Todos os capítulos de Mated to two rival alphas : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

NightmaresERICThe dream opened in the kitchen of the house I grew up in.The table still had the long scar near the left edge where a knife had slipped years earlier. My father sat at the far end, sleeves rolled, sharpening a blade with the same slow strokes I remembered from winter evenings when the pack was quiet. The sound of metal on stone filled the room. He did not look up when I appeared in the doorway.“Control is not optional,” he said. The words arrived clear, as if the years between us had never happened. “It is the only thing that separates the ones who lead from the ones who break.”I tried to speak. Nothing came out.He turned the blade and tested the edge with his thumb. For a moment the metal looked wet. When I blinked the wetness was gone. The table was empty. My father stood at the window instead, back to me, watching something beyond the glass I could not see.“You will learn,” he said, still facing the dark. “Or you will become the problem.”The walls stretched.

Eric's SecretSHERRYI found him after the evening meal, alone on the side path that ran behind the storage sheds. The light had dropped far enough that the trees along the fence line had begun to blur. He stood with his back to the pack house, one hand resting on the top rail as if the wood were the only steady thing within reach.He heard me coming. He did not turn until I stopped a few paces away.“Sherry.”“We need to talk.”He looked at me for a long second, then nodded once toward the deeper stretch of path where the grounds opened out and the noise from the hall would not carry. I followed. Neither of us spoke until the lights of the pack house sat behind us.I did not waste time.“Jax says the signs match a curse. Restlessness that does not answer to rest. Senses that spike without reason. A wolf that pushes harder than the man can fully redirect. He has seen it before.”Eric’s shoulders shifted. The movement was small, controlled, and still managed to look expensive.“Jax sho

The Old RecordsSHERRYAfter midnight, the administrative wing was in a better light than any part of the pack house. The usual night-shift sounds came from the main corridors, but we found the lower level, where the archives were kept and secured. Eric used his lock before entering the building and, without holding back again, the latch released with heaviness as we were close to our old door locked behind us, and now closed down the room.The glow was functional rather than warm.“Operational records are on the left,” he said. “Historical volumes and personal files from previous Alpha lines sit behind the second lock at the far end. That is where anything useful about my father will be, if it still exists.”I followed him down the central aisle. The floor was clean. Someone maintained these rooms regularly. That detail mattered. Records that were kept in order were harder to hide things inside, but they also made gaps more obvious when they appeared.Eric unlocked the histo

The Old RecordsSHERRYAfter midnight, the administrative wing was in a better light than any part of the pack house. The usual night-shift sounds came from the main corridors, but we found the lower level, where the archives were kept and secured. Eric used his lock before entering the building and, without holding back again, the latch released with heaviness as we were close to our old door locked behind us, and now closed down the room.The glow was functional rather than warm.“Operational records are on the left,” he said. “Historical volumes and personal files from previous Alpha lines sit behind the second lock at the far end. That is where anything useful about my father will be, if it still exists.”I followed him down the central aisle. The floor was clean. Someone maintained these rooms regularly. That detail mattered. Records that were kept in order were harder to hide things inside, but they also made gaps more obvious when they appeared.Eric unlocked the histo

Viktor's FatherSHERRYWe went back to the archives the same night.Albert’s warning had not closed the path. It had only made the gaps more deliberate. Eric unlocked the historical section again without speaking. The same volumes we had examined the night before sat where we had left them. This time we pulled everything that touched the years immediately before and after his father’s death, including the operational reports that had been filed under Viktor’s father’s name.The work was slower. We compared dates. We matched names across different hands. We looked for the places where the language became careful instead of specific.Eric found the first useful overlap near the back of a border logistics volume. A short entry recorded a joint patrol authorization signed by both men. The date sat three weeks before the official incident that killed Eric’s father. The language was ordinary. The signatures were not. Eric’s father’s hand was steady. The second signature, belonging to the ma