The Dangerous Alpha’s Little Wolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Drogo’s POVThe scent of whiskey and the nervous sweat of my commanders filled the war room as I leaned over the table with my hands planted flat against the worn edges of our territory map.“The eastern border is still too porous,” Thorn grumbled as he tapped a finger against the ink line marking the river. “If Carl's scouts push through the gorge, we won't see them until they are right on top of the outer tents.”“Then double the patrols,” I replied with my voice cominig in a bored rumble. “Put Jax and his unit on the ridge. I want eyes on every single shadow that moves in that valley. If Carl wants to test my patience I will gladly send his scouts back to him in tiny, bloody pieces.”Thorn nodded, opening his mouth to agree when..'BAM.'The oors of the war room violently slammed inward against the stone walls with a deafening crack that made three of my lieutenants instantly reach for the silver daggers strapped to their thighs.I didn't flinch as I slowly lifted my gaze from the

Liana’s POVThe cold seeped into my bones but I didn't care. I just wanted to cry until my chest was completely hollow. But my tears stopped the exact second my ears twitched. It was a tiny sound.. Just a faint 'creak' of a floorboard coming from the living room.A week ago, omega Liana would have completely ignored it but the silver wolf inside my chest suddenly snapped to attention, pulling me out of my misery as the hairs on my arms stood straight up. 'Intruders.' A strange scent drifted under the bathroom door. 'Could I get just five minutes to wallow on the floor in peace?' I thought bitterly.I wiped my wet face, pushing myself off the cold tiles and tiptoed toward the door with my bare feet completely silent against the floor. I had just gotten my wolf so I didn't know much about actual fighting but I knew I wasn't going down without throwing a few punches. I cracked the door open. The living room was in darkness with the front door hanging wide open, letting the cold night a

Baylor’s POV“Are you completely sure this is a great idea?” Dane muttered.My lead guard shifted nervously in the passenger seat with his holster squeaking against the upholstery. He kept wiping his sweaty palms on his dark trousers looking out the windshield as if we were driving straight off a cliff.“No, Dane,” I replied dryly, staring out the window at the passing trees. “It is actually a terrible idea. We are driving directly into a camp of feral and angry wolves led by a man who wants to rip my father's throat out. But I am the future Alpha of this territory. I do what I have to do.”Dane swallowed hard with his Adam's apple bobbing in his thick neck. “Right. Of course, sir.”I leaned my head against the glass, holding back a bitter and sarcastic laugh. What a massive lie. I didn't care about pack politics today and I didn't care about checking on the borders or securing future alliances. I was using the official pretext of a “social call“ to mask the real pathetic reason my

Liana’s POVThe porch steps were freezing but the biting night air felt good against my heated skin as I sat on the top step, pulling my blanket tighter around my shoulders and staring out into the pitch-black tree line. The camp was entirely quiet and the only sound was the distant rhythmic crackle of the perimeter fire pits and the soft whisper of the wind through the trees. I rested my chin on my knees, letting my mind drift far away from the safety of Drogo’s territory.I thought about the pack house I had left behind, I thought about the damp freezing room where I had spent the majority of my miserable nineteen years and dark question clawed at the back of my mind. Did they care? Did my parents ever sit at their dining table, look at my empty chair and feel even a single shred of remorse? Did my mother ever think about the times she had slapped me for dropping a plate? Did they regret treating their own flesh and blood like a literal slave, or were they just angry that they had

Liana’s POVI looked down at my hands, slowly flexing my fingers in the morning light. I half expected lightning to shoot out of my fingertips, or maybe my skin to glow. Neither happened. I just looked like regular, boring Liana.“I just don’t understand all the fuss,” I sighed, looking back up into Drogo’s deeply worried eyes. “Everyone in the camp is running around like their tails are on fire and you’re acting like I am some kind of walking weapon. Drogo, I don’t even feel that powerful. I mostly just feel a little sore, very hungry and confused.”A faint, dry chuckle slipped past his lips, though it didn't reach his eyes. He stepped closer, his heavy boots thudding against the stone floor. He reached out and gently took my hands in his massive, calloused ones.“You don't feel powerful yet because you only just woke her up,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my knuckles. “Liana, being a silver wolf isn't just about having shiny fur. It practically means you are a secret descendant of