All Chapters of Alpha Adrain: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Roxellena’s POV“Your dad is seriously sick. He wants to see you,” Rosa said, dropping an envelope before hurrying away.I opened the envelope and found a blank page inside.Why would my dad send me a message and leave it blank?I turned the envelope over and noticed tiny writing on the side flap. When I looked closely, I saw a phone number written beside a note that said, Call me tomorrow morning.***Since training starts at eight in the morning, I went early to the calling room, which was mostly empty, and dialed the number I found in the envelope.The phone rang several times before Dad picked up.“I’m so sorry, my precious jewel. I’ve been a terrible father. I should have protected you better…that was the promise I made to your mother before she died. Roxellena, I deeply regret how I treated you all those years… and how your stepmother treated you,” he said, breaking into a cough.“Papa, what’s wrong?” I asked, panic rising in my voice.“Listen, my child—listen carefully. I think

Alpha Adrian POV “Why am I just hearing about this, Mike?” My fist crashes onto the desk hard enough to send a pen rolling to the floor. The sound cracks through the office like a gunshot. “S-someone… someone tried to hide it,” Mike stammers. “Leave.” He doesn’t need to be told twice. The door slams behind him. Silence settles, thick and heavy. I stare at the empty space he left behind, Somewhere in that prison, Roxellena is sitting in a cell because of a crime she didn’t commit. The thought alone is enough to make my blood boil. Release her I tell myself. Write the order. End this tonight. I pull the royal parchment from the drawer and uncapping the pen, but Brax’s voice cuts through my mind like a blade. “Do that and the entire kingdom will question you. One prisoner freed while the rest rot? They’ll call it favoritism. Or worse.” I freeze, the tip of the pen hovering over the paper. He’s right. Releasing only her would paint a target on both of us. Releasing ever

Roxellena’s POVMy vision blurred at the edges. Breath came short and sharp. Eliana’s full weight pinned me to the ground. The crowd screamed,not cheers. Something uglier.I tried to shove her off. She held me down like iron. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting.Heat flooded my face. My bones rattled. Fur burst across my skin. I shifted, twisted, and threw her off me in one violent motion. The arena went silent.I looked down. Four golden legs. A howl ripped from my throat as I ran the length of the arena. ***I stayed in the empty arena long after the last footsteps faded, then walked out.Jess, James, and John were waiting.Jess grinned the moment she saw me. “You were incredible. Seriously. You keep raising the bar.”John crossed his arms, still looking satisfied. “Finally someone put that arrogant bitch in her place.”James adjusted his dark shades and nodded toward the street. “Come on. Bold Ice. We’re celebrating whether you like it or not.”***“Bold Ice isn’t j

Roxellena POV What have I done? I broke the only rule that mattered. I stare down at myself…completely naked, the thin metal tags still looped around my neck like a guilty necklace. Sixty-nine of them. The weight of them feels heavier than it should. My heart is slamming so hard I can hear it in my ears. I can’t let anyone see me like this. I force the shift. Bones crack and reform. Fur explodes across my skin. The moment my paws hit the dirt I take off through the trees, choosing a longer, quieter route toward the female dormitory. The dorm is empty. The silence is almost too perfect. I shift back, skin still prickling, and dig through the nearest laundry basket until I find clothes close enough to the formal uniform we wore for the game. I rub dirt into the fabric, smear a little mud across one sleeve, then force myself to walk,not run,toward the training field. Most of the trainees are already there, sitting in loose rows on the packed earth. The late afterno

Alpha Adrain's POV“Restored that damned camera,” Jack snapped.“You know you can’t leave until the game is finished,” Paulo said. I returned to my seat without answering.Camera 68 was still dead.I checked my watch. Five minutes left.Trainees began emerging from the woods in scattered groups, most of them bare-necked or wearing only a single tag. My eyes moved over every face, every stride, searching for one person.Roxellena was not among them.Nearly all of them were out. Still no sign of her.I stood.Then I saw her,far back, moving steadily toward the field.The tension in my shoulders eased. I sat down again, slower this time, forcing my expression blank.Mike stepped forward and began the usual address while workers collected tags and recorded scores. When the results were finally announced, one name rose above the rest.Roxellena.Pride hit me harder than I expected. I wanted to walk straight to her, pull her against me, and let the entire field see it. Instead I stayed sea