All Chapters of The Reign Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zayden's POV. I walked over and sat the tray down on the small table beside the bed, the ceramic clinking softly. "Vixen," I said, my voice low and a little rough. I shook my head, a slow smile spreading across my face as I met her gaze. She looked well-fucked and beautifully relaxed, her eyes soft and hazy. My brother, on the other hand, was watching me, his expression unreadable but a hell of a lot less murderous than it had been. “Since my brother is in a great mood now," I continued, letting my eyes drift over Traci's form, "let's give him something to watch." Yeah I already knew him. He would definitely love to watch our girl. A slow, wicked smile bloomed on Traci's face, a silent understanding passing between us. She knew exactly what I was suggesting. She rolled away from Raiden, stretching languidly onto her back beside him, presenting herself like an offering. The move was pure, unadulterated temptation, and I felt a familiar heat stir in my groin. Raiden propped

Ralph’s POV I sat behind the wooden desk, slowly turning the chair from side to side while looking around the office that had become our temporary headquarters. The room carried the stale scent of dust, old books, and damp wood. Sunlight filtered through cracked blinds, throwing uneven strips of light across the worn floorboards. It wasn’t much to look at, but it served its purpose. It still felt strange. A few weeks ago, I had a pack. Now that was gone. I had my sons to thank for that little disaster. Funny how quickly blood could turn against you when they convinced themselves they were doing the right thing. Then came the compound. If someone had told me I’d lose that too, I would’ve laughed in their face. Maddox was too arrogant to hold onto anything for long. The man had the attention span of a squirrel and the temperament of a lit stick of dynamite. One minute he’d be grinning like he’d won the lottery, and the next he’d be threatening everyone within arm’s reach because som

Traci’s POV One week later… The palace library had become my second home. Every spare moment I found myself wandering through its towering shelves, surrounded by books so old their leather bindings had begun to crack with age. Dust lingered in the air every time another volume was pulled free, carrying the faint scent of parchment, ink, and centuries of forgotten knowledge. Unfortunately, none of that knowledge seemed willing to help us. The missing journal pages still haunted every search. Whatever had been torn from those pages had been important. Important enough for someone to steal them before anyone else could learn the truth. A long sigh escaped me as I closed another useless book. “Anything?” Sarah asked from across the table. I shook my head. “Nothing.” She frowned before returning to the stack beside her. The large oak table between us had disappeared beneath books, scrolls, loose notes, and half-finished cups of coffee. Lunch had arrived nearly an hour earlier, but

Unknown POV The farmhouse had become home weeks ago. Hidden behind miles of overgrown fields and dense woods, it was exactly what we needed. Quiet. Isolated. Forgotten. Just the way us assassins preferred it. The place wasn’t luxurious, but it didn’t need to be. It had everything we required. A roof over our heads, a place to train, and enough distance from civilization that nobody would stumble across us by accident. Grandmama would’ve liked it. I glanced toward the old wooden bookshelf sitting against the wall. Her journal rested exactly where I always left it. I hadn’t opened it in days. There hadn’t been a reason to. Until now. I carried my lunch into the small office and sat down in front of the monitors. This had become part of my daily routine. Every day, I checked the library. Only the library. There were no cameras in bedrooms. None in private quarters. None anywhere people deserved privacy. Just the library. Grandmama had devoted her entire life to understanding the Wh

Darci’s POV I paced across my bedroom for what had to be the hundredth time, my boots striking the hardwood floor with enough force to make the furniture rattle. Every few steps another curse slipped from my mouth. “Damn it!” I spun around and started back the other direction. Mary had one job. One. Little. Job. She couldn’t even do that. My fingers curled into fists as my nails bit into my palms. No. This wasn’t Mary’s fault. It was my father’s. If he hadn’t pulled her away to handle his own business first, she would’ve had enough time to finish mine. Instead, her attention had been divided, and before she could complete it, she was dismissed. She failed because everyone else’s priorities came before mine. Now everything had blown up. My mate knew. His brother had made sure of that. I stopped in the middle of the room, glaring at the wall. “If he would’ve just kept his damn mouth shut…” None of this would’ve happened. My mate never would’ve looked at me the way he had earlier.