All Chapters of Alphas's Secret Baby: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JordanThe roar of the private jet’s engines echoed inside the cabin, competing with the heavy silence hanging between us. Celine, sitting beside me, was lost in a painful silence, her eyes fixed on the nighttime landscape. I could feel the heavy energy around her—a mixture of sadness and anger emanating from her.My focus was entirely on Celine, my Luna, who was facing one of the greatest pains life could offer. My hand rested on hers, seeking a connection, an anchor for her troubled soul. Every time our eyes met, I tried to convey my silent support, knowing words were inadequate in the face of the reality unfolding.As we flew to Seattle, my mind was on maximum alert. Celine’s safety was my priority, but at the same time the wolf inside me growled with helplessness, wishing I could reverse what had happened. I saw her cry, and every tear that fell from her eyes was a sharp knife in my chest.When we landed, the night was dense and silent. The police station awaited us like a somber

JordanIn Seattle’s noisy early morning, Ton and I went to the address Celine had given us as her assistant’s residence. The place was far from where my Luna lived. According to her, Diana had always been very private about her family, and she didn’t know who to notify about what had happened.When we reached the outside of the building, we observed its activity. Ton and I exchanged glances, assessing the location before shifting into our lupine forms. Skin contracted, bones realigned, and in moments we were wolves, ready to discover what our potential enemy was.We climbed the stairs, sniffing every human who had stepped foot in that place. The constant coming and going of people because of what had happened left us with even more work, but no wolf scent had been detected.The apartment was steeped in silence, with leaves and glass scattered across the entire floor. We entered cautiously, our snouts sniffing the air heavy with desperation and death.The detective had not been wrong.

JordanI growled low near Celine’s brother, making him immediately release her arm. He turned to me, trying to adjust his posture as leader of the place.“Put your hands on my woman again, and I guarantee you won’t touch anything else for the rest of your life.” Silence fell over the entire room, and the man’s eyes widened. “Your sister doesn’t need a defender, but unfortunately for you, I am extremely protective.” I grabbed the man’s tie as he began to exude a repulsive scent.“Is that a threat, Reynolds?” He tried to pull away, but I held his tie firmly and brought him close to my face.“I don’t threaten, Jones. I act. Be aware of that.” I released him, pushing him back into his chair. “And this serves as a warning to anyone in this room. Treat my fiancée badly, and I will take pleasure in destroying your peace.” Celine looked at me with pride and triumph.We left the room, and she turned to hug me.“You didn’t have to do that,” she said, kissing my face, and I smiled.“We have comp

JordanThe atmosphere around the funeral was still heavy when we returned to the apartment. The sudden attack, the men trying to separate us amid the mourning for Diana—everything continued echoing in my mind. My fury was contained, but the determination to resolve this only grew with every second.As I stepped into the apartment, the familiar scent of Celine calmed my senses. She stood beside me, steady despite the threats that kept emerging in our path. Ton, Elowen, and the security team were already there, all of them waiting for instructions.“Celine, Elowen, go rest for a while. Ton, with me.” I said, guiding them toward the sofa while Ton and I withdrew to a more private corner.“How did they manage to blend in so well at the funeral?” My mind worked quickly, trying to unravel the enigma.Ton crossed his arms, thoughtful. “Maybe some kind of illusion, magic. Could be a witchcraft trick. We need to be ready for anything.”I nodded, considering the range of threats we faced. “Let’

CelineThe room was steeped in the gravity of the revelation. The witches watched us attentively, aware of the urgency the curse imposed on my son. I trembled inside, but the determination to find a solution for Benjamin only grew stronger.“Jordan Reynolds is the descendant of the cursed wolf.” Gaia, the black-haired witch, spoke while I absorbed every word with a rising sense of despair. “Your son is condemned to death.”I took a deep breath, clutching the pendant Jordan had given me like an anchor. It was the only thing keeping the curse away from me, and now I longed for the same protection for our son.“This pendant… it protects me from the curse. I need one for Benjamin.” I held the pendant out to them, silently begging for a solution.Damares, the witch with the piercing eyes, studied the pendant with curiosity before turning to Gaia. They exchanged glances and seemed to debate in silence.“The pendant isn’t something we can replicate easily. It was made specifically for the Al