All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE FOUR ALPHA BROTHERS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Calla's POVA forged signature signaled the existence of an inside hand that had a reach no one had previously considered, and that alone was a line of charged energy stretched between Calix and me that neither wanted to be the first to grasp."We need the firm's vendor files," I said. " Every contract that has ever passed through Mara, every person that was involved in her hiring before the legal consultant job. Everything.""That's not public access." Calix was already pulling his laptop toward him across Jade's kitchen table. "But I still have credentials nobody's revoked yet. Small mercy of moving slow enough that they haven't caught up to me.""Then let's use them before they do."He glanced up at me, something careful crossing his face. "You want to do this together. Right now.""I want to do this before whoever forged that signature realizes we're looking." I pulled my chair around the table, closer to his screen than I would have sat a week ago, and neither of us commented on

Daven's POVMy father had been dead three years, and somehow he still found a way to reach out from the grave and knock the air clean out of my chest."Say it again," I said into the phone, pacing the length of my study, floorboards creaking under a rhythm I couldn't slow down no matter how hard I tried. "Say it slowly, Corvin, because I need to hear you say it a second time before I let myself believe it.""Your father suggested the suppression cell." Corvin's voice had gone hollow, stripped of every ounce of the careful evasion he'd used on me for weeks. "I didn't want to be the one to tell you this way. I've spent three years hoping I'd never have to.""You've spent three years watching me try to be a better Alpha than him." My own voice cracked, and I didn't bother hiding it, alone in that room with nobody left to perform steadiness for. "Every decision I've made since he died, I measured against what I thought he stood for. Every time I chose mercy over control, I told myself I w

Daven's POVDuskmoor wasn't a name from Calla's nightmare. It was a war my father had fought quietly for decades, and none of us had ever been told the real reason why."Territory disputes," I said, staring at the maps spread across my desk, decades of border skirmishes redrawn in my father's own careful hand. "That's what he always called it. Territory disputes along the northern ridge, nothing worth explaining to any of us in detail. I never questioned it. Why would I have questioned it?""Because you trusted him," Calla said gently, still sitting close beside me, her hand not leaving mine even now.“I trusted him.” My voice was so hollow it barely registered, after many nights I hadn't slept and unprocessed truths, “Every raid. Every secret meeting. Each time he emerged from the northern border looking five years older in a matter of days, I convinced myself it was the political games that had to be played. Pack business that was already two levels above my clearance, something I w

Calix's POVI wasn't letting her walk into Duskmoor territory alone, and the second I said it out loud, I realized none of my brothers were going to let it happen either."I'll go," I said it before Daven had even finished explaining the terms, my chair scraping back against the floor. "I know how these formal events work. I know the diplomatic language, the protocol traps, the exact moments where a wrong word costs you everything. I'm the obvious choice.""You're the obvious choice for negotiation," Knox said, flat, arms crossed against the wall he'd claimed the second he walked in. "Not for standing next to her if something goes wrong. That's a different skill set entirely.""And you think swinging a hammer solves diplomatic incidents?""I think if things go bad in that room, you're going to be busy calculating the political fallout instead of getting her out the door." Knox didn't raise his voice, never did, which somehow made it land harder every time. "I've gotten her out of dang

Calla's POVMara reaching across enemy lines meant this had never been the work of one ambitious woman inside one pack, and the size of that realization sat heavy and cold in my chest."He gave it to her," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "What did she ask your father for, Ronan? Tell me plainly, no more careful phrasing.""Information." He held my gaze steady now, whatever hesitation had slowed him down earlier finally burning off. "About the treaty. About the original terms my family and yours agreed to generations ago, before it fell apart. She wanted to know exactly what was buried and where.""Why would your father give a Blackthorn employee access to Duskmoor's own history?""Because she offered him something in return." His jaw tightened. "She told him she could deliver you back into Duskmoor's reach, permanently, if he gave her what she needed first. She framed it as finally settling the debt on his terms instead of waiting for a peaceful resolution neither side se