn't even fathom a wolf as stoic and unyielding as him—a true West Coast Alpha—going to such lengths for a fixated heart. Encrypted digital locks, hidden marks on his skin, handwritten scrolls tucked away like forbidden relics. Every single one of those actions felt completely alien to the Grant Walker I saw at the Tower, yet he had done them all for her.I didn't open the letter. I couldn't. I just silently slid the parchment back into the textbook, tucked the book into its slot, and ghosted out of the study. I felt like I had stepped over a boundary line made of silver. That was Grant’s private hunt. I had no business tracking his past, and I certainly had no right to feel this hollow ache in my chest because of it.I was a hired substitute. A ghost in a contract. Ghosts don't get to have feelings.Grant waited until Jeffrey returned to the clin

I stood paralyzed for a heartbeat, the weight of the lie suddenly feeling like a physical shackle. Kenneth’s suggestion caught me completely off guard.“Just call me Kenneth,” he said, his voice a soothing balm against the sterile scent of the hallway. “That’s how my inner circle addresses me.”I nodded, swallowing the awkwardness. In this world, beggars—or rather, debt-ridden wolves—couldn't be choosers. If I could present a halfway convincing partner to my mother and keep her in that surgical bed until the healers fixed her, I’d call him anything he wanted.As I climbed into Kenneth’s transport, I realized he hadn’t just shown up; he’d prepared for a siege. Resting in the back was a curated basket of rare moon-blooms and several vials of high-potency vitality marrow. My heart sank as I did a mental tally of the cost. I covertly checked my slate, staring at a bank balance that barely cleared four figures. It wouldn’t even cover the deposit on those vials.Kenneth caught my anxious ga

My thoughts felt like a stagnant marsh, thick with a cold, suffocating fog that made every breath a struggle. I practically crawled out of the hospital, my legs throbbing with a dull, leaden heat from standing through the entire lunar cycle.I couldn't go another step. A small, early-morning apothecary and cafe was just opening its shutters. I stumbled inside, pointing blindly at a menu before collapsing into a chair to let my heart slow down.The proprietor, an older woman with the kind eyes of a healer, brought over a plate of fried eggs and warm goat’s milk. She gasped when she caught my scent and saw my face."Great Spirits, lad, what happened to you? You're bleeding! We need to seal those tracks."She hurried to the back for some antiseptic and yarrow salve. Only then did I catch my reflection in the dark glass of my slate.It was a jagged mess.Brooke’s claws had raked a line dangerously close to my eye. Between my own grimacing and the cold air, the wound had split and started

It was nearly noon when I finally found a gap to breathe. My fingers felt stiff from the keyboard, and the sterile hum of the Walker Enterprises Tower was starting to grate on my nerves.Subconsciously, I reached for my slate and swiped into our encrypted thread.Silence. The chat with Grant was the third one down, the last message still that cold warning I’d sent about the clinic.Knock knock.I looked up to see Kevin leaning against the doorframe.“Keep your eyes on Genesis Creations Inc. out at Lumina Bay,” he said, his tone shifting into professional gear. “They’ve been snapping up territory and tech assets all cycle. That’s the reason the Alpha is on this circuit—the Tower is looking at a private placement to buy into their momentum.”“Understood.” I immediately pulled up the dossier on Genesis.Kevin chuckled at my intensity. “Easy, Reed. The Westline Holdings deal is inked, and the project is moving. You’ve put in enough sweat on the Social Networking Service to guarantee your