Semua Bab Survivor of Nightshade: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I woke slowly, sunlight streaming in through the blinds and painting warm stripes across the covers. For a moment, I forgot where I was. I just lay there, basking in the warmth and comfort of the bed.I stretched carefully, testing the sore muscles along my sides. There was still a dull ache near my incision, but it was less sharp than before. I let myself enjoy a few slow breaths, taking in the peace of the morning.If this was my home pack, by now I would have been planning out strategies for survival and avoiding as many confrontations as possible. But here, I didn’t have to be on edge, which was new for me. Not complaining, anything but complaining, just an adjustment.My nose picked up on the scent of freshly brewed coffee. I glanced at the table beside my bed, and sure enough, a mug filled with coffee wa

Monica came into the room shortly after, shadowed by Elijah and Mateo. They were pushing in carts full of food and drinks. I damn near jumped out of the bed. The ridiculous amount of food was enough to feed an army; even if we all dug in, there would still be plenty of leftovers for the next few days.I stared at her with wide eyes. “Where did this all come from? And are you planning to feed the whole pack with this?” She must have heard the exasperation in my voice, because she lifted an eyebrow and rolled her eyes.“Looks like our cutie pie has underestimated us,” Elijah said with a smirk. “We brought a little of everything since we weren’t sure what you’d want, and refuse to skip out on a chance to spoil such a good boy,” he said with a wink.I glanced at the brothers, who were looking at me with doting expressions.Alright, whatever. If they’re going to insist on spoiling me, I’ll let them. I wasn’t used to being spoiled, and it felt damn good. I’m too tired to argue, and I wasn’t

We made our way back to the study. Sitting down behind my desk, I leaned my head back, closing my eyes with a sigh. I couldn’t help but have my mind reeling with the thought that if the Alpha of a pack can do this to their own son, how many others are suffering under similar treatment. It’s no secret that some Alphas in powerful positions take advantage of their power to belittle those under them, but this? This was beyond petty power plays. This was blatant disregard for human life entirely. If Alpha Rannulfus truly treats others in his pack, such as Raymond, then putting a stop to his tyranny is paramount. I sat up straight and flicked my gaze to Atticus, who, seeing my serious expression, stepped forward. “Atticus, get Alpha Blake Silver on the phone. He’s the leader of Silverstreak in Pennsylvania; I want to discuss cooperation. That man can’t stand Nightshade and has been looking for a reason to sink his teeth into them. I don’t believe he’ll have any reason to not join in the sp

(Raymond’s POV) A few weeks have passed since I arrived at Shadow Claw, and I have to say, things have been going well so far. The brothers have been clinging to me, though they probably wouldn’t admit it out loud. I swear, they’re trying to smother me with attention. I don’t mind it, but it does get a little overwhelming at times. My body has been recovering nicely. Thanks to the nutrition-rich foods, my strength has been increasing by the day, and my injuries have been healing at an incredible rate. It used to take months for my body to heal, but now I feel like a whole new person after only a couple of weeks. [Ray, my dear, your body is healing at an incredible rate because you’re no longer living off scraps. Your body is finally getting the nutrition it needs to function properly, and you haven’t had any new injuries to slow the process. It’s to be expected that your body would heal quickly under these circumstances,] Lenus said with a helpless sigh. I can’t help but agree with

We returned to our positions, and several trainees had begun gathering along the edge of the field, curious to see why their instructor was sparring with a stranger. Theo noticed them, but didn’t send them away. His eyes stayed fixed on me as he settled into a defensive stance.“Same rules,” he said. “Controlled strikes. No serious injuries.”“Understood.”“Begin.”Theo lunged forward, his wooden sword sweeping toward my ribs with enough speed to make the trainees watching from the side let out gasps of surprise. I stepped inside the arc, trapped his wrist between my forearms, and struck the radial nerve with the handle of the knife.His fingers opened involuntarily, and I quickly caught the sword before it hit the ground, hooking my foot behind his ankle, and pulled. Theo’s balance disappeared. I guided him onto his back, pinning his sword arm with my knee, and placed one knife against his throat while the other rested over his heart. It had taken less than two seconds.The training