All Chapters of The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Zayden’s POV I sat at the small wooden table across from my brother, absently turning my coffee mug between my hands while Traci picked at the breakfast on her plate. None of us had slept well. We’d all gone to bed knowing our home, the palace we’d fought to protect, was sitting empty while a team prepared to flood its ventilation system with enough chemicals to kill every spider hiding inside its walls. Or at least, we hoped it would. The silence settled heavily over the room. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Just unfamiliar. The palace had always been alive. Warriors moving through the halls. Staff laughing in the kitchens. Doors opening and closing. The distant hum of everyday life. Now… Nothing. Our kingdom was functioning. Our palace wasn’t. I looked across the table at Raiden. He looked exhausted. Then my eyes caught something that made my stomach tighten. The curse marks. Dark veins curled up the side of his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. They’d been there yeste

Traci’s POV A month and a half later… I smiled as I stepped back and looked around the nursery for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. Sunlight poured through the cottage windows, washing over pale cream walls, two wooden cribs, and enough tiny blankets and stuffed animals to make my heart melt every time I looked at them. Somehow, this little room had become my favorite place in the entire kingdom. It wasn’t grand like the palace. There weren’t marble floors or towering windows overlooking the kingdom. The cottage was smaller, quieter, and far humbler than the home we’d been forced to leave behind. Yet somehow… this room already felt more like home than any palace ever had. “You’ve stared at those cribs at least six times in the last five minutes.” Sarah’s amused voice pulled me from my thoughts. I laughed softly, unable to deny it. “I know.” She wasn’t wrong. Every time I looked around the room, I imagined two tiny babies sleeping peacefully in those cribs. I imagin

Ralph’s POV Failure had a way of lingering. It clung to the walls of my compound like a foul stench, refusing to fade no matter how many days passed. It settled over every report that crossed my desk, every map spread across the table, every conversation with my people, and every warrior who returned through the gates empty-handed. It lived in the silence after another failed search. It echoed through the halls long after everyone else had gone to sleep. No matter how many plans I put into motion, they all ended the same way. Nothing. Every lead dissolved into another dead end. Every trail went cold before we reached Maddox. Every hope I allowed myself was crushed beneath another failure. Maddox still had my sons. The thought gnawed at me every waking moment. It followed me into every meeting, every strategy session, every restless night. I couldn’t sit without thinking about them. Couldn’t eat without wondering if my mate would actually take me back if they don’t return. I couldn’

Traci’s POV The sharp pains I’d felt earlier had been enough to send everyone into motion. Before I truly had time to process what was happening, Sarah had already helped me to the maternity room while quietly mindlinking Fredrick. By the time we arrived, he was already waiting for us, moving with the calm confidence that always seemed to surround him. Now I lay back against the hospital bed, the crisp white sheets pulled over my legs as Fredrick worked beside me. His hands moved with practiced precision as he attached monitor after monitor, securing each one carefully against my stomach. The soft beeping of the machines soon filled the room, creating a steady rhythm that somehow soothed my racing heart. I watched him as he studied the screen, listening to the rapid, healthy heartbeats echoing through the speakers. Both of my babies. The sound made something warm settle inside my chest despite the uncertainty hanging over all of us. Fredrick’s expression remained composed as his g

Raiden’s POV I could feel it. Something… Something was different. The tightness that had wrapped itself around my shoulders for what felt like forever slowly began to melt away. I hadn’t even realized how tense I’d been until the pressure started disappearing. It was as though someone had reached down, grabbed the massive weight I’d been carrying, and simply lifted it off of me. I drew in a slow breath. It didn’t hurt. Not like it usually did. My chest expanded fully, and for the first time in over a week, I didn’t feel like I was fighting just to breathe. I closed my eyes for only a second, trying to make sense of what was happening. I felt… “Free,” Nyx finished quietly. The single word settled over me. Free. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth before I could stop it. Nyx was right. I did feel free. Not completely. The curse was still there. I could feel it lurking somewhere in the back of my mind like a predator hiding in the shadows, waiting for another opportunity to s