All Chapters of Where the Pack Ends: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“Get your hands off me, Dilios,” I growl, my voice tearing through the freezing mist of the courtyard as I yank my wrist out of his grip.“You need to back off, Gorgo,” Dilios snaps back, his eyes flashing a warning yellow under the moonlight as he steps into my personal space. “The Supreme Alpha’s heart is shredding right now, and you’re standing here acting like a cold-hearted beast!”My inner wolf claws at my ribs, her lethal instincts flaring to life. I bare my fangs, stepping up until my chest almost touches his heavy armor. “He’s not my Alpha anymore, Dilios. He shredded our bond the second he dragged that scheming bitch back into the Citadel, so keep your mouth shut about my heart.”“He feels guilty!” Dilios shouts, his boots crunching against the frost on the stone path as I pull my heavy leather travel pack over my shoulder. “Artemisia was dragged into the sea caves and violated by Covenant rogues because she was mistaken for his female! She took a blade to the soul that was

“Take me to the office, Themistocles,” I say, sliding into the passenger seat of his heavy territory ride before the Citadel sentinels can even report my departure to Leonidas.The engine rumbles to life, cutting through the freezing mist of the Sparta Moonhaven streets as we leave Dilios standing stunned on the gravel path.I pull my tunic tight around my shivering shoulders, staring blankly out at the dark silhouette of the Whispering Moon Woods. “I need a drink. Buy a pack of blood-ale and take me to the terrace.”Themistocles doesn't ask questions. He stops at a Moonstone Tavern on the edge of the central district, grabs a sealed crate of strong, fermented wolf-ale, and leads me up the winding stone stairs to the upper balcony of our September Studio.No words pass between us. The air is cold enough to freeze the breath in my lungs, but the icy liquid burns going down my throat. I throw the first empty glass vial into the iron brazier, watching it shatter, before reaching directly

“Miss Gorgo, enter,” the female receptionist says, her voice turning icy as she glares at me.She steps back and slams the heavy dire-oak door shut behind me, sealing me inside the private War Room of High Alpha Lord Astinos Silverclaw.Out in the hallway, Elara Frostfang’s hands twitch near her belt as she stares at the closed portal. “He left us in the corridor? What kind of audience is this?”“Lord Astinos requested an audience solely with Lady Gorgo,” the receptionist says, retreating behind her desk with a cold, dismissive sneer. “If you wish to wait for your pack leader, you may sit on the low benches in the outer lobby.”“She threw us onto the servant chairs,” Elara mutters, her teeth gritting as she and Themistocles Drakon step back toward the central hall. “She didn't even offer us a cup of bitter broth.”Inside the War Room, the heavy scent of burning pine, polished iron, and sharp Alpha power fills the air. I adjust my leather satchel and walk toward the massive obsidian de

“Nyra, what are you recording on that crystal slate?” Elara leans close, her voice a low murmur above the hum of the territory transport engine.“Nothing. Just capturing the scale of these ancient grounds,” Nyra replies swiftly, locking her device and sitting straight against the leather bench.We are packed into the obsidian transport with the rest of our newly forged alliance, riding toward the eastern sector of Sparta Moonhaven. Not a single soul dares speak above a whisper or disturb the heavy atmosphere.Even Astinos Silverclaw, sitting just a few seats ahead, seems amused by Nyra’s sudden posture.“You are free to speak or record,” Astinos says, turning slightly with a faint smile. “Our Alpha master possesses an exceptionally calm temper and treats allies with utmost grace—”He pauses, clearing his throat as a flicker of doubt crosses his chiseled features.His master—who had roared with terrifying Alpha dominance at my half-sister barely an hour ago—did not exactly project the

"What in the name of the Moon Goddess are you wearing?"Leonidas’s voice cut through the dark corridor like a frozen blade, his amber eyes blazing with an intense, possessive fury that made my breath catch in my throat.His large hands clamped onto my waist, pinning my back against the cold concrete wall of the fire escape with an unshakable alpha authority."Let me go," I gasped, struggling against his solid frame as the pine and cedar scent of his wolf washed over me, instantly making my traitorous pulse race."Who gave you permission to bare your skin like a vulgar omega for every noble in that hall to leer at?" he growled, his gaze dropping fiercely to the plunge of my silver gown before snapping back to my eyes with dark, predatory heat."It is none of your concern, Supreme Alpha," I hissed back, my claws itching to break the surface as anger flared through my veins to match his own. "We severed our bond, remember? You published the decree yourself."A low, dangerous growl vibrat