Semua Bab ALPHA PRINCE’S FORBIDDEN DESIRE: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The workstations stretched across a vast, open field at the outskirts of the pack, a series of metal warehouses lined up in perfect rows. From the outside, they looked pristine—cold, industrial, their steel walls gleaming beneath the sun. To an outsider, it might seem orderly, efficient. A controlled system.But stepping inside was like entering another world entirely.The stench hit me first—a pungent mix of sweat, rot, and something metallic that lingered in the air. Blood. Feces. Maybe both.The interior was cramped, overcrowded with hunched, exhausted bodies moving sluggishly but unrelentingly. The floors were caked with grime, littered with discarded food crumbs and fabric scraps. Dirty clothes hung from rusted nails in the walls, the air thick with the suffocating heat of too many bodies packed together.Omegas.Men, women, children. Some barely older than ten, their small hands raw from hours of labor. Their clothes were tattered, hanging off their frail bodies like loose skin,

Anjelo was to be beheaded just beyond our pack’s borders. When it was done, his body would be left there for the animals to feast on.This bothered me—but not enough that I felt it, not enough that it showed. It was like I was outside myself, watching everything unfold from a distance. Detached. Removed. And honestly, I didn’t mind. Hiding back here, in this numb, unreachable place, was easier than facing what was happening.By the time I arrived with Izaak, a crowd had already gathered. News had spread, worming its way into every corner of the pack, dragging people out of their homes, their jobs, their routines, just to see a boy die.I recognized more faces than I wanted to. Warriors, enforcers, elders—but also students. People from the university. A few professors, even. The sight of them made my stomach tighten.They shouldn’t be here.My gaze swept the crowd instinctively, searching without meaning to. Looking for her.No sign of Lenora.At that, a breath I hadn’t realized I was

The entire school was in chaos.Whispers filled the halls, rippling through every corridor like an unstoppable current. Students huddled in small groups, heads bent close, murmuring in hushed, urgent tones. The energy in the air was restless, charged with something I couldn’t quite name—excitement, fear, maybe both.I noticed it first thing in the morning when I walked in and caught the way people turned toward each other, leaning in as if sharing a secret too heavy to speak aloud. Then again during my classes, where I practically had to raise my voice just to cut through the distraction. Even in the faculty lounge, tucked away in a corner with Morgan, I watched the professors speak in quick, animated bursts, their hands moving wildly as if the words alone weren’t enough.They couldn’t stop talking. And yet, I had no idea what they were talking about.I wouldn’t call myself nosy—I never cared much for gossip, not that I’d ever had anyone to gossip with before Morgan—but there was some

And then, without another word, he turned sharply on his heel and stormed out of the cafeteria. No one moved. No one spoke. I didn’t realize I had already made my decision until I was already on my feet. Morgan shot me a look, but she didn’t say anything as I grabbed my bag and followed. — “Elijah!” My voice rang through the empty hallway, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he picked up his pace. I hurried after him, weaving past stray students lingering near their lockers, my heartbeat quickening as the distance between us grew. He was fast—too fast. It was like he didn’t even hear me, or maybe he just didn’t care. “Elijah, wait!” I nearly tripped as I rounded a corner, my breath coming in short bursts. My pulse pounded in my ears as I caught sight of him again, but then— He was gone. I skidded to a stop, scanning the empty corridor. Silence pressed down around me, thick and suffocating. For a moment, I thought I’d lost him completely. And then I felt it—something subtle, a

I spent the entirety of the day before high as a fucking kite, which meant I’d woken up this morning with a splitting headache and a mouth as dry as sandpaper. But still, by six a.m., I was up and ready for today’s bout of succession training—which included a sparring session with Luka and an “opportunity” to sit in on a council meeting. Or, as I liked to call it, a front-row seat to corruption in HD.The council was meant to be a system of checks and balances, a governing body that ensured the Alpha and Luna didn’t wield absolute power. In theory, they were supposed to be the voice of the people, holding leaders accountable, ensuring justice. But that only worked when the council wasn’t rotten to its core.Most of them were deep in my father’s pocket, their loyalty bought with power, fear, or the simple promise of indulgence. They turned a blind eye to his worst atrocities, some even partaking in them. I’d seen their faces at his events, standing in the shadows, sipping expensive whi