Semua Bab Now, The Alpha Wants Me Back : Bab 41 - Bab 50

AUTHOR’S POV“Larissa!”Godric fell to the floor, sliding across the ruined rug. He scooped her limp body into his arms. Blood trickled from a small cut on her temple. Dark, angry bruises were already forming around her pale neck in the shape of a man's hand.“Wake up. Please, wake up.” He shook her gently, his voice cracking.She did not respond. Her head lolled back against his bicep. Her chest barely moved. The faint, thready beat of her heart echoed through the mate bond, slowing down with every passing second.Panic, raw and absolute, swallowed the Alpha whole.Standing up, he kicked the broken door frame out of his way. He held her tight against his chest, shielding her bruised head with his large hand. He sprinted down the hallway. He did not issue commands to the shocked guards rushing toward the commotion. He just ran.“Clear the halls!” Godric roared, his voice echoing through the stone corridors like a battle horn.Servants pressed themselves flat against the walls. Warrior

AUTHOR’S POVKeeping her breathing feels like trying to hold water in a clenched fist.Sitting in the rigid plastic chair beside her hospital bed, Godric watched the steady rise and fall of Larissa’s chest. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor provided the only sound in the sterile room. Her pale skin stood out against the white sheets, marred only by the ugly, dark bruises wrapping around her slender throat. The warlock had nearly stolen her from him. Just thinking about the creature’s hands on her neck made his fangs ache to tear something apart.When her brown eyes finally fluttered open a few hours later, a wave of relief washed over his tense muscles.Godric moved closer, resting his forearms on his knees. He needed to understand the chaotic end of the battle.“What happened right before the warlock went out the window?” he asked, keeping his voice low and gentle. “I was blinded. I only heard the glass break.”Larissa blinked, looking away toward the blank wall. She pulled the

LARISSA“You just murdered a man in cold blood!”My voice echoed sharply off the stone walls of our bedchamber. Spinning around, I glared at the tall, imposing figure stepping through the doorway. We had just left the grand hall, leaving a terrified council staring at an empty balcony.Godric closed the heavy oak door with a quiet click. He did not look agitated. Slipping off his dark leather coat, he tossed it casually over the back of a velvet armchair.“I executed a traitor,” Godric corrected, his tone flat and unbothered. “There is a massive difference.”“He told a bad joke!” Taking a step forward, my hands curled into tight fists at my sides. “He insulted me, yes. But you dragged him across the floor and threw him off a balcony. You did not even give him a chance to apologize. You just kill people however you want!”Turning to face me, his storm-grey eyes narrowed slightly. He unbuttoned the top of his black shirt, exposing a sliver of his scarred chest.“Vargas did not tell a jo

LARISSA The grand hall of the West Pack fortress glowed with the warm, flickering light of a thousand candles set in massive iron chandeliers. Tonight, the military stronghold looked transformed. Servants had draped rich crimson banners from the vaulted ceilings, and the harsh stone floors were polished to a mirror shine. Soft string music floated over the low hum of hundreds of voices. The air smelled of roasted venison, expensive wine, and a dozen different wolf scents mingling in the enclosed space.I walked down the center aisle, my arm linked securely through Godric’s elbow. My dark red silk gown dragged elegantly across the floor, matching the deep color of the pack’s crest. Beside me, the Lycan King wore formal black velvet, looking every inch the terrifying monarch he was born to be.Foreign leaders lined the walkway, bowing their heads respectfully as we passed. Visiting Alphas from the northern ridges and the eastern coast offered their congratulations. They spoke in hushe

GODRIC “The eastern trade routes belong to the West Pack now,” Alpha Kael argued, swirling the dark amber liquid in his crystal cup. “You cannot tax my merchants simply for crossing the neutral zone, Godric. It violates the old treaties.”“I tax whoever breathes my air,” I replied smoothly, keeping my tone low and bored. “If your merchants want safe passage without having their wagons burned to ash, they will pay the toll. The old treaties died the day I took the throne.”Kael scowled, opening his mouth to issue another useless complaint.Before the northern Alpha could speak, a sharp, bitter scent sliced through the heavy air of the grand hall. It cut right through the overwhelming smells of roasted venison, expensive perfumes, and spilled wine. My Lycan senses isolated the odor instantly. Crushed nightshade mixed with powdered silver and white oleander.It was a highly concentrated, lethal poison. A single drop could stop a normal wolf’s heart in seconds.Snapping my head toward th