All Chapters of The Dangerous Alpha’s Little Wolf: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Liana's POV I caught the tail end of the runner’s message before Drogo could step between us and shield me from the words. The boy stood panting in the dirt, repeating that Ariana demanded to see the Alpha and refused to speak with anyone else.A sharp sting hit my chest, settling right beneath my ribs. My sister survives a near-fatal wound in the woods, finally tells me the truth about our bloodline and her first lucid request is to speak with my mate. It felt less like an accidental slight and more like a calculated decision.“You can wait here by the command tent,” Drogo suggested, turning his broad shoulders to block my view of the medical ward.“I am coming with you,” I said, pushing past his arm and marching toward the canvas flaps. “She is my sister and I am done waiting outside while other people decide what secrets I am allowed to know.”Drogo sighed and fell into step beside me, matching my pace without arguing further. I planted myself just behind his right shoulder as we

Liana's POVThe quiet intimacy of the night shattered instantly when the watchtower horn blasted across the camp. Drogo moved on pure reflex, sweeping his arm across my chest and pushing me behind him while soldiers scrambled toward the perimeter barricades. The unguarded vulnerability I witnessed just seconds ago vanished, replaced by the coiled readiness of an alpha built for conflict.“Get to the command tent,” Drogo instructed, his eyes scanning the dark horizon beyond the camp walls.“I am coming with you,” I countered, ignoring his protective stance and falling into step beside him as he marched toward the source of the alarm.My heart hammered against my ribs from the interrupted kiss, but adrenaline quickly reshaped that warmth into a sharper, colder focus. I refused to let him shuffle me toward the safety of the inner camp while a potential threat breached our borders. We walked with purpose, our strides matching as we reached the base of the watchtower, where Soren stood d

Liana's POVI dragged myself from the warmth of the tangled sheets and reached for my scattered clothes. The brief peace we found in the dark vanished, replaced by the grim reality of another secret waiting for me across the compound. Drogo sat up immediately and reached for his trousers, preparing to follow me into the cold.“Let me do this alone.” I pushed a stray lock of hair out of my eyes and reached for my boots.“Ariana is unpredictable right now.” Drogo paused with his linen shirt in his hands. “She demanded to see you in the middle of the night. I should stand by the door and ensure she behaves.”“Whatever she needs to say requires trust.” I pulled my boots on and tightened the leather straps around my calves. “She will not speak freely if the terrifying warlord of the northern territory is looming over her cot and judging her every word. We are sisters who spent years hurting each other. We are finally trying to fix the damage.”Drogo frowned at the logic, his jaw tightening

Baylor's POV The armor felt like a cage around my ribs. My father insisted I wear the full Crescent Moon guard uniform for every council session, a visible display of my returned loyalty that made me look like his dutiful heir. To everyone else, I was the restored prince standing tall beside the Alpha. To myself, I felt like a ghost wearing borrowed skin.“The ritual judgment will take place precisely at midnight on the third day,” Elder Corwin explained, placing a small dark stone onto the map table to mark the ancient site. “The old grounds are outside the main pack territory, which prevents Carl’s political enemies from interfering with the proceedings.”My father nodded, cold, satisfied smile touching his lips. “We present the charges against Liana, the private council votes and the threat to our bloodline is neutralized before sunrise.”I kept my hands resting on the hilt of my sword, staring at the map without saying a word. I had stayed silent through a dozen decisions since

Baylor's POVThe candle flame sputtered and died, plunging my private quarters into total darkness. I remained seated in the armchair, my thumb tracing the sharp edges of the folded parchment in my lap. Four small words stared back at my memory, pulling down every emotional wall I had spent months building.'I still need you. Come.'My mind raced through every tactical possibility. Every rational instinct warned me to throw the paper into the fireplace and pretend it never arrived. Corwin had dropped a vague hint about solving multiple problems at the ritual grounds and this note could easily be a trap tailored to my weakest point. My father would love nothing more than a convenient excuse to eliminate a disgraced heir who had become a political liability.Yet, as I stared into the dark room, an older memory of Ariana forced its way to the surface. I remembered the sharp-tongued, fierce woman who used to make me laugh before power and ambition hollowed us both out. Our marriage had