All Chapters of Now, The Alpha Wants Me Back : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AUTHOR’S POVRain hammered against the slate roof of the Blood Moon packhouse. Ryan sat in his dark, quiet study, staring blankly into a crystal glass of cheap whiskey. His throat throbbed with a dull, relentless ache. Dark purple bruises shaped like massive fingers wrapped around his neck, serving as a brutal, permanent reminder of his failure at the Capital. Swallowing the alcohol felt like dragging broken glass down his esophagus, but he poured another drink anyway.Sitting in the freezing gloom, a heavy wave of regret gnawed at his stomach. He rubbed his tired eyes, trying desperately to erase the memory of the Solstice Gala. Seeing Larissa wearing that emerald dress tore him apart from the inside. She looked radiant, powerful, and completely out of his reach. Decades of shared history flooded his mind, reminding him of a time when she actually looked at him with genuine love. Larissa cared for him when he was just a young, unproven Alpha fighting for respect. She helped him build

AUTHOR’S POV.Morning sunlight pierced the thick glass windows of the royal bedchamber.Godric sat at a small round table near the roaring hearth, reviewing a stack of border patrol maps. He wore dark trousers and a loose black shirt, his jaw covered in rough, dark stubble. The shadow plague occupying the eastern ridges demanded his constant attention, but he refused to leave his quarters before sharing breakfast with his mate.Lying in the center of the massive fur-covered bed, Larissa stretched her stiff limbs. Dr. Thorne’s strict bed rest orders made her muscles ache with inactivity. Pushing the heavy blankets aside, she sat up slowly.“You are awake,” Godric noted, not looking up from his maps. His enhanced hearing caught the subtle shift of the sheets.“Barely,” she yawned, rubbing her eyes. “My back is killing me. Sitting in this bed all day is worse than running drills.”“Thorne said two more days,” Godric reminded her, finally lifting his storm-grey eyes to meet hers. A soft,

AUTHOR’S POV."Oh, Goddess," Juliet breathed, stepping closer to him. She placed a gentle, comforting hand on his armored forearm, projecting deep sympathy. "I am so sorry. Who would do such a terrible thing inside your own walls?""I do not know," Godric admitted, staring at the dead maid. "But they are living inside my keep."Looking up into his angry eyes, Juliet offered a soft, reassuring smile. "Do not let anger cloud your judgment, father. You are the smartest tactician on the continent. You will find out who hired this man. You will have an answer soon. We just need to search his belongings and track whoever he spoke to today. The truth always comes to light."Godric nodded slowly, appreciating her calm, grounded demeanor amidst the chaos. He squeezed her hand back. "You should not be down here, Juliet. Go back upstairs. Silas, burn these bodies. Then strip the barracks apart until you find out who this rat worked for."Turning away, Juliet hid a victorious, wicked smirk. The t

GODRICMorning light bled through the thick glass of our bedchamber windows, casting long, gray shadows across the stone floor. Rain lashed against the fortress walls, a relentless drumbeat that matched the tension coiled tight inside my chest.Standing near the roaring hearth, I strapped the heavy leather bracers to my forearms. My eyes never left my mate.Larissa sat on the edge of the mattress, pulling on a pair of dark leather boots. She did not wear the soft silk dresses Ryan used to force on her. Today, she wore thick black trousers and a tailored woolen tunic the color of dried blood. It looked like armor. Over the past few weeks, a quiet, undeniable transformation had taken root inside her. The fragile, broken woman I pulled from the southern bunker was dead. In her place, a fierce, calculating Queen was waking up.Watching her tie her laces, pride swelled in my gut. She moved with purpose. Her pregnant belly was prominent now, a visible symbol of my legacy, but it did not slo

AUTHOR’S POV"He did not even look at her today."Juliet stared down at the carved wooden crib resting in the corner of the nursery. Inside, baby Miu slept soundly beneath a thick knitted blanket. The room was warm and quiet, but a suffocating chill gripped the young mother’s heart. She reached out, tracing a trembling finger along the edge of the crib.Standing near the doorway, Daniel crossed his muscular arms. The Beta kept to the shadows, out of sight from the hallway. His scarred face remained stoic, but his lone eye tracked her every movement with deep, quiet concern."The Alpha spent the entire morning in the war room," Daniel replied softly, keeping his voice low to avoid waking the infant. "He is reviewing maps of the northern territories. He ordered the treasury to double the bounty for any mercenary willing to breach the West Pack walls."Hearing those words, Juliet gripped the wooden rail until her knuckles turned white."He is obsessed," she whispered, her voice cracking