Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Heartless Choice: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 75

I knit my brows, my chest tightening with frustration. "I don't know.""Ronan, why do you need to know?" Kellan sneers, stepping slightly between us so his massive shoulder blocks Ronan's line of sight. "You don't plan on lying in wait like a rogue when she visits Matriarch Esi at the Wolfhart Moonkeep, do you?"He is laying Ronan's manipulative tactics bare right in front of me. I might have been a young, naive female once, but I am not that innocent little pup who fell for every dark, possessive word out of Ronan's mouth. Not anymore. Never again.I shoot Ronan a sharp, sidelong glance.He thinks he can still play mind games with me, but he is dead wrong."I will visit the Matriarch whenever my schedule allows," I say, setting my crystal glass down on the stone table with a sharp tap. "I don't need your permission or your interference, Supreme Alpha."Without waiting for his response, I wrap my fingers tightly around Kellan’s forearm and pull him away, striding toward the grand arch

"I am not asking for your permission, Ronan," I say, keeping my voice smooth as ice as I set my crystal glass on the polished mahogany table with a quiet thud. "I am telling you."Matriarch Esi Wolfhart and my brother, Tarian Blackthorn, sit across from us, their expressions frozen.Ronan Wolfhart's dark, golden Lycan eyes narrow into dangerous slits. "Is that so?" His low, rumbling voice vibrates through the floorboards like distant thunder. He doesn't glance at the crucial pack alliance documents he rushed back to retrieve, tossing them onto the table as if they mean nothing."Come now, Sommy, eat your sweet-berries," Matriarch Esi says, breaking the suffocating tension by sliding a small bowl toward me. Her sharp eyes dart to her grandson, shooting him a warning glare. "These were brought straight from the Frostfang Hollow border this morning.""Thank you, High Alpha Elder," I say, forcing a soft smile as I take the bowl.Across from me, Tarian leans back in his velvet chair, his j

"I never thought you’d be begging me for help one day, son," Darius Thornridge said, a dark smirk twitching at the corner of his lips as he turned to face his child in the dim hearth-light of the Wolfhart Moonkeep.Ronan Wolfhart’s posture remained stiff, his voice icy-cold and devoid of warmth. "Are you going to spill it, or do we need to discuss how Elder Thabo sent his personal envoy to the Western borders last week?"Before he could finish, Darius shot him a lethal, glowing-amber glare, snapping, "Do you wish to ignite a civil war within the bloodline?"Ronan merely stared back, his golden Lycan eyes totally indifferent."Listen to me carefully," Darius growled, slamming his fist onto the heavy oak table with enough force to crack the wood. "Sommy has been demanding, time and time again, that the Royal Lycan Court not punish you or strip your pack status on her account! Do you have any idea what that means, you fool?"Ronan’s dark brows furrowed slightly. "What does it mean?""You