《ALPHA Magnus Andersen》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 56 章

"Dimitri," I greet, pressing the receiver to my ear as I sit up straight. "Did you manage to bypass the wards on the Volkov Borderlands?""Cain," Dimitri Volkov's deep voice rumbles through the speaker, heavy with the cold chill of his distant northern territory. "I bypass whatever I want. But you sound out of breath. Were you running drills in the courtyard, or is your wolf still acting unhinged?"I clear my throat quickly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My inner wolf snaps inside my chest, defensive and alert at the mere mention of my altered state. "I was reading over some territory logs. Nothing to worry about. What did you find out about the Blackthorn Citadel?""Nothing good," Dimitri mutters, the sound of heavy snow gusts faint in the background of his line. "Rafe Kensington has locked down every border patrol from the Crownmere Heights clear to the Redgrave Quarter. Something big is moving through the Obsidian Court, Cain. If you are still thinking about tracking h

“Hey, Rafe.”I keep staring at my phone screen, watching the little typing bubble flicker beneath his contact name before disappearing into nothing. He started to type a response after I completely shut down the link connection, then ended up backing out.Fuck. I’m way too wrapped up in this.“Rafe!”I scowl as my eyes snap up. Beckett is grinning at me, that dangerous, unhinged glint dancing in his irises that always means he is itching to stir up chaos, blood, or outright violence in the pack house.Calling me “Rafe” instead of my formal title is his juvenile way of testing my patience.The most infuriating part is that it actually gets to me.Not because I care deeply about being called the Enforcer outside official pack ceremonies—titles have their place in ancient traditions, sure—but because I know he is deliberately trying to be an absolute dickhead. That alone rubs me the wrong way.“Did you ever consider growing past the age of twelve?”Beckett taps his jaw in fake contemplat

“You’re early, Marlowe.”I don't look up from the leather-bound ledger resting on my heavy dark-oak desk, but the scent of mountain pine and crushed juniper arrives seconds before the gentle, mechanical whir of the wheels rolling across the stone floor of my study.“Pfft. I was bored with the Volkov Territory,” Marlowe says, her voice lacing through the quiet space with a dry, teasing purr. She stops her wheelchair right beside my desk, grinning as she looks up at me with bright, sharp eyes. “Trust me, Rafe, a little time near the frozen borderlands goes a damn long way.”I chuckle, setting my pen down before dropping to one knee to wrap my arms around her shoulders in a tight embrace. “It’s good to have you back, kid.”“Good to be back,” she murmurs, hugging me back tightly before pulling away with a theatrical wink. “Now, where’s the real greeting? Are we drinking or what?”I rise, dusting off my jeans as I stride across the polished flagstone toward the crystal decanters resting ne