Lahat ng Kabanata ng How I Met My Mates: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The temperature in the bedroom plummeted to absolute zero. Dominic’s commanding aura flooded the space like an iron curtain, heavy enough to make the silk drapes rustle against the glass doors. His silver eyes burned with a cold, terrifying light as they traveled from Asher’s hands wrapped tightly around my waist, up to the golden-blonde curls of his star goalie."Asher," Dominic’s voice didn't just rattle the air; it vibrated through the floorboards. "Remove your hands from my mate."Asher didn't flinch. Instead, his grip on my waist tightened by a fraction of an inch, his amber eyes flaring with the stubborn, unyielding defiance of a wolf who had just stared down a firing line on the ice."She's our mate, Garcia," Asher countered, his voice dropping to a low, territorial growl that vibrated directly against my chest. "The fated bond snapped for all of us. You don't get to hoard her in the ivory tower just because you wear the captain's C."Mates! Fight for her! Lupine howled inside

The heavy oak doors of the VIP lounge shut out the thrumming bass of the ballroom, but the silence inside was far from peaceful. The air was charged with a heavy, intoxicating blend of five distinct Alpha auras, all swirling around the singular, silver current of my own dormant magic.Dominic didn't let go of my waist. Even as he walked over to the mahogany bar to pour two fingers of dark amber liquor, his silver eyes remained anchored to me, tracking the slight rise and fall of my bare shoulders beneath the midnight-black silk."You handled Marcus well," Dominic said, his gravelly voice cutting through the quiet. He raised the glass to his lips, the sharp tilt of his jaw highlighting the stark, ruthless lines of his face. "But he’s just the first leaf to fall. The Icefang elders are desperate. They’ve spent forty years building a dynasty on stolen border wealth, and they won't simply watch it vanish into the Garcia global portfolio without a fight.""Let them fight," Asher murmured

The doors to the Silverfang High auditorium were double-rigged with heavy brass handles, built during an era when the pack still believed in grand, architectural statements of absolute authority. From the foyer, the sound filtering through the wood wasn’t a standard school murmur. It was the low, rhythmic thumping of feet on floorboards—a martial, calculated display of Pack solidarity designed to unnerve outsiders before they even crossed the threshold.Dominic didn’t pause. He reached out with one massive, gloved hand, the heavy leather of his Reapers captain’s glove catching the brass ring, and threw the left door inward with enough force to make the internal magnetic catches groan.The thumping stopped instantly.A thousand faces turned toward the light of the foyer. The auditorium was built like an amphitheater, rows of dark wooden seats sloping down toward a central, elevated stage where a single, carved oak dais stood. The air inside was warm, stagnant, and heavily congested w

The administrative wing of Silverfang High had always smelled of old wax, heavy mahogany, and the faint, bitter scent of the suppressants the previous administration forced the lower-tier Omegas to take before entering the principal's office. It was a corridor designed to shrink a wolf’s spirit before they even turned the brass handle of the main door.Today, that suffocating atmosphere was completely gone, replaced by the dominant, razor-sharp scent of the Blackwood Reapers.Dominic didn't just walk into the principal's office; he took it over. He sat behind the massive, hand-carved desk that had belonged to Ryker’s family for three decades, his broad shoulders easily filling the leather high-backed chair. His silver varsity jacket sat unzipped, revealing the dark, fitted dress shirt underneath. The gold-and-blue banners of the Silverfang Predators that used to hang behind the desk had already been ripped down, leaving pale rectangles on the dark wood panels.I sat in one of the pl

The quiet that settled over the administrative suite was a different kind of silence than before. It wasn't the suffocating, stagnant pressure of the old regime, nor was it the volatile tension of an impending fight. It was the heavy, pregnant silence of a shift in the territory’s foundation.Logan held the silver pen above the Reapers auxiliary contract, his knuckles white against the metal. His dark eyes flicked over the dense, legalistic terms displayed on the digital pad beside the paper—terms that laid out full pack integration for the lower sectors, immediate severance of all Icefang elder authority, and a full medical review for every student previously marked with suppression codes."If I sign this," Logan said, his voice raw, rasping over the words like dry parchment, "what happens to the varsity squad? Half the defensemen were raised to believe Ryker’s family was the only thing keeping the northern rogues from wiping out our borders. They aren't all corrupt, Garcia. They we