《 The Dangerous Alpha’s Little Wolf》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

Drogo’s POVMy boot remained planted firmly on Alpha Carl’s chest, pinning him to the cracked stone floor. The air inside the ruined longhouse was thick with the metallic scent of fresh blood, the sharp tang of fear and the heavy dust from the shattered oak doors. I stared down at the man trapped beneath my weight. Carl. My greatest rival. My enemy. My own brother.We shared the exact same blood, but his was completely poisoned by greed and a desperate, pathetic hunger for power. He had paid witches to ruin me. He had sent an assassin directly into my home. He had tried to murder my mate in cold blood. The time for diplomacy and mercy had burned to absolute ashes the very moment he attacked my family.My inner wolf roared furiously in my ears, demanding complete and absolute execution. I raised my heavy broadsword high above my head, the dark steel gleaming menacingly in the flickering orange firelight of the central hearth. I adjusted my tight grip, locking my golden eyes onto Carl’

Baylor's POVThe smell hit me before the sight did... that sharp, heavy tang of copper coating the back of my throat, like dirty old coins. I stopped dead in the open doorway. Ariana crashed into my back with a soft grunt of confusion, but I couldn't move. I couldn't force a single breath into my paralyzed lungs.My boots felt glued to the floorboards.Corvan lay sprawled across the center of the dark study, his neck twisted at an impossible angle, his glassy eyes staring blankly up at the crystal chandelier. Beside the mahogany desk, his escort was a crumpled, broken pile on the floor. There was blood everywhere... soaked deep into the Persian rug, ruining the floral patterns I used to trace with my fingers as a kid.I always used to tell my father the rug was ugly. Drenched in gore, it didn't improve.I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and dragged my gaze up from the bodies.My father stood dead center of the massacre, his chest heaving with jagged breaths, his kn

Liana’s POVI was just smoothing down my messy braids and pulling my dress back over my head when a sudden sound made us both freeze.'Thud. Thud. Thud.'Footsteps echoed loudly down the corridor outside the war room, moving fast and completely lacking any discipline.Drogo’s eyes narrowed instantly with his Alpha instincts snapping right back into high alert as he stepped in front of me, adjusting his belt. I quickly jumped off the table, adjusting my pants and trying to cool down my flushed cheeks.An urgent knock rattled the doors.“Alpha?” Den’s voice came through, sounding flustered and loud.Drogo strode over, flipping the latch and pulling the door open. Den stood in the doorway out of breath with his face pale and exasperated.“What is it, Den?” Drogo growled with his voice deep and authoritative.“I’m sorry,” Den panted, wiping sweat from his forehead. “But it’s Alpha Carl’s son. Baylor is at the front gate right now and he’s throwing a massive fit, screaming at the guards an

Baylor’s POVThe doors of the pack house felt colder than usual as I pushed them open with my bruised body aching with every single step.I knew my little excursion to Drogo’s territory was a stupid and suicidal idea from the start. I knew Drogo would never kneel and I certainly knew he wouldn’t accept a word of advice from a cowardly boy like me. But I didn’t care about the politics or the surrenders. I just had to see her with my own eyes. I had to know that Liana was still breathing, still whole and far away from the blood-soaked nightmare my father had created in our home.Seeing her safe was worth the aching ribs and the stinging rejection even if her cold words still cut deeper than my father’s heavy fist.I dragged my feet down the main hallway, ignoring the hateful glances of the guards standing along the walls.I pushed past the grand archway leading into the main council hall and froze in my tracks.The long meeting table where the pack elders used to sit was gone, pushed c

Liana’s POVThe maps scattered across the long table had begun to blur together, their ink lines bleeding into vague shapes under the flickering torchlight.I stretched my arms high above my head, feeling a satisfying pop in my upper spine before slumping back against the carved wooden chair. Drogo sat opposite me, a heavy brass compass resting in his palm as he carefully measured distances between our outer watchtowers and Carl’s main stronghold. The quiet inside the war room was thick, broken only by the crackle of the hearth and the steady, rhythmic scratching of his quill against parchment.“You need to sleep,” Drogo said without looking up from his work. His deep voice carried a rough, gravelly edge born of pure exhaustion.“So do you,” I countered, leaning my chin on my palm as I watched the steady movement of his hand. “Unless Alpha Kings have suddenly lost the need for rest.”Drogo let out a low, humorless huff, setting the quill down beside his inkwell. He rubbed his face w