บททั้งหมดของ Trapped In The Alpha's Shadow: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

Adasha“Let’s push back, Willow,” I whispered to my wolf.She purred weakly inside me. Exhausted. Wounded. Trying.We had never wielded compulsion willingly.Never trained.No one had ever shown us how.And because of that, even our shared will—our fused strength—wasn’t enough to push it off us.Not yet.I turned to Tamara, my voice raw and breaking, but steady enough to strike.“Don’t you even care about your daughter?” I asked, my gaze falling to Laura, unconscious and injured in the dirt.Tamara looked at her briefly, then back at me—expression unmoved.A shrug. That was all.And in that second, I realized something chilling—Laura was just another piece on her board.Just like Kevin had been.Just like Austin.And now… she was reaching for me too.Because that’s what power-hungry cowards do.They harvest what they can’t create.And they crush anything that reminds them of who they used to be.“Laura will be fine. What do you care anyway?” Tamara snapped, her voice sharp and cold.

Adasha The sky burned red. Ash spiraled down like black snow, clinging to the blood-soaked fur that covered my body. My heart thundered in my chest—not from fear, but from purpose. I stood tall in the wreckage of Eldenberge, surrounded by my people, their blood and breath mixing with the dirt beneath our paws. And across the battlefield… Edmond shifted. His bones cracked in ways that defied nature, each snap echoing like gunfire in my ears. His body distorted—shoulders widening, spine elongating, limbs trembling with dark energy. I watched in horror as his skin tore and reformed, blood pooling beneath him until the fur broke through—muddy brown, slick with red, glistening like it had been born in violence. Then came his eyes. Bloodshot. Burning. Wrong. They glowed like coals left too long in the pit. His jaw widened, fangs curving longer than they should have. His wolf form towered, thick with muscle, scarred, trembling with unnatural power. Something inside him was twiste

AdashaKai gave me a look—soft, supportive—and stepped away without a word. Gregory and May followed.Leaving us alone.Randy shoved his hands into his pockets, clearing his throat.“Didn’t know you were this badass,” he said with a half-smile.I laughed—tired, but real. “Neither did I.”We stood in silence for a beat, the dust still settling around us.And for the first time in a long time… there was no anger.Just quiet respect.Something new, but welcome.“Heard you held your ground,” Randy said, his voice low with something like admiration. “Liberated everyone before we arrived. I guess I underestimated you… didn’t give you the chance to prove yourself.”I smiled gently. “It’s all in the past now. I bear no grudge, Randy.”He nodded, eyes softening. “I know. Still… I’m glad you found a home.”A pause.“Thank you for not eliminating me all those years. I was cruel to you,” he added, glancing around at the aftermath. “Seeing what you did to these people… I might not have survived you

KaiIn the shower, I held Adasha under the falling water. Her back to my chest, her head resting gently against me. My hands splayed across her stomach as if to ground myself in the feel of her—alive, warm, mine.Peace. That’s what it felt like. Fragile, earned peace.I pressed a kiss to her temple and silently thanked the universe, the gods, the moon—everything—for letting me keep her.When we stepped out, I dried her gently, dressed her like she was made of something irreplaceable, and called Darius.“Let Abraham go,” I told him.There was a pause, but no argument. We’d made enough mistakes. Held enough grudges. There were bigger battles ahead.Magnus had already begun arranging transport for Edmond and Tamara. Darius, Gabe, Randy, and Draco’s officers would oversee their imprisonment until we reached the council.Tomorrow, we’d present the evidence.And maybe—finally—make our move to abolish the law that justified the hunting and killing of Moonchilds.With Randy, Draco, and me bac

Kai"You have a big heart, Malachi," Abraham said, his voice low but warm.It pulled me back from watching Adasha and Austin—the quiet reconciliation unfolding in a single conversation.I gave him a faint smile. “A foolish one, too.”He shook his head. “No. You acted based on what you had. I must say, you three are wise. I had no proof—only suspicion. And yet you gave me the benefit of the doubt.”He looked around the council hall, his expression sobering.“It’s all in the past now,” he added. “And know this—I bear no grudge.”I nodded, and for once, I felt the weight ease a little.That’s when the room shifted.The side doors opened, and Gregory walked in, flanking a man I didn’t need to be introduced to.Tall, weathered, lean from hardship but still standing with dignity.The resemblance to Gregory was uncanny. But it was the eyes that told me who he truly was.James Moonchild.Adasha’s uncle.Michelle’s brother.One of the most hunted, most whispered-about survivors in our entire w