All Chapters of Now, The Alpha Wants Me Back : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AUTHOR’S POV“That is in the past!” Juliet cried, gripping the edge of the table. “Ryan is your former mate. You loved him once. You cannot just sit here and let my father murder him!”“Ryan shot Godric,” Larissa stated firmly, leaning forward to close the distance between them. “He locked me in a bunker and tried to steal my unborn child. He brought this wrath upon himself. Your father gave him a chance to walk away, and Ryan chose to fire silver bullets instead. He deserves exactly what is coming to him.”“You are heartless,” Juliet whispered, tears welling in her eyes again.“I am a survivor,” Larissa corrected without a shred of pity. She looked directly into Juliet’s weeping eyes. “If someone trapped me in a room, held a blade to my throat, and tried to steal my baby, I would not offer them mercy. If I were in your father’s position, I would want Ryan's head on a silver platter too.”The blunt, brutal truth struck Juliet like a physical blow. She realized Larissa was no longer th

AUTHOR’S POV"You know, It is a terrible idea to kill your own daughter's mate," Larissa said.She was near the tall arching window of their private chambers, watching the rain batter the glass.Godric was sitting on the edge of the mattress. He dragged a coarse whetstone down the edge of his silver hunting knife. Hearing her words, the harsh metallic scraping stopped."I agree," Godric replied calmly. He set the blade down on the wooden nightstand. "Leaving Juliet a widow was never my intention. I took no pleasure in watching her cry in this very room yesterday. But this mess is all Ryan’s fault. He locked my fated mate behind iron doors. He fired silver into my chest. He forced my hand."Turning away from the window, Larissa crossed her arms over her pregnant stomach. She despised her former husband. Ryan was a coward who abused her trust and discarded her to secure a better political alliance. Yet, the thought of an innocent baby growing up without a father struck a painful chord i

AUTHOR’S POV"Keep the Luna in the royal box. She does not step foot near the sand."Godric issued the command without looking back. Silas nodded, gripping the hilt of his heavy silver broadsword. Standing firm outside the thick iron gates of the challenger’s pit, the Gamma wore a grim expression.Larissa reached out, grabbing Godric’s bare forearm before he could walk down the dark tunnel."Be careful," Larissa whispered, her brown eyes filled with genuine concern. "He is too confident. He is planning something cowardly.""Cowards always plan," Godric replied, his voice a low, steady rumble. Reaching up, he brushed a strand of dark hair from her face. "But plans break when they hit a solid wall. Stay with the guards."Turning away, the Lycan King marched down the damp stone corridor.The Capital Arena loomed ahead. Carved directly into the side of a white mountain, the structure resembled an ancient fighting pit. Tens of thousands of wolves filled the stone bleachers. The deafening r

AUTHOR’S POV“Larissa!”Godric dropped to his knees on the wet cobblestones. Panic, raw and suffocating, erased his previous anger in a single heartbeat. He reached out, his massive hands hovering over her trembling body.“What is going on?” he demanded, his voice cracking. “Larissa, look at me. Talk to me.”She could not speak. The pain was far too intense. It radiated from her lower abdomen, a blinding, searing heat that stole all the oxygen from her lungs. She opened her mouth, but only a strangled, breathless gasp escaped. Her hands flew to her stomach, her fingers digging frantically into the wet fabric of her dress.Seeing the sheer agony twisting her face, terror struck Godric like a physical blow. The great Lycan King, the Butcher of the West, felt entirely helpless. He did not care about Ryan anymore. He did not care about pride, politics, or the duel. He only cared about the fragile woman bleeding on the stones in front of him.Her eyes rolled back. The excruciating pain ove

AUTHOR’S POVGodric stood over the massive oak table in his war room.Flickering torchlight cast long, dancing shadows across the detailed maps of the continent. He traced a finger along the western river boundary, calculating the exact route Ryan’s hired mercenaries used to breach his defenses earlier that week.Silas stood nearby, sharpening a hunting knife with a whetstone. The rhythmic scraping sound filled the quiet room.The heavy iron doors swung open.Jax walked into the war room, his boots leaving wet tracks on the stone floor. He stopped a respectful distance from the table, bowing his head sharply."Alpha," Jax greeted. "The perimeter is secure. First watch is completed without any major incidents."Without looking up from the map, Godric acknowledged the guard. "Define major incidents.""A single rogue approached the western gate an hour ago," Jax reported, keeping his posture rigid. "He was unarmed and frantic. We searched him for explosives. He was clean.""Where is he n