Alle Kapitel von The Dangerous Alpha’s Little Wolf: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Drogo’s POVI bypassed the outer courtyard guards. They kept their weapons lowered and refused to meet my gaze. Liana walked a step behind my right shoulder, her boots echoing against the stone paving. The citadel felt hollow. Usually, emissaries, merchants and pack delegates crowded these steps, arguing over trade disputes and border lines. Today, the courtyard sat empty, stripped of life.“They know,” Liana murmured, scanning the high stone parapets.“They know,” I agreed. “And they are hiding.”We climbed the grand staircase. The brass braziers lining the walls remained unlit, leaving the corridors steeped in long shadows. I pushed open the chamber doors. The brass hinges groaned in the quiet corridor. The vaulted ceiling trapped the scent of melting wax and old parchment. The semi-circle of desks sat at the far end of the room. Only five of the twelve council members were present.Elder Thorne sat in the center seat. He kept his eyes fixed on the ledger spread across his desk. Ma

Liana’s POVI sprinted down the central aisle and followed the sound of crashing shelves, keeping my daggers raised as I rounded the corner into the lower archives.A circle of mercenary guards stood near the back wall, holding their drawn swords toward two elderly men cowering on the floorboards. Elder Rowan clutched a torn ledger to his chest, while Elder Cale pressed his hands over his bleeding forehead. Standing right behind the ring of hired blades was Baylor, gripping a hunting knife with hands that shook violently enough to rattle his own teeth.“Step away from them,” Drogo commanded, stepping out of the shadows and leveling his broadsword at the group.The mercenaries spun around and raised their weapons, shifting their formation to block our path to the elders. Baylor peeked out from behind the tallest guard, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as he recognized us.“You shouldn’t be here,” Baylor stammered.“And you shouldn’t be playing assassin in a library,” I s

Baylor’s POV I paced across the rug spanning my bedroom floor and checked the grandfather clock standing by the wardrobe. The hour hand crept past midnight. Ariana usually returned from the lower levels before the watch changed, but her side of the bed remained empty. I crossed the room and peered out the window into the courtyard below. The guards stood at their posts, wrapped in thick furs to fight the frost and there was no sign of her approaching the main hall. “Where are you?” I muttered to the empty room. I turned away from the glass and unbuttoned my collar. My nerves were already stretched tight from the argument with my father and waiting for Ariana only made the tension worse. If she decided to spend the night gossiping with the handmaidens, I was not going to waste my time waiting up for her. I kicked off my boots and crawled under the covers, resting my head against the pillow. Sleep refused to claim me easily. I tossed and turned for hours, drifting into fractured d

Liana’s POVMy breath hitched as I moved over Drogo, matching the steady, driving rhythm of his hips beneath mine. His hands gripped my waist, his thumbs pressing into my skin as the heat between us built toward a breaking point. I arched my back and tangled my fingers in his dark hair, chasing that final, breathless edge we were both seconds away from crossing. The war and the winter cold vanished, leaving only the warmth of his skin and the fierce connection burning through our mate bond.A sharp knock echoed against the bedroom door and shattered the quiet intimacy of the room.I dropped my forehead against Drogo’s shoulder and groaned into his neck. “Ignore it. Let whoever it is go away and bother someone else.”Drogo let out a frustrated sigh and traced a warm path down my spine with his fingertips. “You know I cannot do that, Liana. Not with Carl’s army sitting on our borders and the council breathing down our necks.”He lifted me off him gently and slid out of the bed, reachin

Liana’s POVI walked back into the warmth of the pack house and let the glass doors click shut behind me. The winter chill faded from my skin the moment I stepped onto the woven rugs, but the adrenaline from facing my father still hummed through my veins. Maya stood near the foot of the grand staircase, holding a woven basket of fresh linens against her hip while she cast nervous glances toward the foyer.“Is he gone, Luna?” Maya asked, taking a hesitant step forward.“He is gone,” I confirmed, offering her a reassuring smile. “And he will not be coming back. You do not need to worry about him troubling us again.”“I should have turned him away at the gates,” Maya sighed, dropping her gaze to the floorboards. “I did not want to ruin your morning with bad news.”“You did exactly what you were supposed to do,” I assured her, reaching out to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I needed to say those things to him, Maya. It felt like burying a ghost that has been haunting me for years.”