All Chapters of The Alpha’s Cold Snap: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I suddenly lost the appetite for the spotlight. Watching Sebastian glide across the floor with Valentina—the two of them sharing private laughs and looks—felt like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed the life out of my lungs."Elena, you look like you need some air," Oliver said, his voice low and perceptive.I nodded, grateful for the escape. Oliver reached for my hand, his touch supportive and steady, but before we could take a single step, the air in the room shifted. A heavy, dominant scent of cedar and cold steel slammed into us. Sebastian was there. His fingers locked around my elbow with a grip that left no room for debate."We need to talk," he growled, the low vibration of his Alpha voice making the hair on my neck stand up.“I don’t see why,” I shot back, trying to jerk my arm free. “Go back to your ‘favorite song’ with Valentina.”“Hey,” Oliver interjected, his brow furrowing as he sensed the tension. “Is everything okay? Sebastian, don't let the wolf out over a

Clara—the caregiver who had been tending to my mother’s shell of a body—just sighed. She clearly had no idea how to comfort a Navarro whose world was being dismantled piece by piece. Honestly, no one could untangle the psychic mess of my bond drama with Sebastian.I stood up and switched on the old record player, one of my mother’s most treasured possessions from the days when the Navarro pack still held territory in Spain. The pack doctor had suggested using familiar, meaningful sounds to stimulate her dormant wolf, so I had carefully transported this heavy, antique relic to St. Mary’s Private Hospital.I grabbed a worn vinyl at random, set the needle down, and let the deep, delicate melody flow through the sterile room. Then I sank wearily onto the couch and casually flipped through the pack gossip magazine Clara had left on the table.The first headline caught my eye: “Carrying the Alpha’s Heir After the Severance: My Ex-Mate’s Secret Pup.”My brow twitched. I pressed my lips toget

“Damn it—where the hell did her scent go?”Sitting in the back of my custom SUV, I glanced at my phone for the tenth time in as many minutes. The screen remained stubbornly dark—no pings from the pack link, no texts, nothing from Elena. I’d tried her number at least eight times since leaving Valentina’s penthouse."Still no trace of the Luna’s signature, sir?" Theo Bennett asked from the driver's seat, catching my eyes in the rearview mirror."No." The word came out as a low growl. I loosened my tie with an irritated tug, my wolf pacing restlessly behind my ribs.I'd just dropped Valentina off. She'd tried every trick in her considerable arsenal to get me to stay—the wounded gaze, the lingering touch on my arm, the whispered, "I’m scared to be alone tonight, Seb. My wolf is so unsettled.""Valentina, I have to go. You know the pack protocols," I told her, ignoring the flash of resentment in her eyes. I left without looking back. I’d given her all the protection my sense of duty requir

The moment we crossed the threshold of the manor’s sunroom, I scented them—two powerful wolves lounging in Doña Carmen’s inner sanctum, their auras humming with the casual dominance of high-ranking Betas. One was Oliver. The other? A stranger who looked like he’d been carved out of a luxury fitness magazine. He had the broad, powerful shoulders of a seasoned defenseman and a calm, predatory confidence that drew the eye without even trying. He moved with that same effortless, apex-predator rhythm as Sebastian and Oliver. My wolf stirred, whispering a name I’d heard in pack briefings: Diego Carrington."There she is!" Doña Carmen’s face lit up, her eyes crinkling with genuine affection as she spotted us. "My grandson's radiant Luna. Diego, is this the fierce woman you were inquiring about?"The stranger—Diego—scrutinized me with a intensity that made my skin prickle. His gaze was sharp enough to make me stand a little taller, masking my unease with a practiced, diplomatic smile. This wa

Around 4:00 p.m., on the trek back from Doña Carmen’s manor, the clouds finally broke. The rain started as a rhythmic tapping against the reinforced glass under a sky that had bruised into a deep, supernatural purple. I was pinned in the back seat with my mate, Sebastian—silent, brooding, and projecting a high-frequency Alpha irritability that made the very air in the SUV feel like it was vibrating with static.Honestly? I was done being intimidated.I wasn’t the same submissive wolf I used to be—the one who spent every waking hour scent-masking her own anxiety to keep Sebastian Blackwood’s temper from shifting. I was done managing his storms like a full-time job. Besides, I wasn't the one who had just lost a territorial race on the tracks. If anyone had a right to be snarling, it was me.Reaching into my gear bag, I pulled out the sleek mobile device Oliver had handed me at the stables. It was a high-end model but a generation old, which actually made his "spare in the office" excuse