บททั้งหมดของ Ice Claimed: The Alpha’s Obsession: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

"You saw the glacial wall on his face and figured it out, didn't you?" Brandon asked, stepping onto the training floor and leaning against his stick. "Did you track Ethan to the upper rink?""I just drove back from the neonate healing facility," I muttered, dropping my gear bag onto the bench. I had zero desire to dissect the Alpha's mindset right now."I ran a perimeter check by the medical bay myself before the evening skate," Brandon said, guiding me toward the locker room bench with a steady hand on my shoulder. "The pack healer confirms young Collins has fully adapted to the high-altitude climate. His vitals are locked in. Job told me it is wisest to leave the Alpha to his own lane right now. He shut down completely after the matriarch Margaret passed, and this loss hit the exact same nerve."I raised my eyes to meet Brandon’s gaze. "Ethan tracked Mason to the ancestral den to end his lineage line today because Mason orchestrated the hit on Grandpa Elio. In the final seconds, Den

“Securing that red steel locker is the only way our pack can truly force Ada Lube off the ice,” McQueen Happiness muttered, leaning over the mapping table.“Are you referring to young Charles Whitaker?” Chloe Bennett dropped her drying towel onto the bench, her mind scanning the roster of the junior league. “That pup is a digital prodigy on the ice. He managed to breach the mainframe of Silvercrest Holdings last winter, locking down their entire training facility for hours.”McQueen nodded, his eyes fixed on the draft layout. “I slipped a few silver coins to one of the ice-maintenance crew at Ada Lube’s private rink. He confirmed that the winter Collins Parker crossed back over the mountain lines, the Alpha's personal quarters were breached. The entire Carter line was turning over stones for days. I am certain the red steel locker was moved during that blizzard.”“Then the play is clear. If we map every skater who had clearance to cross his threshold during those suns, we track the on

I have an auxiliary nurse under contract within this territory, Patricia, and I will integrate her into the rotation to share the watch over young Collins. I do not want your system to burn out from constant vigilance,” I told her as we unpacked the crates.Patricia nodded, her eyes scanning the reinforced walls. “Collins, do you intend to guide our transport back to Mysticfall once the seasonal alignment concludes?”I read the underlying anxiety in her scent; she was concerned that my wolf was abandoning our native hunting grounds permanently.“We will absolutely return to our home ice. Collins Parker and Jess are anchored in the Mysticfall academies, and the operational center of my pack sits within those borders.”Patricia let out a long, steady breath, her posture relaxing at the confirmation.Meanwhile, back within the Mysticfall lines.The main den felt completely hollow the moment I cleared the perimeter with the newborn.Job had taken Jess to the high-performance rinks for her

“The boy’s inner beast is firing on all cylinders, so his systemic indicators are completely optimal,” Charlotte Whitmore remarked as she glided toward the bassinet, tapping her fingers against the timber rail to engage young Collins. “Collins, does your blueprint involve returning your line to Mysticfall once the seasonal alignment passes?”“Affirmative. What is your trajectory?” I asked.“My advanced skating modules at the valley academy resume with the spring thaw, so my indicators don't involve crossing back into the home sector just yet.” A sudden film of grey shadow lowered into Charlotte’s eyes.The psychological lacerations from the recent ambush on the lower ice had severely compromised her system; her wolf used to project an absolute intensity through her gaze, but that raw brightness had completely vanished from her baseline.“Charlotte, the alignment between your den and Tyler Dawson…”“The contract has suffered a total fracture. I indicated to your trackers previously tha

“Why are we sitting around the den when the ice is calling, Tyler? Look at the hour. My Sire mentioned Isabella is throwing a pack celebration for her rink-mate's ranking tomorrow. Let’s hunt down a proper tribute.”“You know I loathe navigating the territory lines after dusk, Brandon. Take it up with Alpha Hayes if you want an escort through the outer rim.”“Fine. Isabella won’t be sniffing the threshold until dawn anyway, so get your fur under control and sleep. Do not wait up for my scent. I will be tracking outside our borders late.”“Whatever.”The following sunrise, Isabella crossed into the northern territory pack-house, clutching the wrapped tribute, my shadow-guard tracking two paces behind. The grand hall vibrated with the chaotic, raw energy of young pups shifting and wrestling on the heavy rugs, prompting the master of the longhouse to gesture toward the back den where the elder wolves were already deep into a high-stakes card game.The heat of the crowded room soon made m