All Chapters of The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Maddox’s POV Hearing my wolf utter that single word had caught me completely off guard. Mate. Of all the things I thought I’d hear from him throughout my lifetime… That had never once crossed my mind. I’d never had a mate before. Hell, years ago I’d already accepted that I probably never would. I’d convinced myself a chosen mate would be good enough, and if I was being honest, I’d already had someone in mind. First… Darci. That idea disappeared the moment she’d found her true mate. Then my attention shifted elsewhere. Traci. A White Wolf. Even now, I couldn’t deny she’d been a prize unlike any other. I would’ve gladly claimed her if fate had given me the chance, but life had a cruel sense of humor. By the time I learned the truth about her bond with the Twin Kings, the decision had already been taken from me. Killing them wouldn’t have left Traci alive for me to claim. Their life bond guaranteed she’d die right alongside them, and suddenly every plan I’d spent months building becam

Traci’s POV The second Raiden finished saying, “Alright. Enough sad shit,” another pain tore through my stomach. I grabbed the edge of the bed so hard my fingers cramped around the mattress, and the breath I had been about to take caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat. My other hand went immediately to my stomach as the pain tightened, deeper and stronger than anything I had felt since this whole thing started. “Okay,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to ride through it. “That one was different.” The room changed instantly. Raiden’s smile disappeared, replaced by the same worried expression I had seen on his face earlier, but there was something different about him now. The panic was still there because I was hurting, but the darkness that had been sitting behind his eyes for weeks was gone. His curse marks were still faintly silver, and for once I could look at him without seeing that constant battle raging inside him. Zayden moved before either of us could

Unknown POV I had barely been gone from the palace when I heard the change in the voices coming through the small device sitting on the table in front of me. I had planted it there long before anyone in that palace suspected someone was listening. The device was small enough to hide beneath the edge of the furniture, its connection protected by layers of security I had built myself. No signal could be traced back to me through it, and there was no way for the kings to follow it to wherever I happened to be. That had always been the point. I watched from a distance. I listened. I gathered information. And when necessary, I helped. My grandmother had taught me that protecting someone didn’t always mean standing beside them where they could see you. Sometimes protection meant staying hidden. Tonight, however, staying hidden was becoming harder. I sat back in the chair and listened as Fredrick’s voice came through the speaker. The White Wolf was in labor. My eyes dropped to the jour

Zayden’s POV The cry that filled the room stopped me cold. For one second, I forgot how to breathe. Our baby was here. I stared as Frederick carefully lifted the tiny, squirming body into his hands, and something inside my chest cracked wide open. I had imagined this moment more times than I could count, but nothing had prepared me for actually seeing my child take their first breath. My child. Our child. Traci was exhausted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she lay against the pillows, but the second she heard that cry, her entire expression changed. The exhaustion was still there, but it was buried beneath something brighter. Something I couldn’t even put into words. Frederick looked down at the baby for a moment, checking them over quickly before his eyes flickered between Raiden and me. “Which one of you wants to cut the cord?” I looked toward my brother. Before I could say anything, Raiden nodded his head toward me. “You take this one.” I swallowed hard and nodded m

Traci’s POV Sarah suddenly clapped her hands together, making everyone in the room look toward her. “All right, guys. Enough of this crazy, sad shit.” She waved one hand around the room like she could physically push the tension away. “That’s enough. I don’t care if these babies have a curse. I don’t care if we have twenty-four hours to figure out what the hell is going on. These babies are adorable.” I looked down at the tiny bundle resting against my chest. Sarah wasn’t wrong. My son was beautiful. So was his brother, lying close beside me. They were both so tiny, wrapped in blankets, their little faces peaceful despite the dark markings covering their newborn bodies. Those markings still terrified me. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Creepy McCreep had told us and that damn twenty-four-hour window. But right now, they were my babies. Our babies. And after everything I had gone through to bring them into the world, I wanted to hold them and simply enjoy the fact that they were