All Chapters of Alpha's Wife Hunt: Chapter 881 - Chapter 890

In the days that followed, Tabitha became Algernon's private doctor. With a solid endorsement from Alban and Osbert, backed by Derek's formidable reputation, the Lycan family treated her with a level of trust that was almost unsettling.However, a nagging question tugged at the back of Tabitha's mind. Every so often, Algernon would catch her gaze and simply... stare. It wasn't a predatory look, but something deep and distant, as if he were peering through her pupils to find someone else entirely."Lycan Algernon, it's time for your meal," Tabitha said, stepping into the sun-drenched recovery suite. The air was thick with the earthy, bittersweet aroma of her herbal broth.Algernon was talking to Cyrus about the pack's patrol routes. Bonnie stood nearby, watching them with a quiet intensity. Bonnie was his second mate, so Cyrus and Michelle were still relatively young.As Algernon's strength returned, Cyrus's gratitude toward Tabitha became impossible to ignore. The tension that usually

Michelle's eyes were shot through with frantic red streaks. She looked like a wounded pup as she lunged at Derek, her fists raining down on his chest—though it was like trying to punch a wall of solid granite."Derek, do you even have a heart?" she screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. "Before, you pushed me away and said your heart belonged to someone else. But Tabitha has been gone for years! If she actually gave a damn about you, do you think she'd stay a ghost for this long? You really think she's coming back? Stop being a fool!"Derek didn't flinch. He didn't even raise a hand to block the blows. He simply stood there, letting her vent her rage until she ran out of breath. Then, he stepped around her with a calm, surgical precision and walked straight to the Lycan's bedside. His eyes held a steady, unshakable light—the look of a man who had survived a thousand storms and wasn't about to be knocked over by a breeze."I'm grateful for the

"Lycan Algernon, please don't be hard on Michelle," Tabitha said, lowering her lashes to hide the sharp flicker of irony in her eyes. Her voice remained submissive. "I'm not offended, and I certainly don't want my presence causing any more friction. I'll see myself out."Derek didn't hesitate for a heartbeat. His tone was final. "I'll drive you home."The moment the door closed behind them, the room exploded with Michelle's hysterical sobbing. "Cyrus hit me... Even Derek dared to lay his hand on me! It's all because of that bitch! I want her gone! I want to rip her throat out!""Enough!"Algernon's voice boomed, heavy with a suffocating Alpha pressure that seemed to turn the very air to ice.He shot a razor-sharp look at Bonnie. "You need to get her under control. She is making a complete mockery of the family."Bonnie opened her mouth to argue, but under the weight of the Lycan's gaze, she withered. "It's my fault... But Derek isn't the loy

At the Rios family's place, Bentley let out a feral roar, sweeping every document and antique ornament off his desk in one violent motion. "How the hell does Lucian just vanish? Are you all idiots? Is your sense of smell broken?!""Please, Alpha, calm down," a man stuttered, head bowed low. "He took multiple silver-tipped rounds. Even if he managed to crawl away, there's no way he would survive those wounds. He's as good as dead. You don't need to worry.""Dead? Then where's the body?!" Bentley grabbed the man by his collar, his eyes bloodshot. "Cyrus is a goddamn bloodhound, and he's already sniffing around me. If he finds Lucian first, I'm finished!"For the time being, he and Derek were only suspects. Lucian was the link—the only witness who could testify that Bentley had plotted the hit on the Lycan. Bentley had sent his men to scour every gutter and shadow in Seattle, but they saw no sign of him at all. This loss of control was a cold knot of dread in

With Derek personally handling Lucian's safety, the weight finally lifted from Tabitha's chest. She knew Derek's influence in Seattle; if he wanted to hide someone, even the Lycan's tracking abilities could not sniff them out.Lucian's wounds remained critical. The through-and-through trauma from silver-tipped rounds was a grueling war of attrition, even for a werewolf with elite regenerative powers.Tabitha didn't allow herself a moment of rest.For an entire week, she hadn't checked on Daphne, but the Amber Eyes Pack had followed her medical orders to the letter: Daphne was to be submerged for hours every day in a scalding, specialized medicinal bath.The treatment was brutal. The caustic ointment caused Daphne's legs to break out in dense clusters of translucent blisters. These were then systematically punctured, and a raw, skin-regenerating paste Tabitha had formulated was applied over the weeping sores. It was a vicious cycle of agony—new wound