Semua Bab Ice Claimed: The Alpha’s Obsession: Bab 51 - Bab 60

"Get out! Leave the Carter pack lands! You aren't permitted to set paw back here without my say-so!"Mason was paralyzed with terror. He scrambled toward the exit, Jess trailing in his wake like a shadow.Victor Brooks was so shaken his face had turned a ghostly shade of blue. He gripped his husband Natalie's arm, his voice trembling. "Don’t breathe a word of this to Ethan. If he finds out, he won't just end Mason; he’ll hunt us all. Let him focus his rage on Collins!"Natalie’s eyes were bloodshot, the wolf within him pacing. "I’m just terrified he’s going to kill the boy.""He won't!""How can you be sure? Have you forgotten how Andrew Parker met his end?!" Natalie choked out, burying his face in his hands as the weight of the legacy crushed him.The black sedan didn't slow its pace until the city of Mysticfall was a distant memory. The mountain roads were deserted, the moon hidden behind thick clouds. I sat in the back, my eyes clamped shut, trying to regulate my scent so he wouldn

"Choke on your own drink and leave me out of it," I snapped, the weight of the day pressing down on my chest like lead. I stood up, abandoning my spot on the velvet sofa next to Ethan, and marched across the room to sit beside a man I didn't even know.Ethan’s brow slammed together. I could feel the heat of his gaze from across the hall. He watched me settle in next to a complete stranger—some pack outlier—as if I’d rather breathe the air of a nameless rogue than remain within an inch of him."Relax, Ethan! I’m not going to bite your little prize! Hahaha!" the stranger barked, clearly enjoying the Alpha’s mounting fury.Ethan didn’t respond. His jaw looked like it was carved from granite. He tilted his head back and drained his glass in one aggressive swallow.An hour dragged by until the python feast was laid out. The scent of roasted meat filled the hall, and the pack began to gorge. I stayed in my corner, nursing a glass of water.Ethan stood up and disappeared toward the back of t

"I’m grounded here for the moment," I muttered, my voice barely a thread."I’ve already signaled the authorities. They’re coming to haul us back to Mysticfall," Hayden said, his small face set with a determination that broke my heart.My pulse spiked. I looked past Hayden’s shoulder and froze. Ethan Carter was looming in the doorway like a shadow over the ice.He’d caught every word. I instinctively yanked Hayden into my chest, shielding him with my own battered body. Hayden didn't get why I was panicking until he followed my gaze.Seeing Ethan’s frozen, lethal expression, Hayden raised his voice, desperate to sound bigger than he was. "I called the law! They’re on their way!""Hayden, stop! Not another word!" I hissed, terrified he’d push Ethan over the edge again.The dark purple ring around Hayden’s neck was a screaming reminder that the Alpha didn't play by human rules. I could take whatever Ethan threw at me, but I wouldn't let my son be the casualty of this power play.Ethan ste

“Could he have lost his mind on that transport and ripped the stitches wide? Or did he simply refuse to let the medical team intervene once they touched down?” I whispered to the empty, freezing room.I let out a broken sob, the salt of my tears stinging my chapped lips.The reality was a sledgehammer to my chest: Ethan was gone. The Alpha of the Silvercrest Wolves was no more.Healers could mend a broken bone or close a jagged gash, but no one in the Kingdom of Valeria could pull a soul back from the afterlife.Just a few hours ago, I had held a blade above his heart, convinced that his end would be my beginning. So why was my chest caving in now that the world claimed he was truly dead?Every digital screen in the lodge flickered with new updates on the tragedy.[Farewell to a King: The Fall of the Wolf on Ice!][Silvercrest Holdings: Can the Empire Survive Without the Carter Legacy?][The Tragedy of Ethan Carter: A Life of Glory and Ghostly Sorrows.][Was There Foul Play? The Myste

“Make sure you’re back by six with the pups,” I said, leaning against the porch railing as the cool mountain air swept through the valley.Tammy waved a hand dismissively, already corralling Hayden and Layla toward the sled-truck. “Collins, relax. The weather is perfect for the tundra park. Go get your physical done, take a nap, and stop hovering. We’ll be fine.”“It’s not too much trouble?” I asked, watching my daughter practically vibrate with excitement.“They’re future Alphas, not newborns,” Tammy laughed, tossing her hair. “Taking them to the ice rink is a vacation for me, not work.”I signaled to the pack guards to follow them at a distance. Once the truck disappeared over the ridge, I retreated into the lodge and bolted the heavy timber door. My leg was throbbing, a dull ache reminding me of the silver-laced tragedy that had nearly claimed us both.On the low table sat a sleek white case. Charles Whitaker had left it. He called it his talisman—a token from his days as a rookie