All Chapters of THE ALPHA’S FIRST FALL 2: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I felt like I was sinking into a solitary deep sea, engulfed by the deathly waters of isolation, unable to hear any sound or feel any warmth around me. That was until Carllo's loud shouts pierced through my numbness.I slowly came back to my senses, my hand subconsciously reaching up to touch my face. I thought I would be in tears, yet there were none.My cheeks were dry, my eyes scratchy and sore, as if they were about to ignite. My chest felt numb, as if my very heart had been hollowed out by a silver blade.So this was what true despair, betrayal, and sorrow felt like—utterly desolate, without even tears left to burn my skin."Really, how could he break his own house gift?" Lydiasa Hawthorne sneered, fanning herself with a quiet, vicious smile."A prison-born male should show respect to his betters, but this is just pathetic," Maren Cole added, her soft voice carrying easily across the crowd.I blinked back to reality, met by the sharp, disapproving stares of several pack elders un

I bit my lip so hard that the warm, metallic taste of blood burst over my tongue as I mechanically nodded my head.Carllo had to be okay. My wolf raged against my ribs, screaming that my closest friend, my brother in all but blood, could not bleed out on these sacred stones."We have the emergency litter!" someone yelled near the entrance, and Julian immediately scooped Carllo up in his arms, his strong Alpha frame taking the full weight without stumbling.I stood up, my vision darkening, my body swaying under the weight of the unborn pup. Then, I felt myself being steadied by a very familiar set of thick arms, Andrew's large, calloused hand gripping my waist tightly. But the embrace that used to feel like my only safe haven in this brutal pack was now like being wrapped in burning iron, sending sharp waves of pain across my skin."Don't touch me!"I glared at him with absolute disdain, violently twisting my hips to disentangle myself from his grip, struggling to follow Julian down th

Matthew's voice broke the heavy silence in the stairwell, his breathing rough from the cold mountain air. "How did you catch wind of this, Andrew? Did you see that forged diary entries slate? Please don't tell me you actually believed those lies."Matthew was in utter disbelief, but seeing Andrew's darkened, bloodthirsty expression solidified his worst fears. A surge of absolute frustration flared inside Matthew, both for his own ruined reputation and for Lanka's broken heart."So, Lord Wolfe, you actually got the wrong idea about me and your own mate?" Matthew spat, stepping closer until his shoulder almost touched Andrew's heavy armor. "These past four years, you kept me stationed at the southern pack borders, telling me I had to prove my worth to the high council before returning to Wolfe Crest Estate. Was it really about my career, or was it just about keeping me far away from Lanka?"Andrew stood motionless, the freezing wind whipping his dark hair across his face, but he didn't

My eyes blazed with wild, untamed fury while Andrew forcefully gripped my chin with his other hand, his thick fingers bruising my jawline."Lanka Monroe, don't forget, your sworn brother Carllo is still laid up in the ICU at Silverline Medical Center," Andrew growled, his golden Alpha eyes flashing with lethal authority. "Once those rejection papers are signed, I am under no obligation to keep his medical skiffs funded, let alone pay a fortune for the elite pack healers keeping his brain alive."I hadn't expected him to use Carllo’s literal life as dark leverage at a time like this.Carllo had only just survived that skull-crushing fall down the stone steps at Grand Meridian Hall, and clearly, Andrew had calculated that I wouldn't abandon my brother to bleed out in a cold ward.Gasping for breath against his crushing hold, I managed to snap, "I can cover the medical expenses myself! The Monroe family line isn't penniless!""Think I need your small change, Lanka?" Andrew sneered, his h

I felt right then that even if the sacred Luna bonding ritual had gone off without a single flaw, I would still never truly belong in his exalted Alpha world.I held the worn, leather-bound journal in my hands for a long, silent second before I finally pulled the clasp open.Andrew stood by the war-carriage, his golden eyes watching me intently, assuming I was going to read through the authenticated pages to verify the dark magic used on them. But in the very next breath, my claws extended.I shoved the heavy leather window frame down, letting the freezing, snow-filled mountain wind howl straight into the cabin.With a series of sharp, violent rips, I tore my childhood diary to shredded scraps and threw the pieces straight out into the roaring blizzard.SCREECH!Andrew slammed his heavy boots onto the carriage brakes, the wheels locking with a deafening groan. His handsome, cut-face turned a terrifying shade of livid, and he lunged across the leather seat, his massive hands grabbing m