บททั้งหมดของ Taking a Chance with the Crippled Alpha: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Kael's POVThe Caravan moved in silence.I rode at the rear, my eyes scanning the treeline, my senses stretched thin. The wolves ahead of me were absolute strangers—drawn together by perhaps desperation and necessity. They didn't speak. They didn't look at each other. They just kept moving, their horses plodding along the winding forest path.At the front rode Richard.Ex-Gamma Richard, like he would have it. The man who had been exiled from the palace for speaking too loudly, for asking too many questions, for refusing to bow to the tyranny of the royal family. He had been a legend once, a warrior of unmatched skill and loyalty. Now he was a ghost, leading other ghosts through the shadows.I had heard stories about him. About the battles he had fought, the enemies he had slain, the secrets he had uncovered. But I had never met him until now. Never seen the quiet strength in his eyes, the weariness in his shoulders.He was a man who had seen too much. Who had lost too much. Who had ke

Elara's POVThe massive shadow towered above me, its burning eyes fixed on me. I was frozen, staring at that frame. I finally recognised with a jolt of pure horror…in its grasp, suspended like a broken doll, hung the body of… "Richard!"He was limp, his face pale, his clothes torn. Blood dripped from a wound on his forehead, trailing down his cheek like tears. His eyes were closed, his chest barely moving.He was alive. But barely.I didn't think anymore. I didn't hesitate.My body shifted mid-stride. The change came slower than it ever had before— But before I could complete my transformation and reach the shadow, two massive forms erupted from the darkness on either side of me.A rich warm chestnut brown that seemed to glow in the pale moonlight. The other was black, like the void between stars. The way they moved with a synchronized grace…it took my breath away.I knew them… my wolf knew these two… it roared silently, but too loud. One launched himself at the shadow's arm, hi

Elara's POVThe light poured out of me like a river unleashed.I watched as it swept across the clearing, chasing the shadows into every corner, every crevice, every hidden pocket of darkness. The shadows screamed as they were consumed, their forms dissolving into nothing, their shrieks fading into silence.It was a win. A miracle. A miracle with no real explanation. We were actually winning.I let it flow… let it flood. I did not hold back at all. But even as the last of the shadows retreated, I felt something shifting inside me. The power that had surged through my veins was beginning to ebb, receding like a tide pulling back from the shore.And I started shaking.My legs trembled beneath me. My muscles started screaming with exhaustion. The golden light that had been pouring out of me began to flicker, dimming, threatening to go out entirely.I tried to hold on. I tried to keep the light burning. But it was too much. It was all too much.I was about to collapse. I blinked, my

Hell yeah... I wanted to mate.The thought consumed me. It burned through every rational part of my mind like wildfire through dry grass. I wanted to be inside her more than I had ever wanted to be in all my life. I wanted to throw her on the ground and just dig inside till I filled her with my seed. I wanted to claim her, mark her, make her mine in a way that went beyond acceptable ceremonies.I wanted to possess her.And the worst part? I couldn't stop thinking about it no matter how hard I tried. It was as if my mind wasn't in my control anymore. I couldn't stop imagining it. Her body beneath mine, her legs wrapped around my waist, her voice calling out my name in that breathless way she always did... The thought made my cock throb, made my blood run hot, made me want to—I slammed my fist against the tree trunk beside me. The bark splintered under the impact. Pain shot up my arm.What the hell was wrong with me?I was overlooking the fact that she was injured. I was overlooking th

Dustan's POVThe symbol stared back at me. The familiarity was mocking me. Ruth's emblem? Ruth's crest? I couldn't process it. Couldn't wrap my mind around the implications. Ruth, of all people, connected to this darkness? She was unpredictable, yes. But this darkness… This was something else. It didn't make sense.And yet, there it was. Carved into the stone of this cave, hidden in the mist-shrouded hills near Blackwater Ridge. The same symbol that adorned her clothes, her bags, her weapons. I always thought it was one of her sketches. She used to scribble these so often. I had a feeling uncle Alaric took it from her sketch books and got it everywhere because he was proud of what she was scribbling. Apparently, the matter was not that innocent. The same symbol from my cousin’s childhood sketch books, now pulsed with a dark, malevolent energy.Kael had felt it too. I could see it in his eyes, the way they had widened when he touched the stone. He had sensed the same darkness, th