All Chapters of ALPHA JAKE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The packhouse was unusually quiet as I sat on the plush carpet in the twins’ nursery. The sun streamed through the wide windows, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. Elias and Elara were sprawled out on their tummies, giggling at the ridiculous faces I was making to entertain them. “Come on, you two,” I cooed, lifting a soft toy in the air and shaking it playfully. “Are you going to crawl for me today? Or are you just going to laugh at my efforts, hmm?” Elias responded with a squeal, his tiny hand smacking the floor enthusiastically, while Elara’s green eyes sparkled with mischief. My heart swelled as I watched them. They were growing so quickly, and every moment spent with them felt like a gift. The sound of the door opening made me glance up. Sophie walked in, her ever-present warmth lighting up the room. “There you are,” she said with a smile. “I was wondering where you’d gone off to. What’s happening here?” “Just the usual,” I said with a grin. “Trying to convince these

The eerie stillness of the night was what woke me. At first, I thought it was just a bad dream, a shadow of paranoia lingering from Jake’s harsh words earlier. But there was something else—an unmistakable heaviness in the air, like the quiet before a storm. My heart began to pound, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Something wasn’t right. I swung my legs over the bed, pulling on a light robe as I crept toward the door. The hallway was quiet, the packhouse wrapped in the kind of silence that felt unnatural. As I neared the nursery, the faintest noise—a shuffle—set my nerves ablaze. I froze, straining to hear. There it was again, like someone deliberately trying to move quietly. My breath hitched. Without thinking, I pushed the door open just enough to peer inside. The sight sent a jolt of terror through me. A dark-cloaked figure stood by the twins’ cribs, their posture predatory. “No!” I burst into the room, my voice trembling with both fear and fury. “Get away from them!” Th

The morning sun peeked through my window, casting a warm glow on the walls. I turned my head on the pillow, but the ache in my chest remained unbearable. I missed the twins so much it physically hurt. Their laughter, their little hands reaching for me—now, it all felt like a dream I had woken up from too soon. Maybe Sophie and Fatima were right. Maybe I should apologize to Jake. Even if he didn’t forgive me, I had to at least try. I couldn’t bear this silence anymore, this emptiness. I got out of bed, straightened my clothes, and ran a brush through my tangled hair. As I made my way through the corridors, rehearsing what I’d say to Jake, a voice stopped me in my tracks. A voice I hadn’t heard for quite some time now she was here it could only mean trouble. “Please, Alpha,” she said, her tone desperate. “I didn’t know. I swear, if I had known, I would never have allowed her to come here.” I froze, my heart plummeting into my stomach. It was her. My stepmother. My hands trem

The darkness of the basement pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. The air was damp, the walls covered in patches of mold, and the faint sound of rats skittering across the floor made my skin crawl. My throat was dry, my stomach growling in protest. But it was my spirit that felt the heaviest. How long had I been down here? Hours? A day? It was hard to tell. I ran my fingers along the rough, cold floor, searching for anything to distract myself from the growing ache in my body. The faint creak of the door opening made me freeze. My breath hitched as the light from the hallway spilled into the basement, and the silhouette of Steve filled the doorway. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “How’s my little rat doing down here?” I didn’t respond. “Oh, come on, Ayla. Don’t be so rude,” he said, descending the stairs with exaggerated steps. He was carrying a tray of food and a glass of water. My stomach clenched at the sight, but I knew better than to h

**Sophie’s Perspective**Lunch was an unusually quiet affair, save for the occasional clinking of silverware against plates. Normally, there would be chatter between Fatima and me, or perhaps one of Jake’s dry remarks that I’d have to counter with a sarcastic quip. But today, the tension at the table was so thick it could’ve suffocated me.I sat there, absently picking at my salad, my phone clutched tightly in my other hand. My thumb hovered over Ayla’s name on the screen. Her last text was two days ago, nothing special, just a quick note about how the twins had been extra fussy. Since then? Silence. “Come on, Ayla,” I muttered under my breath, sending yet another message. **“Hey, are you okay? Call me ASAP.”** No reply. I sighed, my heart heavy with worry. It was unlike Ayla not to respond to me. We always replied to each other, no matter how busy things got. And her phone—it had been going straight to voicemail every time I’d tried calling. Jake sat across from me, looking f