All Chapters of THE ALPHA’S FIRST FALL 2: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LANKA MONROE POV"Unwrap that thick leather hide from your flesh and show my true mate the raw markings on your arm, Carllo," Andrew barks out, his deep voice carrying a sharp, dominant alpha vibration that rattles the stone goblets on the table. "I want the truth scented clearly in this room.""I have no reason to hide the damage from the sovereign omega, Alpha King. I just feared my broken wolf might trigger his maternal protective instincts negatively," Carllo mutters, his submissive beta scent shifting to a flat, dead neutrality as he reaches for the heavy buckles.I watch the lower-ranked wolf with a heavy knot tightening in my gut, my head resting against Andrew's thick shoulder as Carllo strips away the scarred leather. The moment the hide drops, my wolf gives a sharp, internal whine of discomfort, and I instinctively lean closer to my mate’s heat.Carllo's right arm is entirely missing the primary dewclaw, the thick bone cleanly sheared off directly at the joint.The ancient p

LANKA MONROE POV"Is the little pup Caleb entirely alone in that upper nesting room?" I ask Carllo as we approach the carriage, keeping my scent tight and controlled."Do not worry, Sovereign Lanka, the pup is completely safe under a deep sleeping draught. The pack caretaker will return from gathering fresh game at the riverbank momentarily to guard the threshold," Carllo replies, his voice hushed and subservient.I nod slowly, turning my head away, but my eyes inevitably catch Andrew’s massive silhouette as he secures the transport lines. Even knowing Carllo is nothing but a stand-in for my lost sister Vanessa, the sight of my Alpha King tending so closely to another wolf causes a toxic wave of possessiveness to burn the back of my throat. My inner beast snarls softly against my ribs, demanding I claw my mark deeper into Andrew’s neck.Shadow Creek Lodge is located directly within the inner boundary limits; the carriage eats the distance in less than five minutes before halting outsi

LANKA MONROE POV"I never once believed the pup growing inside my womb belonged to anyone but the Alpha King, and it certainly wasn't a lineage ritual on my own flesh that would verify his bloodline," I mutter to the shaman at the counter, my fingers hooking into the heavy parchment envelope containing the secrets of the Hawthorne family."The markers are absolute, Sovereign Monroe. The magic doesn't lie," the shaman replies, his voice low and cautious as he slides the ink-seal toward me.Just two suns ago, I had forced Elaine Brooks to grant me access to a restricted essence extraction from the old packs, a secret I had been keeping a viciously close eye on. I hadn't anticipated Andrew intercepting the carrier wolf and straight-up destroying my fluid sample before the pack council could sniff it. The fallout had struck Elaine’s private pack house hard, and even Maren Cole found herself under Andrew's suffocating, watchful eye.Serena Wolfe had been tormented by nightmares of my silve

I stared blankly at Andrew, my heart fluttering with an overwhelming sense of sudden joy. After all, my inner wolf had been dreaming of our official mating ceremony for long winter cycles.But the initial rush of excitement quickly gave way to a tide of deep unease and a slight sting of sorrow.It was like finally reaching the highest branch of the sacred shadow-oak after a brutal climb, clutching the blood-fruit that had tempted my beast day and night. But now that it rested in my palm, I feared its meat might taste like pure ash.What if the bond was entirely hollow?"What is with that expression? Is your wolf terrified, or are you having second thoughts about standing at my altar?"Andrew's deep rumble snapped me out of my daze.Only then did I notice the faint, rare smile had completely vanished from his sharp face.His golden eyes bore a cold, predator detachment, his dark brows furrowed in a dangerous mix of irritation and absolute authority. This was hardly the expression of an

Lydiasa let out a heavy, shuddering breath, her old fingers trembling where they gripped my wrist."Ah, it is ancient, blood-stained history now, Lanka. You see, back in the spring cycles, Maren was carrying royal twins—a male and a female pup. Everything seemed blessed by the moon. But during the sixth moon cycle, the unthinkable happened: the female pup's heartbeat faded in the womb. That lost pup would have been Andrew's twin sister. The pack shamans said the twins were sharing a single life-vessel and the internal blood flow was uneven. One pup was born with supreme Alpha strength, and the other... well, Maren could never accept the loss. She blamed Andrew’s overwhelming aura for smothering his sister's spirit before birth."My eyes widened in shock, my inner wolf rearing back in protest. "How could any mother blame her own newborn Alpha? Losing a pup is devastating, but it should have made Andrew twice as precious to her! The loss could have been caused by a hundred dark curses,