Now, The Alpha Wants Me Back 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

AUTHOR’S POVA thick leather corset hugged her torso, accentuating her tall frame. Wild silver-blonde hair swayed across her shoulders as she surveyed her new surroundings. Years had passed since she last walked these halls, yet the cold, military architecture remained unchanged.Rounding a corner near the main library, movement caught her eye.A young woman walked ahead carrying a stack of thick historical ledgers. The stranger wore a simple grey woolen dress, her dark hair pulled back into a messy knot. Bruises still faded softly along her jawline, hinting at recent violence. Despite her frail posture, the girl carried herself with a stiff, unnatural pride.Morgana stopped dead in her tracks, a sharp smirk curving her painted red lips.This must be her. The southern runaway. The fragile pet who had somehow managed to turn the Butcher of the West upside down.Hmm…Adjusting her stride, Morgana stepped directly into the center of the corridor, blocking the narrow path.Larissa halt

AUTHOR’S POVMorning frost clung to the edges of the grand dining room windows, casting a cold, blue light across the polished stone floor. Larissa sat at the far end of the long mahogany table, staring blankly at a silver platter of fresh fruit. The massive room felt like a quiet tomb. Footsteps echoed from the corridor, breaking the morning silence.Morgana strolled through the open archway. A devilish, bright smile stretched across her painted red lips. She wore a deep green tunic tailored tight against her curves. To anyone else, the Northern Lycan looked like a friendly, cheerful guest. Larissa knew better. Beneath that cool, calm exterior, the woman was a walking nightmare. Morgana carried the distinct aura of a predator playing with its food, masking her lethal intentions behind a flawless smile.Taking a seat directly across the table, Morgana crossed her long legs. She reached for a green apple, taking a slow, deliberate bite. Her icy blue eyes tracked Larissa’s every move."

AUTHOR’S POVTears of pain and lack of oxygen leaked from the corners of Morgana’s eyes. She tapped his forearm frantically, nodding her head as best she could.Godric held her there for five more agonizing seconds, letting the reality of his promise sink deep into her bones. Then, he opened his hand.Morgana crashed to the stone floor. She collapsed onto her hands and knees, coughing violently. She gasped for air, massaging her bruised throat while her silver hair fell in a messy curtain over her face.Standing over her, Godric felt no pity."Stay away from my mate," he ordered, turning his back on her.He walked away, leaving the Northern Lycan trembling in the dust. His pulse pounded a frantic rhythm in his ears. The scent of Larissa’s fear still lingered in the hallway, driving his beast insane. He needed to see her. He needed to know she was unharmed.Striding toward the eastern tower, Godric bypassed the guards stationed outside her heavy oak door. He pushed the handle down and

GODRIC“We need to talk.”The deep voice cut through the whistling mountain wind. Morgana stood on the wide stone balcony of her guest quarters, leaning over the carved railing. She held a goblet of dark wine, her silver hair whipping wildly around her pale face. Below her, the vast expanse of the West Pack stretched across the valley, bustling with morning activity.She did not flinch at his sudden arrival. Taking a slow sip, she turned her head just enough to catch him in her peripheral vision.“You expanded the southern training rings,” Morgana observed. She gestured with her free hand toward the sprawling dirt arenas far below. “And you reinforced the outer walls with iron plating. I remember suggesting that fifty years ago. You told me it was a waste of good steel.”“Threats evolve,” Godric replied, stepping out onto the cold balcony. The freezing air barely registered against his skin. He stopped a few feet away from her, keeping his hands clasped behind his back.“They certainl

GODRIC“Alpha, you need to see what we just pulled from her saddlebags.”Silas spoke directly into my mind through the pack link. The sudden mental intrusion shattered my focus. Sitting in my quiet study, I rubbed my tired eyes. Dealing with border patrols or packing inspections held zero interest for me that day. Morgana was leaving before sunset. That remained the only thing that mattered.“Bring it to the armory,” I replied through the link.Pushing back my wooden chair, I stood up. On my way there, my thoughts remained fixed on the eastern tower. Larissa was resting in her chambers. I needed to make sure Morgana stayed far away from her until she rode out the front gates.Entering the armory, the metallic scent of oiled steel and old leather hit my nose. Silas stood near a long metal table. My Gamma was a seasoned, brutal fighter. He rarely got confused, but that day, a deep frown creased his scarred face.Several dark canvas bags sat open on the table. Morgana’s traveling gear. W