All Chapters of The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ralph’s POV Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Those words repeated inside my head as I paced the length of the small office. Every time I reached one wall, I turned around and started all over again. The floorboards had probably memorized the pattern by now. This was a disaster. An absolute disaster. I stopped beside the window and clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. What the hell had Maddox been thinking? A white powder? Seriously? Of all the ways to handle the situation, that was the plan he settled on? I had spent years preparing for this. Years carefully positioning myself, manipulating the right people, building alliances, and making sure every piece landed exactly where it needed to. I hadn’t sacrificed this much just to watch everything collapse because somebody decided to get creative in the middle of a competition. The worst part wasn’t even that the attack failed. The worst part was what happened afterward. The kings were paying attention now. Before, there had always been room for d

Traci’s POV I woke up feeling surprisingly warm. For a moment, I remained perfectly still, enjoying the softness of the bed beneath me and the comfort of the blankets wrapped around my body. Everything still ached from yesterday, but not nearly as badly as I expected. The dizziness was mostly gone, my throat no longer felt like I’d swallowed broken glass, and the pounding headache that had followed the powder attack had finally eased into a dull ache. The mate bond was definitely doing its job. When I finally opened my eyes, the reason for the warmth became immediately obvious. Zayden had somehow fallen asleep with his head resting across my stomach while Raiden’s head was draped over my legs, both kings still sitting in the chairs they’d dragged beside the bed. A laugh threatened to escape. Apparently their solution to keeping an eye on me had been turning me into a human pillow. “Damn stalkers,” Aurora chuckled. Most women would find this romantic. Most women weren’t poison

Traci’s POV My head snapped to the side as the punch connected. It sent me stumbling backward across the mat. Pain exploded through my jaw, and for a split second the arena blurred around me. Fuck. “You need to focus. End this fight fast,” Aurora’s growl echoed in my head. She was right. I blinked several times, forcing the haze away as my opponent charged forward. Another punch came flying toward my face, followed immediately by a second. I slipped to the side and narrowly avoided both, my boots sliding against the mat as I regained my balance. The crowd roared around us, but all I could hear was the pounding of blood in my ears. The image of Darci sitting on Zayden’s lap flashed through my mind again. My fists clenched at my side. “Focus,” Aurora warned me once again. The warrior lunged again. This time he came at me with a vicious uppercut aimed straight for my jaw. I leaned backward just enough to avoid it. The momentum carried him forward when his strike found nothing b

Ralph’s POV I stood near the back of the arena, tucked into a section that most people overlooked. Between the noise from the crowd, the chaos surrounding the tournament, and the attention focused on the royal booth, nobody paid me a second glance. Exactly how I preferred it. From where I stood, I had a perfect view of everything. The fight. The kings. Traci. Darci. Every piece of the plan unfolding right in front of me. At first, things had been going exactly as intended. Then Darci happened. I rubbed a hand down my face and exhaled heavily. The girl was going to be the death of me. The drinks had been delivered. That part worked. The distraction had been set in motion. That part worked too. But instead of quietly slipping away after doing her job, she had decided to put on a damn performance. What the hell had she been thinking? Giving the drinks to the kings in plain sight was already risky enough. Then she practically announced her presence to half the arena by climbing all o

Zayden’s POV What the hell happened? The thought was the first thing that hit me when awareness finally started creeping back in. I blinked several times and immediately regretted it. The entire room tilted sideways before spinning in the opposite direction. Nothing around me seemed willing to stay still. Faces blurred together. Colors blended. Even the arena lights looked smeared across my vision. “Easy.” A familiar voice cut through the haze. I tried focusing on it and immediately failed. The room still looked like somebody had picked it up and shaken it. I shifted slightly in my chair and immediately felt a hand settle on my arm. “Zayden, just stay there,” Kael said calmly. “We’re having both of you moved. Everything’s already been arranged.” His voice sounded steady. Too steady. The kind of calm somebody used when everyone else was seconds away from losing their minds. I rubbed a hand across my face and attempted to clear my vision again. It didn’t help. Not even a little.