All Chapters of Bound to the Alpha She Was Raised to Hate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Odessa's POVI don't know how long I stood there before I actually moved again. Long enough that Ronan had to touch my arm to pull me back into my own body."Odessa." His voice was low.“Keep looking. We need everything we can carry."I nodded, my legs felt unsteady walking forward, deeper into the room, the shelves stretching further back than any of us had expected once we actually got moving through them properly."Holy shit," Micah muttered, somewhere off to my left, his flashlight sweeping across another full row of boxes. "This isn't a room. This is a whole damn building's worth."He wasn't wrong. Every time I thought we'd reached the back wall, another row appeared, more shelves, more boxes, more names stacked floor to ceiling in the same cold, meticulous order.I kept pulling files as I moved, my hands trembling harder with every one, scanning names I half recognized from old Vale society, families my parents used to mention in passing when I was young, families I simply assum

Odessa's POVRonan moved first, and it wasn't the calculated fighting I watched from him before. This was something rawer, faster, every strike aimed at clearing a path instead of winning a formal contest.He shifted mid-stride, bones cracking through the sound of the klaxon, fur rippling out across his frame in that same violent, familiar wave, and then he was moving through the enforcers like something unstoppable, teeth and claws tearing through the first line before they fully registered he'd closed the distance."Go!" Briar shouted, shifting beside him, driving into the second wave of enforcers with a snarl that cut clean through the chaos.Micah followed, bag still slung across his shoulder even as he shifted, moving in tight formation with Briar to keep the path opening in front of us.I stayed close behind, my whole body thrumming with adrenaline, and something else too, something hot and unsteady building beneath my skin, sparking faintly at my fingertips despite every effor

Odessa's POVThe last stretch felt endless, my legs burning, my lungs aching with every breath, the master index and everything Micah had stuffed into that bag feeling heavier with every step even though nothing about their actual weight had changed."There," Ronan gasped, Briar still slung across his shoulder, her breathing shallow but steady. "The treeline. That's the treeline."I didn't fully believe it until we actually crossed it, until the air shifted the way it always did at that invisible boundary, until the ground beneath my feet felt different in some way I couldn't fully explain but recognized instantly."We made it," Micah breathed, disbelief thick in his voice. "Holy shit, we actually made it.""Don't celebrate yet," Ronan said, even he sounded shaken with relief, pushing forward those final few hundred yards toward the pack house, the sky above us finally beginning to lighten from black toward gray.I saw the gate before I fully registered and we reached it, and Garrick

Odessa's POVWe waited two hours for Nora to hear back, two hours of pacing, of half-eaten food nobody had the appetite to finish, of Ronan and Garrick reviewing every file again just to have something to do with their hands while the clock kept running down toward Corvin's deadline.My phone rang, and I answered so fast I nearly dropped it."Tell me something good," I said.Nora's face appeared on screen, and I could tell immediately from her expression that whatever news she carried wasn't the clean victory I'd been hoping for."He looked at everything," she said. "All of it. Took him about an hour, and he says it's the most significant thing he's seen in his career, if it's real.""If," Garrick repeated, coming to stand beside me, catching the word before I could even react to it."That's the problem," Nora said, wincing slightly. "He believes it might be real. He can't run it on might.""We gave him signatures," Ronan said, frustration creeping into his voice. "Direct authorizatio

Corvin's POVThe report reached me before sunrise, delivered by an aide who clearly understood the weight of what he carried by the measured way he crossed my study, setting it down on the desk like it might detonate if handled too roughly.I read it in silence first, unhurried despite the early hour, my tea growing cold beside me while I worked through every detail the facility director had included in his account.A breach. Overnight, during the hours when that entire district should have stood empty and undisturbed. Two guards were found unconscious near the rear entrance. Records room accessed, the lock forced with a skill that suggested professional training rather than opportunistic curiosity.Four intruders, according to the surviving descriptions. Two identified as wolves, based on partial shift markings observed by the responding enforcers. One human male, likely Ironhollow-affiliated given the timing and circumstances. And one final intruder, described in terms that made my