All Chapters of Now, The Alpha Wants Me Back : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AUTHOR’S POVLeaning forward, Juliet lowered her voice into a conspiratorial whisper."The West Pack," Juliet stated simply.A deep, disgusted scowl instantly twisted Tiberius’s wrinkled face. The mere mention of Godric's territory soured his mood."The Butcher continues to mock this tribunal," Tiberius grumbled, picking up his tea. "He ignores our summons. He locks his borders. He acts as if the laws of this continent do not apply to the freezing North. And now, he parades that southern stray around our galas like she is a goddess descended from the moon.""She is not a goddess," Juliet agreed quickly, seizing the opening. "She is a parasite, Councilor. And she is infecting the largest army in our world."Tiberius paused, the teacup hovering inches from his mouth. He raised a white eyebrow, urging her to continue."I visited the North recently," Juliet lied seamlessly, weaving truths with fiction. "I saw the state of their council. Larissa does not just sit beside the King. She comma

AUTHOR’S POV"Play that sequence back."Godric was leaned towards the desk, his knuckles turning almost stark white. Dozens of security monitors were lining the wall of the cramped surveillance room hidden deep within the inner keep. Silas stood at the main control board, his scarred fingers tapping rapidly across the keyboard.Grainy black-and-white footage from the royal kitchens flickered onto the center screen. Cooks were rushing around massive iron stoves. Maids carried silver trays. Everything looked perfectly normal.Then…Suddenly, the screen glitched. A burst of static wiped the image away. Ten seconds later, the video returned. The kitchen staff were in different positions."There," Godric growled, pointing a thick finger at the glass. "Freeze the frame."Silas hit a button. The image locked in place."A ten-minute gap," the Gamma noted, leaning closer to the monitor. His brow furrowed in deep frustration. "The timestamp jumps forward. Someone tampered with the recording syst

LARISSA 6 MONTHS LATER.Boom!Thunder rattled the thick glass windows of our bedchamber. Almost simultaneously, a brutal cramp clamped down on my lower stomach. It felt nothing like the dull, annoying aches of the past few weeks. This pain was sharp, violent, and unforgiving. It felt like a jagged iron hook caught the base of my spine and pulled inward.Grasping the heavy wooden bedpost, my knuckles turned stark white. A sharp gasp tore from my throat.Over the last month, my body had morphed into an unrecognizable, exhausted vessel. Carrying a pureblood Lycan pup drained every ounce of my stamina. My ankles swelled to twice their normal size, forcing me to abandon my favorite leather boots for soft, loose slippers. Sudden, erratic hormonal surges hijacked my nervous system daily. One afternoon, I threw a silver mirror at the wall in pure rage; the next morning, I wept uncontrollably because my tea tasted too bitter. My joints ached, my skin felt stretched tight, and simple tasks left

AUTHOR’S POV"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"Larissa hissed the words, her voice slicing through the cold night air on the stone terrace. She squared her shoulders, refusing to back away from the crimson-clad Alpha standing in front of her.Ryan swirled the amber liquid in his crystal glass. The ice clinked softly against the rim. He did not drop his twisted, sorrowful smile. Instead, he took a slow step closer, invading her personal space."Do not play pretend with me, Larissa," Ryan answered, his tone smooth and sickeningly familiar. "You know exactly what I mean. That child carries southern blood. My blood. Sitting on a northern throne does not rewrite biology."A fierce, maternal rage ignited in her chest. Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms."I am going to say this once," Larissa warned sternly, glaring straight into his amber eyes. "Change the subject right now, or get the hell out of my face."Hearing her threat, Ryan let ou

AUTHOR’S POV"Why are you wearing a thick silk scarf inside your own study?"Juliet stood in the open doorway, crossing her arms over the bodice of her dark dress.Ryan stood near the roaring fireplace. He held a glass of bourbon in his right hand. Hearing her question, he flinched slightly. His left hand shot up to tug at the dark blue fabric wrapped tight around his neck. He refused to meet her eyes, choosing instead to stare into the orange flames."The draft in this room is terrible," Ryan muttered, taking a quick sip of his drink. "That is all."Walking into the study, Juliet shut the doors behind her. The brass lock clicked into place."It is eighty degrees in here, Ryan," she pointed out, keeping her voice flat and skeptical. She closed the distance between them, stopping just a few feet away. "You are sweating. Take it off.""Leave it alone, Juliet," he snapped, his amber eyes flashing with sudden, defensive anger. He turned his back on her, walking toward his massive desk.Be