Todos los capítulos de THE WEREWOLF ALPHA REJECTED ME, THEN HE BOUGHT ME : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The packhouse was awake even at midnight.I felt it before I saw it—the low hum of dozens of wolves breathing under one roof, their bonds threading through the structure like something alive.Power. not loud. not aggressive. Just… constant. The vehicle rolled through iron gates, and Stromhaven rose into view.Four stories of dark stone, older than anything in my father’s territory. Ivy climbed the walls like it belonged there. Narrow windows cut through the upper levels, built for defense long before comfort.It didn’t feel like a home. It felt like something that endured. I stepped out before anyone could open the door for me. Cold air hit my skin. I welcomed it. Somewhere inside this place was what I had come for. the sealed room. the artifact. the truth my mother had died trying to protect.“Don’t wander.” The voice was sharp, controlled. I turned.The woman at the entrance stood perfectly still, like she had been there long before I arrived. “Maren,” she said. “I manage this ho

I had the lower level mapped by the second afternoon.Not physically. I hadn’t stepped past the stone stairs or touched the keypad yet. But I had a map. Built from observation. from patterns. from the way this house breathed.The staircase sat near the east dining room. The corridor below ran north to south. the sealed door waited at the far end, flush with stone meant to be invisible unless you already knew it was there. the keypad was mechanical. old.Which meant wear patterns. which meant access. Two days, and I would have a reason to go down there alone. three at most. That had been the plan.Then Senna told me someone had been asking about my bloodline for three weeks. and suddenly The clock started ticking.I found Maren in the kitchen at four. She was working through the provisioning ledger with precise, methodical efficiency. I sat across from her without asking and opened the secondary ledger she had assigned me.We worked in silence. the comfortable kind.“You already unders

Day four inside Stromhaven, and I had everything I needed. Access to the lower level—courtesy of maren’s inventory task. The corridor mapped. the sealed door located. The keypad analyzed. digits two, six, and nine were worn. used often. Important. I had three possible combinations I had tonight.I sat at the desk in my room, staring at my notes. trying to remember why I was here. the artifact.The seal.The territory that belonged to my bloodline being quietly destroyed. that had always been the reason. Three years of planning. three years of searching. and now. I was here.All I had to do was go downstairs, open the door, and take back what was mine. My wolf pressed against my ribs. silent. waiting.The problem wasn’t the plan. the plan was solid. the problem was him. twenty feet of stone separated us. one wall. one corridor. one man whose presence I felt before I heard him.I could still see his face on the staircase. that one moment. uncontrolled. unguarded. and it had stayed wi

The walkway conversation changed everything.And I had approximately forty-eight hours before reeve understood exactly how much I sat in the provisioning room, ledger open, pen moving.My mind wasn’t on the numbers. It was recalculating. reeve had made a move. It hadn’t landed. But men like him didn’t stop. they adjusted. shifted position. struck again.The question wasn’t if he would move. It was how fast. the seal was both the answer. and the problem. I needed to cleanse it. my mother’s notes described a restoration process. fragmented. Incomplete.Written by someone who believed she had more time. I understood the shape of it. but not the execution. for that I needed access. more than thirty seconds. more than one attempt. and I needed help.Someone inside the packhouse. Someone who wasn’t Zayden. Someone who could act without understanding everything. I closed the ledger. I already knew who.Maren was in the linen room. working through inventory with her usual precision. I stepped

Four words-And the room became something else."Vale crossed the border". I was already moving. Phone in hand. Jacket on. Boots pulled from beneath the bed. no hesitation. no second thought. three years of planning. Overtaken in seconds. reeve was contained. the signal wasn’t supposed to come. vale had moved anyway. I hit the corridor at a run and nearly collided with maren.She was already there. lamp in hand. expression sharp. “The northern sentinels,” she said immediately. “Three missing. no response.” The ridge. Same corridor. Same approach. “They’ve already breached,” I said. “Zayden’s in the war room,” she replied. “He asked for you.” The east tower war room was already alive. dorian at the map. Senna prepping supplies. Two enforcers.A border scout—dust still on his coat. Zayden stood at the head of the table. he looked up when I entered. The room settled. “Sit,” he said. Then “To her stay.” I stayed. “Twelve wolves crossed the ridge two hours ago,” he said. “mov