Semua Bab Trapped In The Alpha's Shadow: Bab 201 - Bab 210

RandyI stayed in the office a little longer than necessary, avoiding the weight of it all, but eventually, the door opened.Magnus entered, flanked by Jacob and a young woman with striking blonde hair and soft brown eyes.She had the jawline.That unmistakable, graceful curve that defined the Moonchild women.There was no doubt—she shared blood with Adasha.She was beautiful, in a way that caught your attention without asking for it, but I didn’t let my gaze linger.This wasn’t about attraction.It wasn’t even about sympathy.This was about duty. A promise.A quiet part I would play in righting the wrongs of our world."Alpha Olsen," Magnus greeted, his tone neutral, professional.I gave a short nod and gestured for them to enter fully."Welcome. You’re safe here," I said, voice steady, even if everything inside me still felt like shifting earth.This was my role now.Not a lover.Not a husband.Just a man trying to do the right thing.“This is Alia Moonchild, James’s youngest,” Magn

RandyEven though I’d been backed into a corner, I held my tongue.I took my time before giving the only answer that made sense, even if it burned in my throat.I hated being boxed in—especially like this.Olivia staying in my wing was a disaster waiting to happen, and we both knew it. But logic had backed me into a wall. Her safety mattered more than my comfort or peace of mind.“Give her a room in my wing,” I said, the words sharp and clipped. Jacob gave me a look but didn’t argue. He nodded and left, leaving the two of us alone.I didn’t look at her at first. Didn’t need to. Her presence was already too loud in the room. Like a second heartbeat thudding against mine.Silence stretched for a few long, charged seconds.“So…” she finally said, voice cool but edged with fire. “You’re just going to pretend you don’t feel the bond?”Bold. Of course she was. Straightforward and sharp-tongued. Nothing like Adasha. Nothing like anyone I’d ever known.“How about I say I’m not interested?

Kai We lay in bed for an hour, just breathing together. No words. No planning. Just the comfort of skin, warmth, and silence after days of chaos. When it was time, we peeled ourselves out of bed and hit the shower, letting the steam wash away the fatigue of everything we hadn’t said out loud.I threw on a simple black t-shirt. I’d been in a turtleneck all day—buttoned up, reserved. Tonight wasn’t about posturing.Tonight was about clarity. Letting everyone see exactly where things stood. I wasn’t hiding anymore. And I wanted everyone to see I was no longer available. That part of my life was done.Adasha stepped out of the closet, wearing a soft cream gown that fell just above her knees. Simple. Elegant.Her neck was bare—deliberately bare—and my mark stood out in stark contrast against her skin. My wolf stirred.Orion surged, possessive, primal. He pressed against my skin like he wanted to tear through it just to show the world she was ours. I held him down, barely."You look nervou

KaiMorning broke like a held breath finally exhaled. I summoned the heads of every family, the weight of the coming announcement pressing against my chest.The news would echo across both regions under my rule, and I needed every word to land with authority.This was the moment I introduced Adasha—not by name, not by face, but by title. Their Luna.I didn't show her to them. Not yet.The Moonchild hunters were still out there, and I couldn’t risk them recognizing her. But my voice, steady and final, carried enough weight.The message was clear: they had a Luna now, and she was not to be questioned.I kept her identity hidden for a reason.Austin and Tamara were still watching, and if what May said was true—if Adasha bore the faces of both her mother and Kevin—then the Westwoods would see the resemblance in an instant.That kind of recognition could unravel everything. They’d use it to corner me. Twist it. Destroy her before she had a chance to stand.I couldn’t let that happen.Adash

Kai"I guess you three couldn’t mind your business and just had to get involved in the feud between the Westwoods and my family," I said, folding my arms as I studied them. My voice wasn’t loud—it didn’t have to be.All three of them shifted slightly, almost unconsciously stepping aside. Nervous. Uncertain. Good."We’re just here to plead with you," Gavin Richmond said, stepping forward carefully, “to stop messing with order and do the right thing.”I nearly laughed.If only he knew.The other two men—Linus Brown and William Taylor—stood there like statues, acting neutral, but I knew better. They weren’t here to plead. They were here to put pressure on me, to back the Westwoods without getting their hands dirty.“Order?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Tell me, Gavin—what order am I messing with exactly? Since when does the Twelve dictate who I mate with? Who becomes Luna in my house? Did I miss the part where they started controlling the bonds of fate?”Austin growled, sharp and gut