บททั้งหมดของ The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Traci’s POV After finding out that I had some kind of mark on my neck, I was done. Watching the fights no longer interested me. Fighting and teasing Corbin didn’t even sound appealing anymore. I just wanted to leave. To hide. To go somewhere nobody could gawk and stare at me. Somewhere I wouldn’t hear whispers following me around every corner. Somewhere I wouldn’t have to listen to people speculating about things they knew absolutely nothing about. I had to admit, Corbin’s quick thinking about the tattoo worked. The whispers quieted. Not completely but enough. Now there was doubt. Now people had another explanation besides prophecy, destiny, and ancient bloodlines. They could argue over whether it was a tattoo instead of a mark. They could spread rumors about that instead. At least that gave me some breathing room. Because right now everything felt like it was piling on top of me. The setups. The attacks. The people trying to kill me. My eyes changing. My powers acting strange

Raiden’s POV “So,” Kael said around a mouthful of mashed potatoes. “Tell me again how you’re stuck with these fools for life.” He motioned his fork toward Zayden and me. I rolled my eyes. We had been having this exact same conversation for over an hour. Dinner had originally been planned for the three of us. I had only requested three plates be brought upstairs. Somehow that had turned into half our inner circle crowding into the suite, stealing food, taking over furniture, and turning a serious discussion about White Wolf history into complete chaos. Before Traci could answer, Corbin immediately jumped into the conversation. “Oh, this is my favorite part.” A laugh escaped him. “No really. Explain it again.” He pointed dramatically toward my brother and me. “You mean to tell me that when you first arrived and spent all that time trying to reject these two idiots, none of it would have worked anyway?” His grin widened. “That is absolutely hilarious.” A few chuckles echoed around t

Zayden’s POV I stormed out of the room and headed straight for my office. The second the door shut behind me, I dragged both hands through my hair and let out a frustrated groan. I needed a minute. I needed silence. Most of all, I needed to get away before I said something else I would regret. The accusations Traci had thrown out there sounded completely absurd. Impossible. Ridiculous even. I dropped into the chair behind my desk and stared out the large window overlooking the palace grounds. My jaw clenched as I replayed the conversation for what felt like the hundredth time. Isabella. Of all people, Traci had named Isabella. I’ve known Isabella since we were kids. We’ve attended the same celebrations. Shared meals. Trained in the same halls. She has worked this floor for years. If Traci had named almost anybody else, I would’ve started investigating immediately. But Isabella? No. It felt impossible. I leaned back and closed my eyes. Could Traci just be jealous of her? The tho

Traci’s POV I rushed out of that room so fast I nearly ran straight into one of the servants in the hallway. I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow down. I didn’t look back. I was done. Done with the visions. Done with the secrets. Done with the accusations. Done with both of them. The thought repeated through my head the entire walk back to my room. The book could say whatever it wanted. The moon goddess could have whatever plans she wanted. I didn’t care. The White Wolf couldn’t take a chosen mate? Fine. That didn’t mean I had to take the mates fate handed me either. Because I would rather be alone than spend my life with someone who didn’t trust me. The moment I needed Zayden to believe me, he chose her. Not me. But… Her. My chest tightened all over again as I pushed through the door and headed straight for the dresser. Raiden had tried to stop me. I knew he had. He’d reached for me. Tried to calm me down. Tried to talk. But I wasn’t hearing any of it. I pushed him away and left. Maybe

Roman’s POV I stood near the door and watched as Corbin greeted his guest. Within seconds the two of them were laughing and talking like they hadn’t spent years apart. Evidently, Corbin had known him his entire life. Hell, if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought they were brothers. The resemblance was unbelievable. Not necessarily in appearance, although there were similarities there too. It was the personalities that stood out. The sarcasm. The mannerisms. The way they interrupted each other and somehow continued the same conversation without missing a beat. These two were practically the same person. Corbin finally looked over and noticed me standing there. “Roman, I’d like you to meet Alpha Harold.” A grin appeared on his face. “He’s a very long-time friend. Hell, I consider him family.” A laugh escaped him as he patted Harold on the back. Harold shook his head. “You’re making me sound older than I already am.” “You are older than you already are,” Corbin laughed out