All Chapters of The Alpha Chose My Sister But My Baby Chose His Bood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

"Mama," Sable said, "that man smells like me."The gate wolf was thirty meters away. Luna pulled the car to a stop. Engine still running. Left hand very still on the wheel — the only tell she allowed herself."How can you smell him from here?" she asked. Carefully.Sable was pressed against the window, rabbit tucked under her arm, head tilted four degrees to the left. "I don't know," she said, with the honesty of someone who found the question less interesting than the fact. "I just can. He smells like me but older." A pause. "And scared."Luna looked at the gate wolf. Young. Maybe twenty-two. Clipboard. The carefully neutral expression of someone doing a routine job. Nothing about him should have scared anyone."Okay," Luna said. "Let's go."She pulled forward. His name tag said DREW. He looked at Luna's credentials. He looked at his clipboard. Standard procedure, eyes moving with professional efficiency —Then Sable climbed out of the back seat.Drew's clipboard dropped. Not fumbled

Caelum heard her before he saw her He was crossing the east corridor toward the estate office — files under his arm, Beta two steps behind, a morning already full before it had properly started — when her voice came through the half-open door of the sitting room.Not words. Just cadence. Low, even, the particular unhurried rhythm of someone who had learned that composure was its own form of power.He stopped walking.His Beta stopped a beat later and said nothing, which was one of the reasons Caelum kept him.The voice continued — something about Thursday, the estate lawyer, a specific clause in a document he couldn't quite catch — and Caelum stood in the corridor outside a half-open door and did something he hadn't done in four years.He listened.Not to the words.To the voice.His wolf moved before he could stop it — not a surge, not aggression, something quieter and therefore worse. A slow lean forward, the way a wolf leans toward a scent it has been tracking for a very long time

No one mentioned the kneeling.The great hall had been scrubbed before sunrise. Every chair stood exactly where it had before thirty wolves dropped to their knees. The ordinary machinery of packhouse life ground forward — breakfast service, corridor conversations, training rotations on the far field — as though nothing had shifted inside Ironmoor Pack last night.As though Vivienne hadn't stood on that platform and watched it happen with her hand pressed so hard against her Claiming mark that Luna had seen the white of her knuckles from three feet away.As though Caelum hadn't stood completely still for forty-seven seconds after the last wolf knelt — Luna had counted, because counting was something to do with the part of her brain that needed to be occupied so the rest of her could hold position.Nobody talked about it.Which meant everybody was saying everything, just not to her.She had been in packs long enough to know how that worked.Sable slept late the morning after the gatheri