Alle Kapitel von THE ALPHA’S DEBT: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

"Andrew, Lanka just vanished. One second he was here, the next—gone."I watched Serena through the glass, her voice dripping with that manufactured concern. I knew what Andrew would think. He’d assume I bailed because the sight of him with his new favorite was too much to stomach.Andrew’s jaw tightened, his scent turning to jagged ice. "If he wants to shirk his duties because of a personal grudge, that's his choice. You need a translator? I'll handle the Iridian dialogue myself."Master Dories offered a thin, disappointed smile. "I appreciate the gesture, Mr. Wolfe, but my schedule is tight. Let’s move on. Serena, let’s see if your violin can speak better than your brother acts."Her brow remained furrowed. I knew she had spent hours watching my old reels. She’d told Julian I was a diamond in the rough. Seeing this 'no-show' was clearly a blow.Dories stepped back into the suite. Anna gave Andrew a sympathetic shrug before ushering Serena inside. "Dories has a flight to catch. You ha

I stood there, my chest heaving as the scent of expensive wine and Hawthorne influence filled the room. Maren was about to speak, but the heavy oak doors of the private suite didn't just open—they were nearly unhinged.A wall of Julian’s enforcers flooded the room, shoving aside a Hawthorne server who tried to block the path. The elite pack members gasped, their glasses frozen mid-air. I walked through the center of the carnage, wearing my dark green silk shirt and tailored wide-legged trousers. My hair was pulled back with an obsidian clip, and I had Julian’s heavy coat draped over my shoulders like a mantle. I felt lethal.Right behind me was Carllo. He was rocking a black tracksuit, his hair in a high, aggressive ponytail. He had a cigarette dangling from his lips and a look in his eyes that suggested he was praying for someone to swing first.The room was paralyzed. By the time they realized I wasn't an apparition, I was already standing at the head of the banquet table."Lanka! Wh

Just when I thought I was about to be devoured on that sofa, the world went black.Andrew had chucked his discarded shirt over my head. By the time I yanked the fabric away, he was already at the bathroom door, looking back at me with a gaze that could peel paint."Better spend this time thinking about what you’re going to confess later," he barked.He disappeared inside, and the sound of the shower hitting marble filled the suite. I scrambled up and dashed for the door, but Andrew had used some Alpha-level override on the locks. I fiddled with the panel for ages, but it wouldn't budge. I was trapped.When he finally emerged, draped in a heavy charcoal robe, I was slumped on the couch, defeated. He sauntered over, towel-drying his damp hair. The robe was loose, and the scent of soap and cold rain made him seem even more imposing. I didn't dare look too long, scooting to the far edge of the cushions.Without a word, he dropped a heavy hairdryer into my lap. I looked up, and he was alre

I watched the Hawthorne family through the blur of my own anger, but it was Serena who truly held the floor. He sat there, cradling his face, the look in his eyes radiating a level of entitlement that only a favored pack-mate could possess.Julian Park let out a sharp, jagged breath. "You’ve got a lot of nerve."Serena’s tears intensified, his voice cracking as he leaned into Lydiasa’s side. "Right here, in front of everyone, Lanka tried to force those drugs down my throat. Andrew, you saw it. You just watched. If he’s this bold now, what’s to stop him from coming after the pup tomorrow? I’m terrified for my life."Serena pulled himself up, swaying slightly. "Better to end the uncertainty now than wait for him to finish the job. Mother, take me to the medical center."Lydiasa nodded, her eyes flashing with polished cruelty. "Fine. To Silverline, then!"Damon Hawthorne’s face was a mask of patriarchal fury. "If the heir of the Wolfe line is going to be hunted before he’s even born, wha

I stepped out into the crisp night air, avoiding the noise of the private room. I found a secluded spot by the jagged rockery in the courtyard, leaning back against the cold stone. I searched the sky for the Silver-Oak moon, but the Grand Meridian Hall’s artificial lights had choked out the stars, leaving only a pale, foggy haze.The silence was a lie. I heard footsteps crunching on the gravel behind me."Lanka? What are you doing out here alone?"I turned. Serena and Maren Cole were standing there, arm in arm, looking as thick as thieves.My jaw tightened. I’d only stepped out because I heard Serena and Margaret were heading home. If I’d known the shadows were this crowded, I would’ve sent Julian a text and vanished an hour ago.I gave Maren a sharp, short nod. "Just finished a meal with friends. I was on my way out."I tried to brush past them, but Maren’s voice turned into a whip. "Hold it right there!"They stepped into the narrow gap of the rockery, cutting off my exit. I had no