All Chapters of Alpha Darkclaw : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lucifer strode into the office, his heart pounding with a mixture of longing and anticipation. It had been six years—six long years—since he had last seen her. The moment his eyes locked onto April, his world narrowed to just her. Every detail of the past faded away, leaving only the overwhelming need to hold her, to feel her close to him again. Without thinking, he rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight embrace, his grip almost desperate.But the reaction he received was nothing like he expected.April's body went rigid, and before he could even process it, she shoved him away with a force that left him stumbling backward. The sound of her palm connecting with his cheek echoed through the room, the sharp sting of her slap shocking him to his core. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze—Aiden, standing at his desk, eyes wide with disbelief, and Lucifer, stunned, one hand touching his reddening cheek as he stared at April in confusion."How dare you!" April's voice was low and

**** ****The sun hung low in the Moscow sky, casting long, wavering shadows across the sprawling estate of the Darkclaw residence. The air was filled with the gentle splashing of water as four young children played inside the shimmering pool, guided by their swimming teacher. Laughter and the occasional squeal echoed through the air, a sharp contrast to the somber mood of the three women who stood not far away, their expressions etched with deep worry.Jessica, Genevieve, and Gift watched their children with forced smiles, their hearts burdened by the knowledge of what will be happening in Savannah right now. Their thoughts were miles away, with April, who had just encountered Lucifer after six long years. They knew that this confrontation could lead to devastating consequences, not only for April but for everyone involved. The tension between them was palpable, each woman silently battling her own fears.Gift’s hand trembled slightly as sh

The air was thick with tension in the dimly lit underground hideout, where the rogues had gathered in secret. The place was damp and cold, the stone walls dripping with moisture, making the atmosphere oppressive. The rogues, outcasts from the werewolf society, had been forced to live in the shadows, scraping by with whatever they could find. They were the lowest of the low, shunned and despised by even the weakest members of the werewolf hierarchy. But now, after years of suffering and indignity, they had had enough. Their leader, a grizzled and scarred wolf named Gregor, stood before them, his voice a low growl as he addressed the gathered rogues. His eyes glowed with a mix of fury and desperation, emotions that had been simmering for years, now ready to boil over. “We’ve been pushed around for too long,” Gregor snarled, his voice echoing through the hideout. “We’ve been treated like dirt, like we’re less than nothing. Alpha Vlad an

ONE WEEK LATER.....The atmosphere in the throne room was thick with tension, the air practically crackling with unspoken anger and grief. Lucifer sat at the head of the long table, his knuckles white as he gripped the arms of his chair, his eyes burning with a cold, steely fury. His usually sharp, calculating demeanor was replaced with an icy rage that made everyone in the room tread carefully.Around him sat Mikhail, Luna Loveth, tried to keep the group grounded, though the worry lines on her face betrayed her own anxieties. Demon sat with his arms crossed, his expression grim. The pack elders, normally stoic and composed, fidgeted in their seats, sensing the storm that was about to break.“They came in the night, like cowards,” one of the elders spoke up, his voice trembling with anger. “Twenty of our youths—innocent children—slaughtered in their sleep. Girls who had never known anything but the safety of our pack, taken from us in the most brutal

The SUV rolled to a stop in front of a grand, yet inviting home nestled in one of Moscow’s quieter neighborhoods. The lights from the windows spilled out warmly into the night, offering a stark contrast to the cold darkness that surrounded them. Katya’s home was a beautiful blend of traditional Russian architecture and modern comforts, a reflection of the family’s deep roots and contemporary success.As they stepped out of the vehicle, Katya’s husband, Dmitri, appeared at the front door, his face lighting up as he saw his wife and her brother approaching with their family.“Welcome, welcome!” Dmitri called out in a rich, warm voice as he descended the steps to greet them. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and a kind smile, the kind of man who put people at ease the moment they met him. In his arms, he carried a small boy with a mop of dark hair, who looked at the newcomers with wide, curious eyes.“Dmitri!” Aiden greeted him with enthusiasm, s