All Chapters of The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Zayden’s POVThe three of us already made our way to the dining room to enjoy our breakfast after the three of us actually got a peaceful night of rest. Morning sunlight poured through the tall windows, washing the stone floor in streaks of gold while staff quietly moved around the room, setting fresh bread, fruit, eggs, and steaming mugs across the long table. The smell alone was enough to remind me that life hadn’t completely stopped.Sarah was sitting up. That simple fact still didn’t feel real. She looked tired, paler than usual, but she was smiling, and every now and then I’d catch someone glancing toward her just to make sure she was still there. It wasn’t intentional. None of us could seem to help ourselves. She had been gone. Now she wasn’t.Kael leaned back in his chair, waving a piece of toast like it was making some profound point.“I’m just saying,” he announced, “if Roman keeps eating like this, we’re gonna have to reinforce the dining room chairs.”Roman looked up witho

Traci’s POVTwo weeks. It was amazing how much life could change in just fourteen days.Standing in the middle of the palace gardens, it was almost hard to believe everything that had happened. Two weeks ago, Sarah had been fighting for her life while the entire palace held its breath, praying she’d open her eyes again. Now she was walking beside me as if none of it had ever happened, stopping every few feet to admire flowers that had bloomed while she was stuck inside. I smiled to myself as a warm breeze drifted through the gardens, carrying the sweet scent of roses. Whoever had planned these gardens had known exactly what they were doing. Bright flowers stretched in every direction, butterflies lazily floated from blossom to blossom, and somewhere farther down the path I could hear water trickling from one of the stone fountains.It was peaceful. The kind that came from knowing, at least for today, nobody was bleeding, nobody was screaming, and nobody was trying to kill someone I l

Zayden’s POV If someone had told me this morning that the most dangerous thing I’d face all day would be paperwork, I would’ve laughed in their face. Now, I wasn’t so sure. The words, “Your Majesties, we have a situation,” tended to erase any chance of a peaceful afternoon. The warrior who’d delivered the message hadn’t looked panicked, but he hadn’t looked relaxed either. His expression had remained carefully neutral, which somehow made me even more suspicious. Men who wore that look usually knew something they weren’t willing to explain. Raiden stood from his desk beside me, setting his pen aside without another question. We’d both learned a long time ago that if one of our warriors came looking for us, it was usually faster to see the problem than stand around discussing it. Traci was already sliding off my lap. She glanced at me once before folding her arms across her chest. “I’m still mad at you.” A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. “I noticed.” “You should.” She was

Traci’s POV The sound of their laughter from the other room was all I heard. After the… spectacle… Kael had orchestrated, the idea of a quiet evening was the only thing that had kept me sane. Ryker in a full-body condom. I’d never be able to unsee that. The sheer, unadulterated audacity of our Beta was a force of nature. But his pranks were over for the day. Tonight was mine. I stood before the mirror in the bathroom, the last of the day's makeup wiped away. The woman staring back looked tired, but underneath the fatigue, there was a spark. A hum of anticipation. I slipped on the silk robe, the cool fabric a whisper against my skin. There was nothing underneath. Just the robe, them, and the promise of a night to ourselves. Taking a deep breath, I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom. They were there, just as I’d left them moments ago, sitting on the edge of the bed. Raiden and Zayden. My loves. They had shed the clothes they wore earlier, now dressed in comfortabl

Maddox’s POV There was a reason I preferred a quiet office. Silence gave a man room to think. Most people mistook silence for inaction. They assumed that because someone wasn’t shouting orders or pacing the floor, they weren’t solving the problem. They couldn’t have been more wrong. I leaned back in my chair, one ankle resting across the opposite knee while I studied the reports spread across my desk. Supply requests. Patrol rotations. Repair estimates from the damage left. None of it demanded immediate attention, but every piece mattered. Ignore the small things long enough, and eventually they became large ones. Boomer sat across from me, flipping through another report before setting it aside. “We’re ahead of schedule on the east wall.” I nodded my head once. “Good.” That was one less thing to think about. A sharp knock echoed through the office door. Before either of us answered, the door opened, and one of my warriors stepped inside. His breathing was heavier than it should’