Semua Bab The Lost Alphas Daughter: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I spend the entire night on the office floor, my muscles aching from staying still for so long, my body rigid with tension. Related? How could we not have known? Why is he only discovering this now? I’ve had my blood tested for years… so why did it only show up recently?I claw at my skin, desperate to scrub away every one of his touches, every kiss that now feels like a stain. Oh goddess, the things that man has done to me… related? The thought makes me gag, and I yank the waste bin close, vomiting again, my body revolting at the memories. Braden was my first—my first everything. We did things I never thought I could with anyone, let alone someone I’m… related to. How am I supposed to get past this?I try to convince myself it isn’t true, but what else makes sense? Why else would he kill our child? Why else has he been so different, avoiding me, not coming to bed? And when I tried to seduce him... no wonder he was so harsh. The disgust on his face, the coldness... it all makes sense

I nod, pretending sympathy, though I know Braden has been a thorn in Ansel’s side for a while now. He’s the one stirring up the pack, pushing the idea that Ansel needs an heir, making everyone question him. He’s undermining our alpha, and I don’t like it one bit. As the beta of the pack he should be supporting Ansel, perhaps in his own way he is. It doesn't help that I have noticed the other she wolves look at Ansel with far more intrest than I feel comfortable with. It's almost as if they can sense our crumbling relationship and the chance to be luna hangs within their grasp.“You always do the right thing, Ansel. That’s why I’m with you. You care about this pack,” I murmur, brushing my nose against his, our breaths mingling. Its frustrating that after all the good ansel has done for his pack people only care for an heir. “I just hope Claudia will be okay,” I whisper, my mind slipping to my friend. She’s been through so much. I worry this situation with Braden will drag her into it.

At least that is what I tell. At one stage I think Ansel would have listened but with the pressue coming in from the pack. This is bigger than us. An alpha needs a luna an heir it gives the pack certain securites balence at the top of who is leading the pack. If Ansel were to die who would protect us. It also allows for wolves to question his judgment the risk of his position to be challenged grows with every day. After all why is an alpha incapable of claiming a luna? What is wrong with him? These are the questions I know that haunts him and as much as I wish to ease his pain ... I can't give him the answers he seeks. I push him gently, guiding him back until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I slide into his lap, straddling him. His eyes darken as he watches me, his hands automatically resting on my thighs as pleasure sparks through my body. The tension in the room is thick, almost suffocating, but I press forward, cupping his face as I lower my lips to his, kissing him sof

"Claudia!" A distant voice calls my name, dark, deep, and rugged, as I sprint through the underbrush. My legs burn with every step, but I push harder, faster, even though I can feel them closing in. My lungs scream for air, each breath ragged and shallow. Was that voice real?"Claudia!" the voice comes again, closer this time. They're gaining on me. My vision spins when I glance down—where are my shoes? My clothes? Panic rises, and a chill races down my spine. Why does this feel so familiar? My hand flies to my stomach, searching for the baby bump that should be there. But it's gone. What happened to my baby?The sharp snap of a branch behind me yanks me from my thoughts, and I take off running again. The lights of my house flicker through the trees, so close, but no matter how fast I go, I can't seem to get there.I need to get to Braden.Do I?The thought freezes me in place, my heart pounding in my ears. I turn, facing the direction of the voice

As I step downstairs, the dim morning light greets me, casting long shadows across the cold, dark wood. The air feels heavy, and the silence almost hums with tension. Braden is already in the kitchen, waiting. He stands there in nothing but his boxers, as if he’s playing a game I don’t want to be part of. Seeing him now feels wrong, like a twisting knot in my stomach, making me feel queasy.His tattoos shift as he lifts his coffee to his lips, the muscles in his arm flexing. His dark hair is tousled, clearly from a sleepless night, and those piercing blue eyes follow my every move. A chill runs down my spine. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me—there’s something unnerving about it. I grab my own mug quickly, pouring coffee without meeting his gaze, and spin on my heel, ready to escape.“Claudia, wait,” he calls, and something in his voice makes me freeze.I turn, and suddenly he’s closer than I expected. Before I can react, he leans down and kisses the tip o