All Chapters of The Alpha Forgets : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

111 The weeks that followed settled into something neither Dark Mountain nor Silver Claw fully trusted. Peace. Not the fragile kind that existed between battles. Not the kind that came from exhaustion. Real peace. The sort that made warriors uncomfortable because they had forgotten what to do with it. For the first time in months, Dark Mountain wasn't preparing for an attack. There were still patrols. Still border checks. Still security reports. But they weren't living minute to minute waiting for the next crisis.The constant pressure had eased. The pack could finally breathe. Decker noticed the difference almost immediately. Wolves smiled more. The training yards were louder. Children played outside without their parents constantly watching the tree line. The dining hall stayed full long after meals ended because wolves actually wanted to sit together and talk. Simple things. Normal things. Things that had disappeared during the war. That didn't mean Decker stopped working. Far

113 The next morning, Decker looked far too calm. Tony noticed immediately. That alone made him suspicious. Decker was seated at the head of the conference table with a stack of reports in front of him, but he hadn’t read a single page in nearly ten minutes. His fingers rested lightly against the wood, his gaze unfocused in a way Tony had rarely seen from him. Not distracted by danger. Not lost in strategy. Happy. That was worse. Tony leaned back slowly in his chair. “Alright.” Decker looked up. “What.” Tony pointed at him. “That.” Jared, standing near the window with his arms crossed, glanced over. Decker’s brow lifted. “That?” “Yes. Whatever that is.” Decker’s mouth twitched faintly. Tony narrowed his eyes further. “Oh no.” Jared looked between them. “What.” Tony didn’t take his eyes off Decker. “He’s pleased.” Jared’s expression shifted slightly. Barely. But it was enough to show concern. “That is unusual.” “Exactly,” Tony said. Decker leaned back in his chair. “I ne

115 Eventually, the excitement settled. Not completely. That would have been impossible. Matthew was still grinning every few minutes. Adam still looked at Lotty like he couldn't quite believe what he'd heard. And Decker looked entirely too pleased with himself. But eventually the celebration gave way to business. As it always did. The conference room door closed again. This time the atmosphere was very different. Warmer. Less guarded. Still serious. But not hostile. Decker spread several folders across the table. Adam took the seat across from him while Matthew claimed a chair beside them with a notebook already open. The Beta looked almost excited. Which usually meant trouble for someone. "Alright," Adam said, settling into his chair. "Let's hear it." Decker nodded. The Alpha disappeared. The investigator emerged. For the next two hours, the room became a war map of information. Names. Dates. Routes. Financial transfers. Secret meetings. Confessions. Everything gathered from El

117 Decker and Lotty agreed not to announce the pregnancy right away. It was sensible. Private. Responsible. They wanted to wait until she was farther along. Long enough for the risk to lessen. Long enough for the news to feel steady beneath their feet instead of bright and fragile. They told themselves it would be easy. They were wrong. The first problem was breakfast. Lotty made it halfway through the dining hall before the smell of fried meat hit her. She stopped dead. Decker stopped with her. Tony, walking behind them with a report in hand, nearly ran into Decker’s back. “What?” Lotty clamped one hand over her mouth. Decker’s head snapped toward her. “Lotty?” Her eyes watered. “I’m fine.” She was not fine. Three seconds later, she turned and hurried out of the dining hall with more dignity than anyone vomiting into the nearest guest bathroom should have been able to manage. The entire dining hall went silent. Tony stared after her. Then slowly looked at Decker. Decker gave h

119 The regional council retreat sat in the valley between territories. Neutral ground. At least, that was what everyone called it. No one believed that anymore. Not after everything that had been uncovered. Not after Ellis. Not after Varric.Not after Gregory’s promises had begun surfacing like bones washed out of shallow graves. The retreat had once been used for peace talks, alliance ceremonies, succession discussions, and boundary agreements. It was old stone and dark timber, built around a central hall with eight private wings branching off from it like spokes. Eight Alphas were arriving. Eight packs. Eight versions of the truth. And not one of them trusted the others. Decker arrived with Lotty at his side. That alone changed the air. The Dark Mountain convoy rolled through the outer gates shortly after midday. Three SUVs carried warriors. One carried Decker, Lotty, Tony, and Jared. Garrick, Kara, and Elin rode close behind with the rest of Lotty’s guard detail. Decker had a