All Chapters of The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Traci’s POV “Right this way,” Isabella says with a warm smile as I follow her toward the staircase at the end of the hall. I glance back over my shoulder one last time toward Corbin and Marge. Corbin still looks irritated while Marge gives me a reassuring smile that says calm down before you make him stroke out. Too late. The man looked one inconvenience away from a heart attack already. “I’ll come check on you in a little bit,” Marge says through our link. “I’ll be okay,” I reply softly. Corbin crosses his arms over his chest while narrowing his eyes at Isabella again. “If anything feels off, you link me immediately.” “Yes uncle Corb,” I tease lightly. He points a finger toward me. “Don’t get sarcastic with me.” Too late again. I bite back a smile while Isabella motions for me to follow her upstairs. The second we reach the second floor, I immediately notice how quiet it is compared to downstairs. The lower level had been packed with arriving guests, loud voices, laughter

Traci’s POV I was out on the balcony for maybe five minutes, and somehow the Alpha Kings managed making me completely forget how breathing normally worked. Seriously. What the hell was that. Aurora practically purred inside my head while we stared down into the courtyard below. “They are gorgeous,” she sighs dramatically. “That they are,” I agree immediately. Because honestly? There should be laws against men looking like that. Tall. Muscular. Dark brown shoulder-length hair brushing against broad shoulders while fitted black shirts stretched across powerful chests. Even standing among dozens of ranked wolves, they stood out effortlessly. Dangerous. Commanding. Beautiful. And those eyes. Goddess help me. The king with the hazel eyes looked calmer somehow. Sharper. Like he noticed absolutely everything around him whether he wanted to or not. The other one? Brown eyes filled with pure trouble. That man definitely looked like he flirted with anything capable of breathing. A

Corbin’s POV I get it now. I completely understand why Traci refused coming downstairs tonight. At first I thought she was just nervous. Overwhelmed maybe. Which honestly would have made perfect sense considering this palace was overflowing with ranked wolves, Alpha families, spoiled pack heirs, and enough political tension to choke somebody. But after seeing Ralph and his family the second they arrived? That girl had every reason wanting to stay hidden upstairs. Because the second those fools found her, they would absolutely drag her right back under their control. Koda snorts loudly. “Yeah,” he mutters sarcastically. “Until they figure out why she’s really upstairs.” Still… I highly doubted Ralph would get anywhere near her now. Not with the amount of security surrounding that second floor. Hell, those palace guards alone looked terrifying enough making even me rethink every bad decision I’d ever made. And I’m not exactly a small man. “You see those guards?” I ask Koda whil

Roman’s POV Ronan and I were standing guard on the second floor outside Traci’s room. The hallway stayed completely silent the entire evening. No guests wandered upstairs. No palace staff came through unless Ronan or I called for them. Nothing except the two of us watching one single door at the end of the corridor. Honestly, the assignment should’ve been boring. Instead the entire damn floor felt tense. Ever since Traci arrived earlier with the Silver Clan Pack, something about the situation kept bothering me. Maybe it was the bruises fading across her face. Maybe it was the way she barely looked anybody in the eye when Isabella brought her upstairs. Or maybe it was the way Alpha Ralph acted downstairs at the entrance when he realized she wasn’t with him. Yeah. That man definitely rubbed me the wrong way. Titan shifts. “He talks too much.” I snort quietly beneath my breath. “That was one way putting it.” The second Ralph arrived downstairs earlier tonight, he practically ca

Corbin’s POV I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Traci’s food was poisoned. Fuck. The second Raiden said those words, rage slammed through me so hard my vision nearly blurred. That poor girl already survived enough hell for three lifetimes, and now Ralph was trying poisoning her inside the damn palace. Inside royal territory. The bastard really had lost his mind. Before the warriors holding me could tighten their grip any further, I pushed one quick mindlink through. “Sweetheart,” I say urgently. A few seconds pass before Traci answers softly. “Yes, Corbin?” Relief hits me instantly hearing her voice. Thank Goddess. “It’s a long story,” I tell her quickly. “Mindlink Marge in a few minutes. She’ll explain everything. A situation happened.” Confusion flickers through the link immediately. “What happened?” “Later,” I answer quickly. “Listen carefully. Your fight time is eight a.m. Main gym. Toward the back. One of the first matches scheduled there.” Before she can answer, o