All Chapters of Alpha's Claim, Omega's Surrender: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Breakfast didn't matter. I couldn't swallow a single bite of the high-protein tray the Walker guards had brought. I shifted and ran, my paws hitting the forest floor in a rhythmic thunder until I reached the Silverwood medical sanctuary.Bella—my mother—hadn't just wandered off. She had orchestrated a ghost's exit.'There’s a silver-grade gate in the northern wall,' the head guard told me, his scent sharp with the musk of a wolf expecting a lashing from the Alpha. 'The landscape crew cycles through there every afternoon to tend the spirit-vines. Your mother must have tracked their rotation and slipped through the moment the latch clicked.'The facility was in an uproar. The two sentries stationed at the entrance of the VTN ROOM were trembling, their eyes fixed on the elevator, terrified that Grant Walker would descend and strip them of their rank for losing his mate’s mother.'It’s not on you,' I told them, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the tremors in my hands. 'My mother

Victor Lang doesn't need to know the name of a lowland scout. To her, Mars Reed is just 'the cleaner'—a ghost in the halls of the Walker Ridge Estate. She thinks calling him that is enough to strip him of his humanity.""Victor, stop. You’re pushing the core of my patience.""I think I deserve to know why my son is hiding a stray in his private den while his intended mate waits for him at the Tower. Do you really believe I’ll accept this? That I’ll sit back while you soil the Walker name with a nameless peasant?""The nameless peasant, as you call him, is the only one who didn't look at my bank balance before looking at my soul. You wouldn't understand that, Mother.""Grant! How dare you! Heather—Brooke—has been by your side since you were a pup. She’s a High Enforcer! She’s the only wolf with the strength to lead Westline Holdings alongside you. She even tried to hide your little secret from me to protect your reputation!""Is that what she told you? That she was protecting me?""She

"What in the Goddess’s name are they playing at, Mars? Since when does the High Shaman issue a decree of treason based on a single whisper from Brooke Caldwell?"Jessa Moore was pacing the floor of her den, her fur bristling even in her human form. She looked like she was ready to shift and tear the throat out of anyone wearing the Walker crest."I’m staring right at the Westline Holdings portal, Jessa. It’s not a whisper. It’s an execution order.""Mars, talk to me! You’re standing there like a statue while the Council prepares to hunt you!""I’m breathing, Jessa. Barely.""Don't you 'barely' me! We are going to the Walker Enterprises Tower tomorrow at sunrise. We’ll challenge the scent-evidence. We’ll show them the pills Tyler Walker tried to plant on you. You can't just let them erase your existence because Brooke wants a clear path to the Alpha’s bed!""Stay out of the line of fire, Jessa. You’ve got a good standing in the Silverwood scouts. If you stand with a marked traitor, the

"Grant, I’ve heard this sermon about your internal review before. It doesn’t change the fact that the High Chairman’s sigil is currently burning a hole through my reputation."I kept my gaze fixed on the table, refusing to look at him. If Grant Walker really wanted Brooke Caldwell, he would have let the Council proceed without this charade. But Brooke’s hatred for me wasn’t about who Grant loved; it was about who held the keys to the Westline holdings."Mars, eat your meal. You haven't touched a thing since we left Jessa’s."Grant let out a breath that was almost a growl, a low vibration of frustration hitting my ears. He knew my wolf was pacing, restless and ready to bolt. He was choosing to ignore my demand to tear up the contract and dissolve our bond."How can I eat when your father has practically called for a ritual hunt on my head?""I told you I would settle this. I don't care what the board posted. My word is the only one that carries weight in the Ridge.""Your word against

"Grant, put that communicator down. Now."I saw him flinch, not because of the volume of my voice, but because I’d stopped using his title. The air in the medical wing was thick with the scent of sterile herbs and the lingering, metallic tang of the Matriarch’s decaying life-force. On the other end of the line, the silence from Brooke Caldwell was deafening. Even Victor Lang looked stunned, her pale hands clutching the sheets as if she could pull her son back into her web by force."You heard me, Brooke. Don't waste your breath coordinating with my mother. Every tactical map, every movement you’ve tracked to pin the Prosperity Consortium leak on Mars—it’s worthless. I’ve seen the real scent-logs.""Grant? You’re delusional. This scout has you under a thrall.""I’m finished with the theatrics. The contract with the Caldwell line is dead. I’m hanging up."He didn't wait for her to retort. He tossed the device onto the small table by the heart monitor, and the room went cold. The mechani