Semua Bab Alpha Hugo - The Forced Rejection: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The warm glow of sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room in soft, golden hues. Sarai stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find herself wrapped in Hugo’s arms, the dark gray sheets tangled around them both. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, his face relaxed in the most peaceful expression she had ever seen.For a moment, she didn’t move. She lay there, her head resting against his shoulder, listening to the soft sound of his breathing. The weight of his arm around her felt grounding, protective, as though nothing in the world could touch her while he held her.Her fingers brushed against the sheets absentmindedly, her thoughts a mixture of serenity and uncertainty. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this safe, this connected to someone. Yet, beneath the peace, a faint unease stirred—a whisper of doubt she couldn’t ignore.What if this was just the heat of the moment? What if this didn’t mean as much to him as it did to her? The memory of his w

The forest was alive with the sound of Bruce’s ragged breathing and the relentless snapping of branches beneath his claws. Malrik’s voice rang out like a whip crack, cutting through the night.“Faster, Bruce! If you can’t outrun your prey, you don’t deserve the power you’ve been given.”Bruce pushed harder, his limbs burning with exertion as he weaved through the dense underbrush. The moonlight barely pierced the canopy, and the shadows seemed to shift and move of their own accord. His wolf form was still unfamiliar, his muscles unsteady as he navigated the terrain. His fur, a light brown with a large black patch on his back, shimmered faintly in the moonlight, a sharp contrast to the vibrant greens and browns of the forest around him. The color seemed to mirror the turmoil within him—chaotic and brooding, yet determined. But the drive to prove himself—to Malrik, to Sarai, to everyone who had ever doubted him—propelled him forward.Malrik followed closely, his movements unnervingly flu

Hugo stormed into his library, the heavy oak doors slamming against the walls as he pushed them open. The tension in his shoulders was palpable, and the flicker of red in his eyes betrayed the storm brewing inside him. Sarai was close at his side, her expression a mix of concern and determination, while Zeke followed behind them, his presence steady and grounding.The room was as Hugo had left it: shelves lined with books chronicling centuries of pack history and lore, the scent of aged wood mingling with the faint hint of cedar. But tonight, the space felt smaller, constricted by the weight of the situation.“This is escalating faster than I anticipated,” Hugo growled, pacing in front of the desk. He ran a hand through his dark hair, the frustration evident in every movement. “That creature isn’t just a threat—it’s a declaration of war. And it’s not just that beast. Malrik is training another wolf for combat—shaping him into a weapon. He’s raising an army.”Zeke leaned against one of

The dawn of a new day broke over the Ocean Crest pack grounds, casting a golden light over the dew-covered grass. The air was thick with tension, an undercurrent of unease rippling through the ranks as the wolves assembled for their morning training. The usual camaraderie had been replaced by murmurs and sideways glances, whispers of dissent that grew louder as Hugo stepped onto the training grounds.Hugo’s imposing presence silenced the immediate chatter, but not the murmurs that followed. The sea-green eyes that surveyed his pack were sharp, taking in every subtle shift in posture, every flicker of doubt etched into their faces. Sarai stood nearby, her presence steadying him, though even she could feel the tension crackling like static in the air.Zeke approached, his expression grim. "It’s spreading," he said under his breath. "The murmurs about challenging your leadership. They think they can take you on, Hugo."Hugo let out a slow breath, his jaw tightening. "Let them talk," he re

Weeks passed at the pack house, and Sarai found herself adapting to the new rhythms of life among the wolves. Her bond with Hugo deepened with each passing day, their moments together filled with quiet understanding and a growing love. Yet, a restless ache lingered beneath the surface. She missed her bakery—the warmth of her oven, the gentle hum of her chirpy customers, and the comforting routine of her craft. It wasn’t just a job; it was her sanctuary.That morning, as the sunlight streamed through the windows of Hugo’s study, Sarai turned to him, her hands clasped in determination. "Hugo, I need to go back to the bakery. Just for a day," she pleaded. "I need to bake, to see Mrs. Hargrove and hear about her grandchildren. It’s been weeks, and it feels like I’ve lost a part of myself."Hugo looked up from the papers he was reviewing, his sea-green eyes narrowing slightly. "Sarai, you know how dangerous it is out there right now. Malrik is pushing at our borders. I can’t let you go unpr