All Chapters of The Alpha’s Cold Snap: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

"Get down on the floor before the silver spikes pierce your throat!" I roared, my hand already slamming into Amara's shoulder to drive her body flat against the granite stones.She let out a sharp, choked gasp as my massive frame pinned her beneath me. Her fingers clawed into my lapels, her blue eyes wide and disoriented. "Zorren?""Do not move a single muscle!" I commanded, covering her neck with my forearm. "Bury your face."She froze under my weight, instantly obeying.All around the chapel sanctuary, the elite wolves of the Ironfang Consortium were howling in sheer panic, scattering toward the exits only to get cut down by the whistling iron cross-bolts raining from the high windows. Blood sprayed across the torn ceremonial tapestries, turning the pristine silver-leaf decorations into a crimson slaughterhouse within seconds.The scent of burning sage was entirely replaced by the copper stench of fresh death.When I felt Amara’s small frame shudder violently as she tried to look at

"Put that money back in your pocket, Amara," my own brain yelled at me like an annoying hall monitor.I sat on the squeaky old bed inside the Valecrest Towers apartment and flipped through the thick stack of silver Vargan credits anyway. My fingers were shaking hard, making the paper currency click like dry leaves. Zorren Vukari thought he could just pay me like a machine and tell me to get out of his big armored Shadowfang Phantom. He said the job was done because the sun was over the mountain ridge. It made my chest hurt so bad, like a heavy rock was sitting right on my lungs."Why are you acting like a total baby?" I muttered to myself, rubbing my eyes until they stung. "You got ten thousand credits. That is enough to buy Kairo the best training wraps in Blackthorn City and pay the rent so the mean landlord doesn't kick us into the gutter."But my wolf inside was howling, completely miserable. She didn't want the warlord's money. She wanted him to stay. She remembered how he looked

"You were totally right, Alpha," Tade Okoro said, bursting into my high-floor office inside the Vargan Dominion packfront enterprise and tossing a thick folder onto my giant desk. "It's them."I didn't say the name out loud. I couldn't. Every single time that word passed my fangs, it tasted like bitter silver ash and made my inner wolf roar so loud I wanted to tear apart the whole Obsidian Quarter just to stop the burning in my veins.So we just called them them.The Prizrak. It was the ancient rogue dialect word for specter. They were a ghost pack of bloodstained phantoms who didn't exist on any regional Council registry.They were high-tier assassins from the northern wastes who would rip out any alpha's throat if you gave them enough raw gold. The elders whispered that they were behind every major packline execution for the last fifty winters.And two decades ago, someone paid them to wipe out the Vukari bloodline.It only took my wolf twenty-four hours to hunt down the traitor who

Zorren's silver eyes went wide. It was just a tiny flicker, but I could tell he was completely shocked by my reaction. He definitely wasn't used to anyone pushing him back. "You are rejecting the treaty.""You bet I am," I barked, planting my fists on my hips. "What? Did you honestly think you could just march down to my den and buy my family like livestock?""Your nest is drowning in debt," he said, using that calm, annoying voice again. "You clearly need the resources.""And you clearly have no idea how to talk to people." I completely forgot about keeping a safe distance from a supreme predator and stepped right into his personal space. I was barely half his size, but my inner mother wolf was roaring with enough fury to match his entire pack. "You stomp into my territory, you insult my life's work, you call my den a dump—""I did not call it—""Yes, you did!" I shouted. "This run-down den is my home, Zorren! It is the only safe place my son has in this entire city. And you do not g