Semua Bab The Alpha’s Quest: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 72Xander's povI couldn't be more happy about it. That was the reason I loved him so much. He was one of the reasons I never gave up."how about we shift to be faster," Aaron suggested."That's a good idea," Romero said and looked at me.I nodded and instructed everyone. In that instant, we shifted and continued our journey.*******************Carlson's povOn the last floor of the strongest beta's building and on the soft bed laid me, Carlson, the strongest beta in the black pool pack, and I was in a deep sleep trying to make up for the nights I had stayed without any rest. The gentle ripples that lapped against the muddy banks lulled me into a more profound sleep, my massive form enveloped in a comforting blanket of darkness.I then saw myself in a very tight situation in the middle of what seemed like war. I saw kids running, building, and in my confused state, I tried to ask what the problem was but no matter how I tried to find out, I kept on getting pushed until I got

Chapter 74Carlson's povI monitored the pack with a heavy heart. My pack, once a cohesive unit, was now scattered and disorganized. The rogues, emboldened by their numbers, pressed their advantage mercilessly. Wolves started falling on all sides with their cries that of pain and desperation mingling with the clash of steel and the snapping of teeth.A surge of fury coursed through my veins. I would definitely not stand idly by as my pack was demolished before my very eyes. With this determination, I let out a howl that echoed through my room. The sound sent shivers down my own spine as I did my best to ensure no one saw me coming From the distance in my room, I spotted a group of rogues targeting the most vulnerable members which were the kids and without hesitation, I seized several arrows from my bed and notched them onto my bow at once. With practiced precision, I took aim and released the first arrow. It soared through the air, finding its mark in the chest of a charging rogue.

Chapter 76Carlson's povI didn't want him to come out of the situation he was in and I didn't care if he died. He was too wicked to be among the living werewolves."Can you let me go?" he commanded me."no, I won't. You walked in here yourself.""of course, I know that. You don't have to remind me." he refuted and I scoffed."Why?" I asked him, my voice rough with the residual anger, but laced with a curiosity that surprised me. I didn't want to understand the rogue, not really. But the question hung between them, unspoken yet undeniable. I needed to know why he had chosen today of all days to attack. Antonio acted like he had not heard what I said."I'm asking you a question. I demand an answer." I said and pushed him to fall at the wall. He stared at me and for some reason, I spotted a smirk. One that irked my very being and forced me to lash out at him. I sent kicks to his face causing him to repeatedly spit off blood. "you… you wouldn't understand." he managed to say as he tu

Chapter 78Carlson's povBut the fight was never between me and him. I had only watched Alpha Xander defeat him and chose not to kill him. Was he still holding in that beef and how was that related to Sonia and Amelia?I was going to hear everything I needed else we would be stuck in there for life. I thought to myself."Why are you doing this?" I rasped the words in a choked whisper. I had seen the rogue’s face, the look of despair that had flickered across his features, and he knew it wasn't just about the disaster that was being caused in the pack. There was something deeper, something that gnawed at the rogue's soul.Antonio shifted a tinge of mockery in his eyes. He coughed, a dry, rasping sound that echoed in the silence of my room. "It was... a mistake...at first," he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.I leaned closer. "A mistake? You risked your life, risked the lives of everyone in this pack, for a mistake?" I felt a surge of anger, a hot, volatile force that threatened to

Chapter 80Carlson's povThen suddenly, the rain started falling so heavily, thereby adding to my anguish.The rain hammered against the windowpanes, mirroring the pain inside me. I stared at the other window as I watched the rain wash the whole pack, its glow dancing across the walls of my building, a stark contrast to the hot pepper that had settled in my bones. I was already a man stripped bare, my carefully constructed facade crumbling around me, revealing the raw, wounded man beneath.My life, once brimming with ambition and purpose, lay in ruins. My legacy, his very identity was gone in the wind, all reduced to ashes by a single, insidious act of betrayal. It was a betrayal that had not come from a stranger, a competitor, or an enemy. It came from my soul nest. One I had nurtured, the people I had showered with love and affection, the ones I had foolishly believed loved me in return.I thought of my daughter, Amelia. Someone who I had invested my existence in. Whose every whim