Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha broken mate: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

I pushed through the crowd toward the corner booth. Damian looked up just as I reached him.I didn’t give him time to react. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of the booth. His drink spilled across the table.“What the—” he started.I threw him. Hard. He hit the floor with a satisfying thud, sliding several feet before crashing into a table. Glasses shattered. People scrambled back.The entire bar went silent. Then weapons came out—knives, guns, baseball bats. At least thirty men surrounded us.“Shit,” Aurora whispered beside me.I felt her hand grab mine. “Arthur, are you prepared for what’s about to come?”I raised my voice so everyone could hear. “Shifters, I am Alpha Arthur of the Northern Moon Rise Pack.”The name had an effect. I saw recognition flash across several faces. Some of the weapons lowered slightly. Others held steady.“I have come here for a reason,” I continued. “Do not interfere in my business.”A man stepped forward from the crowd. He had

"Wait, wait!” Damian screamed. “I’m saying the truth! But I can tell you where she will be!”I pressed the knife harder. “Talk. Now.”“There’s a place. East side. They call it Ashawo show room.” His words came out in a rush. “They run operations there. Human trafficking. Slave trade. If someone took Isabella, that’s where they’d take her.”“Who runs it?”“I don’t know his real name. Everyone calls him the Handler. He buys and sells people. Mostly women.” Damian’s voice cracked. “That’s all I know, I swear!”I stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of lies.“Please,” he whispered. “I told you everything.”I pulled the knife back. For a second, relief flooded his face.Then I drove it into his head. His eyes went wide. Blood bubbled up from his mouth. He tried to speak but only a gurgling sound came out.“That’s for stressing me out,” I said quietly.I pulled the knife out and let him drop. He hit the ground with a wet thud, twitching once, twice, then going still.I wiped the bla

I woke to my phone buzzing on the nightstand. The room was dark except for the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains. I grabbed the phone, squinting at the screen. Unknown number.I answered. “Who is this?”“Alpha Arthur, I hope I didn’t wake you.”I sat up, instantly alert.“We met earlier. You and your companion paid a visit to my establishment. I go by the name Handler.”I turned to look at the other bed. Empty.“Where is she?” I demanded.“Safe. For now. Though I must say, she caused quite a bit of damage before we subdued her. She cost me a considerable amount of money.”I was on my feet now, checking the bathroom, the closet. A note sat on the table. I grabbed it and read quickly. Had to take care of something. Be back soon.“That stupid girl,” I muttered.“Indeed,” the Handler said. “Quite impulsive. She brought ten mercenaries with her. All dead now, I’m afraid. But your Aurora... she’s special. Worth keeping alive.”“If you hurt her—”“Please, Alpha Arthur.

Arthur’s POVAurora sat on the edge of her bed, staring at Isabella’s photo on my phone. Her knuckles were bandaged, her face cleaned of blood but still bruised.“We’ve been looking for three days,” she said quietly. “Where else could she be?”I leaned against the window, watching the city below. “We’ve checked everywhere I can think of. Every lead has gone cold."After the Ashawo Show Room disaster, we’d thrown everything at finding Isabella. We started with the clubs. Aurora and I had walked into dive bars and high-end lounges, showing Isabella’s picture to bartenders, bouncers, dancers. Most shook their heads. A few claimed to recognize her, but their stories never panned out.“Let’s go over it again,” Aurora said. “What about the police?”“Filed a missing person report two days ago.” I rubbed my eyes, exhaustion pulling at me. “Detective Larsen said he’d put out an APB. But you know how these things work. One missing woman in a city this size? She’s not a priority.”“Then we have

The bar Fenris led us to was run down and old. A neon sign out front flickered “Murphy’s” in sickly green letters, half of them dead.Inside, it smelled like old beer, stale cigarettes, with a sour odor that clung to the building. A handful of men hunched over the counter, nursing drinks in silence. The bartender, a gray-haired woman, barely glanced up when we entered.Fenris slid into a corner booth. I sat across from him, positioning myself so I could see both exits. Aurora took the seat beside me, close enough that our shoulders touched. Her hand stayed near her jacket, where I knew she’d tucked her pistol.“Three whiskeys,” Fenris called to the bartender.The drinks arrived in chipped glasses. Fenris lifted his, winced as the movement pulled at his split lip, then downed half of it in one swallow. I didn’t touch mine.“Talk,” I said. “You said you’ve seen Isabella.”Fenris set his glass down, ran a finger around the rim. “I haven’t exactly seen her, but I know where someone like h