《 The Dangerous Alpha’s Little Wolf》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Carl’s POVThe wind suddenly felt much colder against my heated skin, but I didn't shiver. I stepped toward the old priestess, my boots crushing the dead leaves beneath my feet. My heart was thumping a rapid, greedy rhythm against my ribs.“Explain,” I demanded, dropping my voice to a harsh, demanding whisper. “What do you mean, you need the silver wolf? You want me to bring you Liana?”Elara smiled and it was a truly ugly sight. Her gums were dark, her teeth crooked and yellowed like old, decaying bone. She leaned heavily on her twisted wooden staff, her milky, blind eyes staring right through my chest as if she could read the dark, ambitious thoughts racing through my mind.“The rumors are already flying on the wind, Carl,” she rasped, tapping her long, dirt-caked fingernails against the hard wood of her staff. “The entire forest is whispering about the little, broken omega who woke up wrapped in pure moonlight. A silver wolf is not just a rare animal. She is a massive, breathing re

Drogo’s POVThe black carriage rolled to a stop in the center of the dirt courtyard, its iron wheels groaning in protest. I stood at the bottom of the porch steps, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. I forced my face into a perfectly blank, emotionless mask. Inside, my inner wolf was practically pacing holes into my ribcage.The carriage door swung open. The Head Elder stepped out.He was an ancient, weathered man with a thick head of snow-white hair and a long, sweeping gray cloak that dragged through the dust. He leaned heavily on a carved wooden walking stick, but his pale blue eyes were as sharp as freshly chipped glass.I uncrossed my arms and offered a stiff, deeply reluctant bow.“Welcome to my camp, Elder,” I said, keeping my voice perfectly level. “I apologize for the lack of a red carpet. We usually prefer to welcome guests with sharpened axes.”The old man paused. He looked around the rugged, heavily armed camp, taking in the sight of my scarred warriors glaring down fro

Drogo’s POVIf you ever want to know what absolute, suffocating silence sounds like, try dropping a bomb into a room full of thirty aggressive werewolves.The heavy wooden doors of my meeting hall stood wide open. The cold night wind howled through the entrance, but no one even blinked. Every single pair of eyes in the room was completely glued to the woman standing in the doorway.Morwena.I stared at her, my brain violently misfiring. She was wearing a sleek, blood-red dress, looking perfectly healthy and entirely alive. I specifically remembered slicing her stomach wide open with my claws. I had watched her bleed out into the dirt. Apparently, I hadn't sliced quite deep enough. 'Note to self,' my inner wolf snarled darkly. 'Always decapitate the psychotic ex-girlfriend.'The shock in the room was visibly splitting into two very different, very dangerous reactions.Half of the Alphas were staring at Morwena like she was a literal ghost. They knew she had been banished. They knew she

Liana’s POVPanic is a cold, slippery thing that wraps its fingers directly around your windpipe and right now, Drogo was drowning in it.I stood silently in the deep, ink-black shadows of the giant oak tree just past the back porch, watching the frantic silhouette of my mate through the shattered bedroom window. The glass had broken with a sharp crash when I pushed the heavy wooden frame open to escape the suffocating walls of the cabin. He was tearing the place apart. I heard the terrifying sound of a heavy nightstand flipping over, followed by a loud, distressed roar that rattled the loose stones of the hearth.He thinks I was taken, I thought, a sudden surge of aching affection softening my chest. He thinks someone broke in and stole me right out from under his nose.I didn’t want to watch him suffer for another second. Closing my eyes, I reached deep down inside my mind, brushing against the warm, humming connection of our mate bond.Drogo, I whispered through the mind-link, lett

Liana’s POVThe heavy oak table seemed to shrink as Corvan’s pale blue eyes scanned the tense room. He didn't waste time with pleasantries or gentle openings. He leaned his weight forward onto his carved wooden staff, letting the cold silence settle over us like a physical blanket.“We will address the core infection first,” Corvan announced, his raspy voice cutting cleanly through the nervous breathing of thirty men. “The near-war between Alpha Carl and the Black Wolf has tested the patience of this council for the last time. Let me make our position entirely clear. There shall be no war. Not here, not anywhere.”Across the table, Alpha Carl’s face flushed a deep, ugly shade of crimson. His heavy fists slammed down against the wood so hard the silver goblets jumped.“He harbored a silver wolf right under our noses!” Carl barked, his voice cracking with outrage as he pointed a shaking finger at Drogo. “He defied the ancient laws! I have every right to take what belongs to the crown...