Semua Bab ALPHA JAKE: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Ayla’s PerspectiveThe sun was just starting to rise when I made my way downstairs, the warmth of the early morning spilling into the packhouse. For once, it was quiet—a welcome reprieve from the constant chaos that seemed to follow Tammy around like a shadow. I hadn’t seen her yet, and I was fine with that. Peace wasn’t something I took for granted anymore.The twins were already up, their tiny giggles echoing from the playroom. I couldn’t help but smile as I stepped inside and found Lily and Logan sitting on a blanket surrounded by toys. Fatima knelt beside them, laughing as Logan proudly showed her a block he’d stacked.“You two are early risers today,” I said, dropping to the floor next to them.“Lily dragged him out of bed,” Fatima said, shaking her head. “She’s got too much energy for this time of the morning.”Lily beamed at me, her tiny hands grabbing for a stuffed wolf. She held it up proudly, her bright eyes sparkling.“Is that Alpha Jake?” I teased, pointing to the stuffed

It had been a month since Tammy and her father stormed into our lives, and the tension in the packhouse had reached unbearable levels. Every day felt like a test of patience, as Tammy hovered around Jake, playing the perfect lady in front of the council while subtly undermining me whenever she could. Everyone in the pack, including me, expected Jake to kick her out as soon as the month was up. Yet, here we were—still stuck with her. And Jake? He was unreadable as ever, his thoughts locked behind that stoic expression. Was he really going to keep her around us? It's not like he was naive. Jake knew she was up to something ,he knew she didn't have good intentions ,but yet the girl was still here hovering around like an evil spirit. Despite me feeling sorry for her and whatever she was going through with her very suspicious abusive father, my wolf didn't like that Jake was tolerating her maybe a bit too much. He was my mate whether he liked it or not . The suffocating atmosphere was

The days felt longer without Jake around. The house was quieter, save for the usual buzz of activity from the workers and the occasional giggles of Lily and Logan. I hadn’t realized how much I’d grown used to Jake’s brooding presence until it wasn’t there anymore. But something else had shifted in the packhouse—Tammy. After her unexpected show of competence and kindness during the pack’s little health scare, she seemed... different. Or maybe it was just that I was seeing a different side of her, one that wasn’t cloaked in sarcasm and thinly veiled malice. That morning, I found her in the kitchen, of all places. She was chopping vegetables, her movements precise and efficient. “Good morning,” I said cautiously, half-expecting a snarky reply. To my surprise, she glanced up and nodded. “Morning.” I hovered near the counter, unsure of what to do. “What are you making?” “Soup,” she said simply. “For the kids. Some of them are still recovering.” “Oh.” I wasn’t sure what else

The day started like any other. The twins woke me up before the sun had fully risen, their excited chatter filling the room as they begged for pancakes. Logan tugged at my hand, his bright eyes wide with anticipation, while Lily clutched her stuffed wolf, nodding along silently. “Alright, alright,” I said, feigning exhaustion as I got out of bed. “Let’s get those pancakes going.” By the time we made it to the kitchen, Sophie was already there, sipping coffee and scrolling through her tablet. She raised an eyebrow at my disheveled state but said nothing, smirking as I attempted to wrangle the twins into sitting still while I cooked. “You’ve got syrup in your hair,” she commented casually, sipping her coffee. I groaned, swiping at my hair with a dish towel as Logan giggled. “This is what I get for trying to be nice,” I muttered, glaring at the sticky twins. The morning passed peacefully, the kitchen alive with laughter and the occasional crash as the twins’ enthusiasm got the b

AYLA’S POVThe day started like any other, but by mid-morning, Logan was showing signs of coming down with something. His usually boundless energy had been replaced by sluggishness, and he kept rubbing at his nose and eyes. I sat him on the couch, bundled up in a blanket, while Lily kept herself busy with a coloring book at the table. She was as vibrant as ever, but every so often, she’d glance at her brother with concern. “I think he’s catching a cold,” I muttered to myself, brushing Logan’s hair back from his forehead. Lily piped up. “Logan doesn’t like being sick. He gets grumpy.” I smiled at her. “Well, we’ll try to make him feel better before he gets too grumpy, okay?” My mind immediately went to Tammy. With her surprising medical knowledge from the last time we had a health scare at the pack house, I figured she’d have advice on what to do. I found Tammy in the greenhouse, carefully tending to a row of plants that I assumed were herbs. She had dirt on her hands and a