บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA’S DEBT: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

"Where do you think you're going with my son? He’s the only heir I have, and I’m counting on him to lead the Monroe line once he wakes up. He stays right here in this pack territory!"Paige Gardner sat firmly on the edge of the medical bed, gripping Carllo’s unconscious hand as if she were guarding a hoard of silver. Her brother, Apollo, stepped into my path, his chest puffed out to block my way."Lanka, you’ve lost your mind. Carllo is your mother’s pride, her only connection to the old ways. You're planning to smuggle him out of the territory like a thief in the night? What if his wolf can't handle the altitude of a plane? What if he dies in a land where there's no pack to mourn him? You’d be killing your mother too."Erica, Apollo’s mate, nodded with a sickly sweet smile that made my skin crawl."Lanka, honey, we know you mean well. You’ve been a dutiful brother, but you have to think about Paige. If Carllo wakes up in a foreign land without his mother, he’d never forgive you."Dan

I narrowed my eyes as the air between us thickened with that heavy, possessive Alpha scent Andrew always radiated when he was agitated. He finally let go of my jaw, his thumb dragging across the faint crimson mark his grip had left on my skin. He looked down at me, his brow furrowing into a dark scowl."Are you done with the 'innocent mate' performance?" he growled, his voice vibrating deep in his chest.I pulled back, my lip curling. "I learned from the best, didn't I? I fed all my loyalty to you for years, Andrew. Now there's nothing left for you to choke on."He flinched, a flicker of something—regret or perhaps just bruised ego—crossing his handsome face. He looked like he was nursing a migraine, his usual cold composure starting to crack."Are you jealous?" I asked suddenly, the words out before I could stop them.Andrew’s pupils blown wide for a split second. He recovered instantly, a mocking, razor-sharp smile cutting across his lips. "We aren't officially severed yet, Lanka. T

I stared at Andrew, my heart a hollow cavern where the wind of four years of lies finally began to howl."Wronged?" I let out a jagged laugh that scraped my throat. "How could I not be? I’ve been a ghost in my own skin for four years."That night—the night the moon turned blood-red and my life shattered—I hadn't moved a finger against him. Yet, between one heartbeat and the next, I became the pariah of the Silverline territories. I was the filth who had supposedly seduced my own pack-brother, a name spat upon by every wolf from the Hawthorne borders to the Redstone wastes. They painted me as a greedy, low-rank omega who had drugged an Alpha to secure a seat at the high table.Back then, I told myself I could survive the snarling and the stones they threw, as long as Andrew saw the truth. But he didn't. He looked at me with that same bone-chilling disgust, casting me into the abyss of Redstone without a backward glance.I had no one to carry the weight of that silence. Now, he stood he

I watched through the glass as the heavy door of the Cullinan swung open. Andrew stepped out, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the asphalt as he marched toward us.Serena didn't stay behind. I saw that familiar, icy glint in her eyes before she scrambled out to follow him, her movements practiced and delicate.Andrew came to a halt right in front of me. His golden eyes scanned my face, flickering with a strange softness that felt like a lie."You were at the clinic, Lanka," he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "Why are you at the Enforcer station?"I let out a jagged, mocking breath. "If I weren't here, how could I witness your unwavering devotion to the Hawthorne bloodline?"The sarcasm hit him; I saw his brow knit together. He opened his mouth to explain, but Carllo stepped between us, yanking me back as if Andrew’s very shadow was infectious."You’ve got some nerve, Wolfe," Carllo spat, throwing a mocking thumbs-up. "Still trying to play the 'good ex' while

I stared at my phone, the screen glowing in the dark of my bedroom. Lucas had sent a clip from the Wolfe Crest sitting room. Watching the elders and those high-rank omegas scatter like leaves in a gale under Andrew’s roar made my chest tighten.Hilary and Mrs. Brooks were Maren’s inner circle. Back when I was trapped at the estate, Maren would summon me whenever they visited. Even with a house full of servants, she’d make me serve the tea and peel the fruit, while her friends watched with mocking eyes, treating me like a stray they’d taken in out of charity. I was barely nineteen then, fueled by a desperate, pathetic hope that if I just endured their cruelty, Andrew might finally look at me with something other than disgust.Seeing him tear into them now... it was a bitter, confusing victory.My phone vibrated, snapping me out of the past. It was Lucas calling."Lanka? Is it true? Are you and Andrew really done?"Lucas sounded breathless, and I could hear the roar of a motorcycle engi