Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Forbidden Flame: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I threw clothes into a bag with shaking hands while Luna slept on. My mind raced as I packed only essentials—we had to move fast. Whatever Dimitri Stone wanted, staying here for Holden's rejection ceremony would destroy us both."Mommy?" Luna stirred, rubbing her eyes. "Where are we going?""On an adventure, baby." I forced a smile, lifting her into my arms. "Remember how you always wanted to see new places?"She nodded sleepily against my shoulder. I grabbed our bags and headed downstairs where Dimitri waited, his presence filling my small living room like a storm barely contained."Ready?" he asked.Before I could answer, the front door exploded inward. Holden stood there, his chest heaving, eyes blazing with fury. Behind him stood three of his warriors."Going somewhere, Camille?" His voice was deadly calm—the kind that came before violence."That's none of your concern anymore." I held Luna tighter. "You made your choice.""You're not taking her." He stepped forward. "Luna stays w

"Five million dollars?" I paced Dimitri's office, trying to process the magnitude of what Holden had done. "Where did he even get that kind of money?""Serena's family. The Blackthornes own half of Seattle." Dimitri pulled up something on his laptop. "But that's not the worst part. Look."He turned the screen toward me. A video played—Holden at a podium, addressing what looked like hundreds of wolves. His face was perfectly composed, the loving Alpha everyone believed him to be."My ex-mate, Camille Bell, is a hybrid abomination who has been hiding among us," his recorded voice said. "She killed her own mother in a fit of rage when she was young, and now she's kidnapped my daughter. She is dangerous and unstable.""That's a lie!" I slammed my hand on the desk, and it splintered under my touch. I stared at the cracked wood in shock."Your strength is increasing too." Dimitri observed calmly. "The witch blood is enhancing your wolf abilities.""I was three when my mother died. How could

The street smelled like rain and fear.I could taste it on my tongue—the sharp, metallic tang of wolves who knew they might die tonight. Fifty of them surrounded me in a half-circle, their eyes glowing in the darkness of the French Quarter. Behind them, tourists walked past without seeing anything. Morgana's magic hid us from the human world, but it couldn't hide me from the man who had destroyed my life. Holden stood at the front of his pack, tall and golden and beautiful in the way a knife is beautiful. Seven years I had loved that face. Seven years I had begged for scraps of affection from those cold green eyes. Now those eyes watched me like I was something to be put down. Serena stood beside him, her blonde hair perfect, her smile sharp as broken glass. She looked at me the way you look at a bug before you crush it. But I wasn't a bug anymore. Fire danced across my skin, warm and alive, and Scarlett's power hummed through my blood like a second heartbeat. For the first time in my

Holden’s POVMy daughter's eyes turned violet when she was afraid.I noticed it for the first time that night, sitting in the bathroom of Serena's penthouse while she cleaned the burns on my chest. Tiffany stood in the doorway, watching her mother press antiseptic to my ruined skin, and when I hissed in pain, her eyes flickered. Just for a second. Brown to violet to brown again, so fast I almost convinced myself I hadn't seen it. Almost. But the image stayed burned in my mind like the fire that had seared my flesh: my four-year-old daughter with eyes the color of witch blood. I looked away. I told myself it was a trick of the light, that the pain was making me see things that weren't there. I told myself a lot of things that night. None of them helped. Serena's fingers were gentle on my wounds, her touch practiced and soothing, but all I could think about was the street in the Quarter. Three of my best wolves, dead. The hybrid standing over their bodies with fire dancing in her palms.

Camille’s POV "Send me back."The words left my mouth before the sun had fully risen, before I'd slept, before I'd processed anything Morgana had told me about her dead daughter appearing in a photograph on my phone. I stood in the cellar beneath Midnight Moon, my body still humming with borrowed power, my mind still reeling from the night's horrors. Three dead wolves. A debt to a vampire. Holes in my memory that grew wider every time I reached for them. And somewhere in Colorado, my daughter was sleeping in a stranger's house, protected by a pack that didn't know her, cared for by a woman I barely trusted. I needed to be there. I needed to hold Luna in my arms and prove to myself that she was real, that she was safe, that everything I had sacrificed wasn't for nothing."Send you back?" Morgana's laugh was brittle as old glass. "With what, exactly? A taxi?""You're a witch. Use a portal. Magic me there.""Magic you there." She repeated my words like I'd suggested flying by flapping m