บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Bratva: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Alina:I couldn't take my eyes off the page. The words refused to make sense, no matter how many times I read them. My wolf wasn't gone. I knew that she had never been gone, but I never knew that she was there and strong.I did not know that she had simply... been asleep. That she couldn't shift because she was not allowed to. That there was something that was stopping her.For years, I had accepted my father's words as absolute truth. I had convinced myself there was something fundamentally wrong with me, something broken that could never be repaired. I had watched children my age celebrate their first shifts while I hid in my room, too ashamed to face their pity. Every insult, every punishment, every disappointed look had been built upon one belief.That I wasn't a real wolf. That despite having her, despite feeling her, it was not really it was in my head. I tried to explain it to him more than once but he always refused to listen. So I chose to just understand and accept that I was

Alina:I never realized how heavy a book could feel.It rested open across my lap as I sat curled up in the armchair beside Dimitri's bedroom window. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass, warming the pages beneath my fingertips, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside my mind.I had read the same paragraph four times. Each time, the words seemed to carry a different meaning.“The Concealed Wolf shall remain dormant until recognized by the Moon through the sacred mark of the destined mate.”I traced the faded letters with my finger before closing my eyes. A concealed wolf. Mine.The thought still felt impossible. For my entire life, I had believed there was nothing inside me. Every cruel word my father had spoken, every punishment, every look of disappointment, it had all been built upon the belief that I was empty.Now I didn't know what to believe anymore. I did not even know how I was going to process everything on my own when it came to something like this. I did not

Ivan:I knew this visit was pointless before I ever crossed Dimitri's borders.The wolves guarding the estate watched my every movement as though they expected me to attack at any moment. Their hands never left the weapons at their sides, and although none of them spoke a word to me, the message couldn't have been clearer.I wasn't welcome here, but that suited me just fine. I hadn't come because I expected kindness. I had come because there was still one last thing I needed to do.Whether Alpha Asher admitted it or not, he wanted answers. After his attempt to reach Alina through the Alpha command had failed, there was only one question left.How loyal had she truly become? Was she really going to stay here even though she was supposed to come back?I knew that this was just a game. I did not even hear it from Alpha Asher himself. He did not tell me that he had used the alpha command on her. But when I heard that he did, and when I saw that he did not come back, I realized just how fa

Alina:I didn't think I had ever felt this safe before.The realization came to me as I stood beside the bedroom window, watching the last rays of sunlight disappear beyond the trees surrounding the manor. The room was quiet again, the tension Ivan had brought with him fading little by little until all that remained was the gentle crackling of the fire and the steady rhythm of my own breathing.For years, silence had terrified me, silence usually meant someone was angry. It meant I had disappointed my father or that I was about to hear another reminder of everything I lacked. I had grown so accustomed to waiting for the next cruel word that peace had become something unfamiliar.Now, standing in Dimitri's room, I realized I had gone several minutes without feeling afraid, it was such a small thing. Yet it meant everything. I heard the door close behind me before I felt his presence.“You're thinking again.” A smile found its way onto my face before I even turned around. “And I can tell

Asher:I spotted her before she noticed me.Nikita stood outside one of the small bakeries near the center of town, examining a basket of fresh bread while speaking to the elderly shopkeeper. The afternoon sun caught the loose strands of her dark hair as she smiled politely, thanking the woman before accepting a paper bag.She looked... happy.As though the argument we'd had only yesterday had already become nothing more than an unpleasant memory. That irritated me more than I cared to admit because I'd expected her to be miserable. I'd expected her to spend the night questioning herself, wondering whether she'd overreacted, replaying every word we'd exchanged until she convinced herself to answer my calls.Instead... she had blocked my number.She did not even try to wait for an explanation, nor did she hesitate. She simply blocked me.No woman had ever done that before. No woman has ever dared cross me the way that she did, and yet not only did she not care, but she also allowed her