All Chapters of The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Raiden’s POV The last thing Alvin said kept repeating in my head as we walked down the hallway toward the next cell. ‘A mole in your close ranks.’ Fuck. Who the hell could it be? Everyone close to us had been around for years. We didn’t just let random people into our inner circle. Roman and Ronan had been with us forever. Kael practically lived in our offices half the time. Ryker, Corbin, Samantha, Helen, the staff upstairs, every single person around us had been vetted more times than I could count. Yet Alvin hadn’t sounded like he was bluffing. That was the problem. I shook the thought away as we stopped outside Alpha Boris’s cell. Walking in, I already knew this wasn’t going to be as easy as the first two interrogations. The triplets were young. Arrogant. Emotional. Alpha Boris was none of those things. Before I unlocked the door, Traci looked up at me and smiled. “If you need help, just ask.” I nodded and bent down, placing a quick kiss against the top of her head. The d

Traci’s POV After we finished with the interrogations, if you could even call them that, we decided to head over to the arena and watch a few fights while making sure everything was running smoothly. With everything we had learned down in the dungeon, I could practically see the gears turning inside both Raiden and Zayden’s heads. Neither one of them had stopped thinking since Alvin mentioned the attacks and the possibility of a mole. They were both wound tight. I was hoping a couple hours away from the dungeon would help them relax. Even if only a little. The moment we entered the arena, heads turned. Then the whispering started. Again. I tried not to let it bother me, but I wasn’t understanding where all of this was coming from. Yes, people saw Zayden get shot. They saw him fall. They saw the chaos that followed. But nobody saw me glowing. Nobody saw what happened inside the suite. Nobody should know anything about me healing him. So how were the rumors spreading this fast? My

Zayden's pov. After the day's intensity faded, we all retreated to our quarters. My first priority was her. I headed straight for the bathroom, my movements quickened as I began to prepare a bath. I ran the water, testing it with my wrist until it reached that perfect, soothing temperature. The air soon filled with the warm glow of flickering candlelight as I placed them strategically around the massive jacuzzi tub. I added the fragrant oils, watching them swirl across the water's surface, and laid out the plush towels and everything else she might possibly need, wanting this to be perfect. When I walked back into the main room, I found her standing by the large sliding glass door, a silent silhouette against the twilight. "Vixen," I said, my voice softer than I intended. "I have your bath ready." She turned slowly, her eyes finding mine in the dim light. "You did that for me," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a kind of tender disbelief. I just nodde

Traci’s POV Last night with the guys was actually peaceful. That wasn’t something I ever thought I would say. If someone had told me a few months ago that I would willingly share a suite with two overprotective kings and somehow enjoy it, I would have laughed right in their face. Relationships were work. They were stress. They came with expectations, compromises, arguments, and enough emotional baggage to sink a ship. That was before you added royalty into the mix. Royals came with responsibilities, traditions, security details, and entire populations that suddenly felt entitled to know your business. Then somehow I managed to find not one king. But two. By all rights this should have been a complete disaster. Yet somehow it wasn’t. That was the part that kept throwing me off. Neither one of them was trying to change me. They weren’t correcting me every five minutes. They weren’t demanding I act a certain way. They weren’t even hinting at it. They simply let me be myself.

Corbin’s POV “So.” I leaned back in my chair and stared directly at Traci. The woman had somehow managed to advance through another round without throwing a single punch. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “Now that you somehow got out of your fight…” I paused dramatically and pointed an accusatory finger directly at her. Her eyes immediately narrowed. “Oh no.” I gasped. Then gasped again. My hand flew to my chest. “Did you pay Carl not to show up?” The entire booth went quiet. My eyes widened even more. “You did.” I pointed harder. “That’s exactly what happened.” I shook my finger at her. “You were scared.” Another dramatic gasp escaped me. “You knew you would lose.” This time both hands covered my mouth. Across from me, Traci stared for three seconds before shaking her head. “And the award for most dramatic appearance goes to…” She swept her arm through the air. “Drum roll please.” Without missing a beat, Roman started banging both hands against the table. The noise echoed t