Todos los capítulos de Rejected By My Brother’s Alpha Best Friends : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

BRIELLE'S POVMy phone rang just as I finally got the contract words to stop blurring.Tristan."Hey." I pressed it to my ear, already half-distracted by the clock in the corner of my screen. "Please tell me you have good news.""I wish I did." A pause, the kind he always took before delivering something he didn't want to say. "The security agent finished going through everything. The number that texted you, the man at the school, all of it. No trace back to a name, no registered device, no camera footage that actually catches a face clean enough to run."My stomach tightened. "Nothing at all?""Whoever's doing this knows exactly how to stay invisible." Tristan sounded rattled and he rarely was. "That's someone with resources and patience. I don't like it.""Neither do I.""I'll double the security at the school starting tomorrow." He exhaled hard on the other end. "Pulled two from Braun's pack and one from Knight's, since Axel and Darius offered their own people the second they heard

HUNTER'S POVMy phone buzzed against the coffee table, rattling the untouched glass of whiskey beside it.I ignored the first one. Some part of me assumed it was Axel, finally answering one of the three messages I'd sent him since the fight, and I wasn't in the mood to find out I was wrong.The second buzz came faster than the first.A notification from the Prescott family alert channel, the one that only ever fired for emergencies. My stomach dropped before I even opened it. I'd seen exactly two alerts on that channel in four years, both of them false alarms that still made my chest go tight for the rest of the day.This one wasn't a false alarm.I pressed play.Nora's face filled the screen, small and terrified, her hands bound loosely in front of her. Behind her, the room looked bare and unfamiliar, concrete walls, no windows I could make out, nothing that gave away where she was."Mama," she whimpered. "I want my mama."I was on my feet before the video finished playing, glass for

BRIELLE'S POVA small voice reached me before anything else did."Mama?"My eyes wouldn't open right away. Pain throbbed behind my skull in slow, heavy waves, and my mouth tasted like copper."Mama, wake up. Please wake up."I forced my eyes open.Nora's face swam into focus above me, tear-streaked, small hands gripping my shoulder and shaking it with everything her tiny body had."Baby." My voice came out cracked, barely mine. I pushed myself upright too fast, the room tilting hard around me. "Baby, I'm here."She threw herself against my chest, and I wrapped both arms around her, ignoring the pain screaming through my skull, holding her like I could physically absorb every second of fear she'd carried since someone had ripped her out of that play yard."You're okay," I whispered into her hair. "You're okay. I've got you.""There was a bad man." Her voice shook. "He put me in a car. It smelled funny. I tried to be brave like you always say.""You were so brave." My throat tightened a

BRIELLE'S POV"No."The word came out before he'd even finished stepping back from the window."Brielle—""No, Dad." I shook my head, refusing to let him soften it before I finished. "I am not marrying Axel Braun to fix a problem you created by hiding who you are for thirty years.""This isn't about hiding anything anymore. It's about protecting you. Protecting the girls.""You said that four years ago too." My voice sharpened. "Right before you put me on a plane without asking whether I wanted to go.""That was different.""Was it?" I crossed my arms. "You decided what was best for me then. You're deciding what's best for me now. The method's changed. The pattern hasn't.""That's not fair.""None of this is fair." I stepped back toward the door, putting distance between us before I said something I couldn't take back. "You don't get to decide my life for me. Not again. I won't meddle in how you run your pack, your council, whatever throne you've been sitting on my whole life without

BRIELLE'S POV"You don't know what this means." My voice came out sharper than I intended."I don't." Tristan dragged both hands down his face again. "I've only ever heard stories. Old pack legends nobody actually believed were real. If there's an answer anywhere, it's in Dad's library. He keeps everything there. Every record goes back generations.""Then let's go."We moved through the dark house together, Tristan leading the way down a hallway I rarely used, toward the heavy oak door at the far end that had always been Alexander's domain, off-limits without invitation. As kids we'd dared each other to sneak in here and never once succeeded, too afraid of what Dad would do if he caught us.Tonight neither of us knocked.The library smelled like old leather and dust, shelves stretching floor to ceiling, ladders on brass rails for the higher rows. A globe sat forgotten in one corner, its surface dulled with age, and portraits of ancestors I only half recognized lined the upper walls, w