Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA’S FIRST FALL 2: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lanka Monroe POV"Keep your hands off me, you rogue executioners!"I snarl, my claws scraping uselessly against the leather seats as the black enforcers pin my shoulders down. The heavy vehicle swerves violently around the dark, winding roads of the territory."Shut your mouth and sit down, Omega, unless you want your scent glands shredded before we reach the medical wing."The larger enforcer grunts, ripping my leather satchel from my grip and tossing it under the seat."Did Andrew order this ambush, or is this Maren's twisted pack politics?"My heart hammers against my ribs while the silver-plated restraints click around my wrists, burning my skin."Just stay quiet, Alpha Wolfe’s little mate, and your pup won't have to suffer the silver needles early."The driver barks, pushing the accelerator down as the heavy armored vehicle tears through the borders toward the Silverline Medical Center."Get him inside the extraction cell right now!"Maren Cole commands the pack shamans the secon

Lanka Monroe POV"My pack ride is parked by the eastern clearing, Lanka. Your scent is fading fast, let me carry you before your wolf collapses from the silver shock," Julian says, his fingers tightening gently on my bare forearm as I sway against the freezing night wind."I have my own two paws, Julian. I can walk out of this cursed medical sanctuary without breaking," I grunt, my teeth grinding together as a sharp spike of heat hits my lower abdomen where those shamans punctured my skin."Don't let your stubborn pride ruin your recovery, little omega. Stay right against this stone pillar while I fetch a transport chair from the lobby," Julian commands, his voice dropping into a comforting rumble before his heavy footsteps retreat down the gravel path."Get your paws off me!" I shriek a second later as a massive, suffocating cloud of cedar and burnt ash floods my senses, pinning my lungs before two thick, clawed hands scoop my thighs and lower back off the ground."Keep your mouth sh

Andrew Wolfe POV"Andrew, listen to me, I am your mother. Do you really believe my own wolf would plot against our bloodline?" Maren Cole’s soft voice trembles inside the stone vault of Riverbend Abbey, but her scent leaks guilty anxiety. "Think about the timeline yourself. You and Lanka Monroe have been completely secretive about his heat cycles, and then he suddenly runs off to the outer territories under the guise of pack training. Now I bring him the sacred pregnancy broths, and he dumps them in the dirt. I find out he is shifting into his beast form to run with rogue packs, putting the pup at risk. With all those deceptive maneuvers, can you blame me for wanting to pierce his skin to verify the lineage? I refuse to let an omega pull the wool over your eyes. In the medical wing today, he screamed it himself that the pup does not carry your true alpha spark.""Mother, what actually rots your brain?" I growl, my claws gouging deep tracks into the armrest of the wooden chair as I ris

Lanka Monroe POV"You have pushed your limits enough for one evening, Lanka," Andrew growls, his massive arms wrapping under my thighs as he lifts me effortlessly toward the thick furs of the nesting platform."Put me down, Andrew, I need to wash this dried sweat and hospital stench off my skin," I mutter, my hands pressing against his broad shoulders to push him away."The pack shaman explicitly warned me that the silver extraction puncture cannot touch water for at least a day," Andrew says, his voice flat and unyielding as he drops me onto the soft, heavy furs."You are not a medicine wolf, Alpha," I snap back, turning my face away from his intense gaze."No, but I forced the head shaman to give me every single precaution before I banished him from the territory," he answers, his chest expanding as he hovers over me.A sudden ache twists my chest. I really believed Andrew was just like his mother, Maren Cole, viewing my pregnancy as nothing but a biological harvest to save Damon Ha

Lanka Monroe POV"Let's not dive back into this swamp of lies, Andrew, because every word out of your mouth sounds like a cheap territorial excuse to keep me locked in your bed," I say, trying to wrench myself out of his massive lap as the heat of his naked skin threatens to melt my resolve.Andrew tightens his grip around my waist, pressing his forehead directly against mine, his hot breath smelling of cedar and wild ash. "My little firebrand, it seems my wolf has a habit of biting his own tongue when it comes to you."The endearment cuts straight through my shields, making my heart skip a beat. But I ball my fists, resisting the traitorous urge of my omega wolf to surrender to his heat. A mating built on deception is a rotted foundation; once the trust is broken, it is like trying to piece together a shattered ritual glass."Get some rest, Lanka. I will take you to Shadow Creek Lodge to meet Vanessa tomorrow," Andrew murmurs, his thumbs rubbing firm circles into my hips. "You will s