Semua Bab MARKED BY THE THREE ALPHAS : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Lila's pov The walk back to the compound was quiet.Not uncomfortable.Just heavy.Ronan stayed beside me the entire way, but he barely spoke. His usual composure had returned on the surface, his posture controlled again, his expression unreadable, but I could still feel the strain beneath it.He was bracing himself.For rejection.For distance.For the moment Kade and Darius looked at him differently.It made my chest ache.The compound came into view through the trees just after midnight, lanterns glowing softly against the dark. A few patrol wolves glanced up as we approached, but no one stopped us.Word hadn’t spread yet.Good.Ronan slowed slightly near the entrance steps.“You don’t have to stay,” he said quietly.I looked at him immediately. “Yes, I do.”His jaw tightened faintly, like he wanted to argue but didn’t have the energy left for it.Inside, the main hall was silent except for low voices coming from the strategy room.Kade and Darius were waiting.Of course they were

Lila's pov The compound felt different when Kade and Darius were both buried in pack business.Quieter.Not calmer, Bloodmoon never truly got calm these days, but the energy shifted, like the structure had temporarily loosened its grip and left space for something else to exist.Space Ronan didn’t usually take up.I found him in the training yard.He was alone, as expected.Ronan always chose solitude the way other people chose breathing, instinctively, like it kept him functioning.He didn’t look up when I approached.“You’re avoiding paperwork again,” I said lightly.A faint pause.“I finished it.”“That fast?”“I don’t procrastinate,” he replied.I raised an eyebrow. “You definitely avoid.”That earned the smallest flicker of something like amusement at the corner of his mouth.It disappeared quickly.But it was there.I stepped into the training space fully now. “Kade and Darius are going to start sending patrol logs to your desk if you keep disappearing.”“I’ll burn them,” he sa

Lila's pov Silas Steele had disappeared six years ago.Officially, he was dead.According to every surviving record Garrett managed to uncover, he’d been listed among the casualties after the massacre. Another elder lost during the hunters’ attack.But dead men didn’t leave financial trails.And they definitely didn’t keep receiving payments.The evidence hidden beneath the ruins changed everything.For the next week, the team followed every lead Silas had left behind.Bank transfers.False identities.Human contacts.Safehouses connected to Purge Initiative operations.And the deeper they dug, the uglier the truth became.“He didn’t just betray the pack,” Garrett muttered one evening as he sorted through another stack of stolen records. “He built a career out of it.”Ronan sat across from him in grim silence.We were camped on the outskirts of a human city now—gray, crowded, and loud in ways supernatural territories never were. The smell of smoke and gasoline lingered constantly in

Lila's pov Bloodmoon became a fortress almost overnight.The moment they returned with news of the Purge Initiative’s planned offensive, the entire compound shifted into preparation mode.No one panicked.That was the frightening part.The pack adapted too quickly, too efficiently—like everyone understood instinctively that survival depended on movement now.On readiness.Kade took control of defensive strategy immediately. Maps covered the strategy room walls within hours, marked with patrol routes, weak points, fallback positions, and evacuation paths.Darius handled combat training.Relentlessly.The training grounds echoed from dawn until well past dark with sparring drills, command exercises, and coordinated pack movement. He pushed everyone harder than usual, including himself.Ronan disappeared constantly.Scouting.Tracking.Gathering intelligence about Purge Initiative movements and possible infiltration points.And me—I became responsible for the thing no one else could ma

Lila's pov Garrett stayed.At first, I thought it was temporary.A few days at most while Bloodmoon prepared for the Purge Initiative’s attack. Another fighter was useful, especially one who already understood the enemy better than most of us did.But days turned into a week.Then longer.And somehow Garrett simply… remained.Not intrusively.Not like he assumed he belonged.If anything, he seemed careful not to take up too much space.He trained with the warriors during the day, helped reinforce patrol routes at night, and spent most evenings buried in strategy discussions with Kade and Ronan.The pack watched him cautiously at first.Not because they distrusted his strength.Because they knew what he represented.Ronan’s past.The massacre.Everything painful and unfinished.I think Garrett understood that too.Which was why he never pushed.Not with Ronan.Not with anyone.Still, tension lingered between them.Not hostile anymore.Just complicated.The kind of complicated built fr