Todos los capítulos de The Alpha’s Heartless Choice: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Ivan froze, his hand tightening around his goblet until the silver creaked. My tracking unit was captured? I thought the rogues were wiped out in the mountain pass! How is this female standing here knowing my mark?"Lady Sommy, you must not listen to the wild fabrications of mountain rogues!" Ivan blustered, his face darkening with panic. "I hold no blood-feud with the Blackthorn lineage! That is slander!"I let a soft, melancholy smile touch my lips. "Do not worry, Elder Ivan. I do not truly believe a male of your position would orchestrate such a sloppy strike. I only seek the true shadow behind the attack. Perhaps an enemy of yours used your seal to frame you.""Yes! That is it!" Ivan exclaimed, taking the bait eagerly. "If an enemy used my seal to target you, it could only be one male—Ronan Wolfhart!"I narrowed my eyes. The rift between Ivan Pollard and the Supreme Alpha was legendary in the High Court, but hearing him speak Ronan's name so casually made my wolf stir with suspici

“Get this pathetic stray out of my keep!” Ronan’s Alpha roar vibrated through the stone walls of the central tower, making the massive crystal chandeliers rattle overhead.Two hulking Enforcers slammed through the heavy doors, grabbing Nyoka Ashfang by her arms and dragging her across the marble floor. Nyoka screamed and thrashed, but her claws couldn't find purchase against their enchanted leather armor.Ronan stood beside the mahogany desk, staring at the steaming thermal ration box sitting untouched on the coffee table. He shoved a heavy hand through his dark hair, his golden Lycan eyes flashing with pure fury. His chest heaved as his beast growled beneath his ribs, utterly disgusted by the intruder's presence. He turned his back on the food, his appetite completely destroyed by the lingering scent of an unfamiliar wolf.Down in the main courtyard of the Moonkeep, the Enforcers tossed Nyoka onto the cobblestones like a sack of dead weight. Her knees hit the hard ground, skin tearin

My eyebrows pull together as I stare at him.High Alpha Ronan notices the sudden shift in my expression, his dark lips twisting into a faint, teasing smirk. “I’m just joking, little bird.”A heavy, involuntary sigh of relief slips past my lips before I can stop it.“You don't need to stress yourself,” Ronan says, lowering his golden eyes to his plate. “Some bonds can’t be repaired once they're severed. If they could, you wouldn't have walked away from the Wolfhart Moonkeep.”You walked out so coldly, and you never looked back.I bite my lower lip, my pulse thudding against my ribs. “They are your blood relatives, Ronan. Your pack elders.”Sooner or later, they will forgive your mistakes.Ronan looks away toward the burning hearth, his profile sharp and lethal. “Don't waste your pity on me, Sommy. I’m fully prepared to die an omega's death, isolated and alone.”“You won't die alone,” I say softly, the words escaping before I can filter them.Ronan’s head snaps back toward me, his inten

“You knew she was sensitive to strangers, Sommy,” Zanele grumbles, wiping at her eyes and cutting a sharp, resentful glance my way. “Why didn't you warn me instead of letting me make a fool of myself?”I do not even flinch. “I am a Healer, Zanele, not your personal pack handler. If you spent less time posturing for the broadcast crystals and more time paying attention to your surroundings, you would have smelled her distress.”Ronan sits down at the table, his imposing, muscular frame casting a shadow over the bench as his golden eyes stay locked onto me. “Do not shift your carelessness onto Sommy, Zanele. Your inability to read a pack cub's body language is your own failing.”Zanele's face flushes a deep, angry crimson, her hands balling into tight fists at her sides. “I was only trying to be pleasant! I have served in the Northern Pack Territories; I am not used to dealing with fragile, pampered city wolves!”“Then return to the north,” Ronan responds, his voice dropping into a dang

"I desire her," Ronan Wolfhart growled, his voice carrying the lethal resonance of an apex predator. "That is all that matters.""You fail to grasp the gravity of your past sin, Ronan!" Kellan Stormfang snarled back, claws twitching with furious heat. "You will destroy her soul if you keep holding her bound against her will!""Duly noted. My thanks for your concern."Ronan cut the connection and slammed his foot onto the accelerator, his heavy SUV tearing away into the damp dark of Moonscar City.Kellan stared at the silent phone in his grip. What game is he playing now?Steering through the mist, Kellan parked outside the sanctuary where Sommy Blackwood was currently lodging. He glanced at the dashboard clock—eleven at night.She is asleep. Overseeing the pack kitchen for this entire delegation has drained her flesh and bone. Let her rest.His heart burned with an agonizing ache for her safety.A sudden sharp tap on his driver's side window shattered the silence. He rolled the glass