บททั้งหมดของ The Stolen Alpha : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

As Rosalind's due date approached, the Bloomberry pack gathered around her, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation. The air was electric with love and support.Cathryn, wise and experienced, guided Rosalind through the final stages of preparation. "Your body knows the way," she said, her voice soothing and reassuring. "Trust in yourself, trust in your pack."Rosalind's labor began, her breaths growing shallow and rapid. Lucine stood by her side, his eyes locked on hers, offering unwavering support. Cathryn coached her through each contraction, her voice calm and steady."Push, Rosalind," Cathryn urged, her hands gently guiding Rosalind's. "You're almost there."Rosalind's face contorted with effort, her body straining to bring new life into the world. Lucine's grip on her hand tightened, his love and encouragement flowing through her.And then, in a burst of joy and wonder, a cry pierced the night air. Their child was born.The pack erupted into cheers and tears, their co

Alexander had always wondered about werewolves. Shock could not let him ask much questions from Rosalind after Laura’s miraculous healing. By the time he accepted the reality, her husband already took her back to their place.Tristan was still a wonder to him as he imagined how a handsome young man like him could suddenly change into a wolf, a four legged animal. When Laura told him of her first experience when Tristan transformed and she fainted, Alex totally empathized. He could have died from the shock! But, he knew that if he wanted to take his relationship with Laura deeper, he must bond with Tristan, her werewolf son. Athena, his girlfriend, seemed more approachable and he seized the opportunity.Alexander's curiosity deepened, his eyes locked onto Athena's. "Athena, how do werewolves and humans coexist?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine interest.Athena's expression turned thoughtful, her gaze drifting to the past. "History's complex," she began. "We've had peace and war

Athena arrived at the Alpha's den, the urgent summons still resonating in her mind. Inside, she found Luna Scarlett, normally radiant and vibrant, lying pale and weary on the plush cushions. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows on the walls, but couldn't dispel the concern etched on Jasper's face."Scarlett's pregnancy complicates," Jasper said, his deep voice laced with worry, his eyes pleading for Athena's expertise. “Zephyr, the chief healed has gone on a journey and Elara is still an apprentice. You need to help us.”Athena's healer instincts kicked in, her senses heightening as she approached Scarlett. She gently took Scarlett's hand, her fingers tracing the delicate pulse points. Scarlett's skin felt clammy, her breath shallow.Athena's examination deepened, her senses extending to the unborn pup. She sensed the baby's distress, its tiny heart racing in an irregular rhythm. "The baby's in a breached position," Athena diagnosed, her voice calm and reassuring.Scarlett's

Director Arlo stood before Tristan, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Your performance in the Tracking Skills Test was impressive. You've demonstrated adaptability, resourcefulness, and compassion."Tristan nodded, his senses still heightened from the ordeal.Director Arlo's voice cut through the silence, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "Now, it's time for your next challenge, Tristan—Stealth and Infiltration Training."Tristan's instincts quickened, his senses heightening as he anticipated the difficulties ahead. This training would push him to master the shadows, to become a ghost."Infiltrate the designated target zone without detection," Director Arlo instructed, his words precise and deliberate. "You'll face advanced security systems and skilled operatives, all designed to test your abilities to the limit."Tristan's focus narrowed, his mind racing with strategies and tactics. He visualized the target zone, anticipating potential entry points and vulnerabilities. He knew that on

From Bloomberry pack, where Gerald ruled as the alpha, and Lucine, his brother and mate of Rosalind, supported his as his beta, Cathryn, Tristan’s mother, and Rosalind, his twin sister decided to visit the capital with little Ember, who was now three years old. They stepped into the bustling capital, the warm sunlight casting a golden glow over the vibrant scene. The air was alive with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, the tang of freshly baked bread, and the murmur of lively chatter. Ember's tiny hand grasped Cathryn's finger, her small steps eager to explore.As they wove through the crowded market stalls, Ember's curious eyes scanned the kaleidoscope of colors. Her gaze danced from pyramids of juicy fruits to baskets overflowing with crisp vegetables, and finally, to the radiant flower stands."Look, Ember! Fresh flowers!" Rosalind exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper, but infectious in its excitement. She purchased a bouquet of sun-kissed daisies and velvety red roses, t