Semua Bab The Reign Of The Last White Wolf: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Raiden’s POV The door to our quarters clicked shut, the sound final and absolute. It was the first time in what felt like a lifetime that it was just the three of us. No healers. No guards. No urgent, whispered conversations in hallways. Just the soft, low lighting of our room and the three of us, carrying the weight of a world that had almost ended for one of our own. I watched Traci move toward the center of the room. She looked exhausted, but in a way that was different from the bone-deep weariness I’d seen in her before. This was a softer fatigue, the kind that came after the adrenaline finally receded and left behind a quiet, trembling peace. Sarah was awake. The babies were safe. For the first time in days, the immediate, crushing threat was gone. Zayden moved to her other side, his movements mirroring my own. We were a unit, a triangle, and she was the center of our gravity. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek, his touch as rev

Maddox’s POV The knock on my office door never came. Instead, one of my warriors mind-linked me. “They’ve arrived.” Right on schedule. A slow smile spread across my face as I leaned back in my chair. Across from me, Boomer looked up from the knife he had been absentmindedly spinning between his fingers. “They here?” he asked. “They are.” He pushed himself out of the chair. “About damn time.” I rose from behind my desk, but before either of us reached the door, another mind-link brushed against my thoughts. “Alpha… they’ve turned the triplets over to one of the guards. Mary’s brother and her mate said they were ordered to report the prisoners to you, but they’re going to check on Mary first. They asked where her cell was.” For a minute I simply stared at the wall. Then I laughed. Not loudly. Just enough to make Boomer grin. “What?” He asked as a smile crept up on his face. He already knew what I was laughing about. We already discussed this. “They’re going to rescue Mary.” I

Zayden’s POV If there was one thing capable of making even a King question every decision he’d ever made, it was paperwork. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face before glancing down at the growing pile of reports waiting for my signature. Land disputes. Supply requests. Warrior rotations. Tax records. It never ended. Somewhere along the way, becoming king had apparently meant signing my name a thousand times a week. Across the desk, Raiden looked just as thrilled as I felt. His brows were drawn together while he scanned another report before scribbling his signature across the bottom. Neither of us spoke for several minutes. The scratching of our pens against paper filled the office until I finally tossed my own report aside. “I swear these things reproduce when nobody’s looking.” Raiden didn’t even bother lifting his head. “They do.” I narrowed my eyes. “You sound awfully confident.” “I’ve watched that stack get bigger twice since breakfast.” He sighed. I

Raiden’s POV For several long seconds… I honestly wasn’t sure what I was looking at. Zayden stood beside me with an already inflated blow-up doll dangling from one hand while the giant box sat open at our feet. My brother slowly turned the doll one way, then the other, studying it like he was hoping it’d somehow become less ridiculous if he looked at it from another angle. It didn’t. If anything… It somehow got worse. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. “I can’t even pretend to be surprised.” That earned a snort from somewhere behind me, but I didn’t bother looking to see who it was. My attention remained fixed on the disaster Kael had somehow managed to wrap in birthday paper and proudly present as a gift. Only Kael. Only our Beta could look at a birthday present and decide the appropriate choice was an inflated blow-up doll. Zayden slowly lowered it enough to look over the top of its head at Kael. “I don’t even know what to say.” Kael remained perfectly straig

Ralph’s POV If there was one thing I was tired of hearing, it was people telling me everything would get better with time. Time hadn’t brought my daughter back. Time hadn’t brought my mate home. Time hadn’t changed a damn thing. I walked beside Travis along the narrow path our warriors had carved through the minefield, keeping my eyes ahead as the morning breeze stirred the trees surrounding us. Bright ribbons tied to stakes marked the edges of the safe route. One careless step outside those markers could still cost someone a leg… or their life. Maddox had seen to that. My jaw tightened. A fucking coward. That’s what he was. He hadn’t been satisfied with stealing my sons. He hadn’t been satisfied with forcing us to abandon half our own territory until my warriors risked their lives clearing enough of the explosives to give us a way in and out. No. He’d wanted to make sure every day began with a reminder of what he’d done. “They finished widening the southern path yesterday,” Trav