All Chapters of The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Traci’s POV I knew exactly what they were doing. Roman wasn’t nearly as slick as he thought he was. The moment he started talking about the fights, I knew he was trying to buy time. Corbin was helping, Harold caught on quickly, and before I knew it, everyone had somehow managed to turn my departure into a discussion about tournament matches. Normally, I would’ve called them out on it immediately. The thing was, Harold genuinely wanted to watch. That changed everything. The second he mentioned wanting to see me fight and then casually suggested I might be a good fit leading his warriors, the situation stopped feeling like a setup. This wasn’t about delaying my departure anymore. This was about proving myself. It was about showing someone exactly what I could do without everyone constantly talking about prophecies, marks, visions, White Wolves, bonds, mates, and whatever new disaster seemed determined to land on my head every five minutes. For once, I wanted somebody to see me. Not

Ralph’s POV Damn that fucking guy. I waited for him half of yesterday. Half the damn day. Six hours. Six whole hours before he finally bothered calling me back, only to casually tell me that something had come up. I still couldn’t believe the nerve of that man. He insisted I go with his crew to talk to my daughter. He acted like it was urgent, like the world would end if I didn’t leave immediately. Then he stood me up. What kind of man does that? A liar. That’s what he is. Then, just when I finally stopped waiting around, he called again an hour ago and informed me his men were already on their way. I got no warning. No preparation time. Nothing. Just another order. Now here we were standing at the entrance to this damn bunker. “Cover your ears, guys,” one of Maddox’s men said as he stepped onto a stone near a group of other stones. “Boss said there’s an alarm when the hatch opens.” The ground shifted beneath our feet. A hidden hatch slowly rose upward. I immediately clamped bot

Traci’s POV I looked away from the balcony. Away from the man who had just saved my life. Everything had happened so fast that my mind was still struggling to catch up. One second I had Bull locked in my choke hold. The next he had been shot and was falling backward directly on top of me. “That idiot was heavy as hell,” Aurora huffed dramatically. “Zayden saved our life and that’s your concerned about?” I rolled my eyes. “Am I wrong?” She muttered something about me being impossible, and honestly, she wasn’t wrong. My thoughts kept circling back to the same thing. Zayden saved me. He saw the knife. He reacted before anyone else. He didn’t hesitate. The realization sat heavily in my chest as Roman helped clear the ring and security immediately flooded around us. Then suddenly Raiden was there, running straight toward me with fear written all over his face. His eyes were wide, his expression pale, and before I could even process it, he had dropped to one knee beside me and ge

Traci’s POV I took a deep breath and slowly sat up straighter on Raiden’s lap. The room felt strangely empty now that everyone had left. No Corbin pacing around and giving dramatic speeches. No Harold watching from the sidelines. No interruptions. Just us. Me. Raiden. Zayden. The conversation I had been dreading was finally here. My eyes lifted to Raiden first. The moment our gazes met, my heart sank. The sadness in his eyes was impossible to miss. The fear. The uncertainty. He was waiting for me to leave. Waiting for me to tell him this was over before it had even truly begun. Aurora sighed softly. “He’s expecting the worst.” I already knew. I could feel it through the bond. The hurt. The guilt. The heartbreak. Everything. I let out a slow breath. “I can’t reject you.” Both brothers immediately looked at me. “It’s useless. It won’t take.” My hand lifted and settled against Raiden’s cheek. His eyes closed briefly as he leaned into my touch before opening them again. “Hey,” I

Raiden’s POV I woke up and opened my eyes, and the very first thought that hit me was Traci. That kiss. The way she looked at me. The way she made sure I understood she wasn’t angry with me. After everything that happened, after all the troubles and misunderstandings, that one conversation had helped more than she would ever realize. Mentally. Emotionally. In every possible way. A small smile pulled at my lips as I stared up at the ceiling. But even with that reassurance, I still wasn’t completely sure where we stood. She talked last night like she couldn’t forgive Zayden. Like the damage was too deep. Yet she also said she wouldn’t choose only one of us. “Exactly what does that mean?” Nyx asked. I rubbed a hand across my face. “I’m not sure, buddy.” Because I wasn’t. One thing I did notice though was she kissed him too. I pointed out to him. “Yeah, but we got two,” The smugness in his voice was immediate. A chuckle escaped me. Everything was always a competition with him.