Semua Bab Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Lana's POV I was still reeling from what I'd heard from Zed and Jessica or Jessica. I wasn't exactly sure yet. But what I was sure about was something going to happen at midnight, today and I don't know if it is part of Ronan's plans or Jess' I decided I needed to tell someone about it. Ronan wouldn't believe me so Bastien was my next target. I felt my hands shaking as I grabbed onto the phone Gideon gave me. This phone would probably save us all tonight or send us straight into a trap. I fizzled with the phone till I saw Bastien's number. He would listen. He had to. I stumbled back into the lodge through the kitchen door, my breath coming in short, silent pants. I could hear Dorothy laughing upstairs with one of the younger warriors, Marek, I thought his name was. A good guy, always sneaking her extra cookies. Was he in on it? Were they all? I locked myself in the downstairs washroom, the smallest room with the thickest door. My fingers fumbled over the phone, pulling up the

Ronan's POV I finally woke up to pains and a strong headache.The world still looked blurry as the place reeked of blood, fight and the stench of the Night Fang wolves. I still laid on my back and something felt painful on my left side as I turned to see a torn muscle which was already healing after being treated by definitely Finn. My head was still pounding when I tried to get up but I felt Idris press me back down to lay still. "Easy, Alpha. You took a bad hit." Idris face looked so serious. More serious than it usually is as the place looked and felt like a graveyard after that range of violence and bloodbath that happened. My warriors moved among the dead bodies, checking for survivors, their faces grim. The red flare's residue was a ghostly smear on the lightening sky. "Lana," I gritted out, the word tearing at my raw throat. "Dorothy. Kaelia." Idris's hand on my shoulder tightened, the only warning before the blow landed. "Gone. The tunnel… it was a root cellar access, se

Lana's POV The words kept echoing iny head. What the hell have I gotten myself into? From one problem to another and now a rival packs alpha wants to breed me. It sounded fucking ridiculous and stupid but not entirely wrong. “No,” I whispered, the denial was pretty evident. “That’s… he can’t.” Kaelia’s good eye, bloodshot and fierce, held mine. “He’s a predator, Lana. He doesn’t see a person. He sees a resource. A weapon to be replicated.” Her gaze flicked to Dorothy, who was curled silently against my side, listening with the terrible understanding of a child who has seen too much. “He will use anything to break you into compliance.” A heavy silence descended, thick with the unsaid. The distant sounds of the compound were a constant reminder of our cage. I traced the gritty lines of the mortar between stones, my mind racing down dark, panicked tunnels. Escape seemed impossible. Rescue, a fairy tale. Ronan would tear the world apart, but would he find us in time? Or would his rag

Ronan's POV I hated this place but I was willing to risk it for Lana, Dorothy and Kaelia. The scent of Night Fang territory was a physical assault. It was musk and rot, iron and stagnant water, the smell of a beast that has curled to sleep in its own filth. Every breath I took was a violation, the air clinging to my lungs like a toxin. But beneath it, fainter than a whisper but screaming in my soul, was her. Lana. Fear, pain, and that stubborn, bright spark that was uniquely hers. It was a lodestone in the dark, pulling me forward through the towering, skeletal pines of the Ironwood border. I came with an army of two because aside from my pride, I wanted no war. Bastien moved to my left, a mountain of silent, coiled fury. His usual joviality was incinerated, leaving only the hardened warrior, his eyes scanning the shadows for threats. To my right, Idris was a specter, his lean frame absorbing the scant moonlight, his expression unreadable but his mind a constant, cool hum against

Ronan's POV We were heavily guarded in here while I waited for the men which I had snuck in. Peter wasn't the only person who had allies in my pack I also had one of my own here and I just kept hoping my plan actually worked because I hadn't received my signal yet. Bastien’s pacing was a series of shared anxiety. “He’s toying with us, Ronan. Stalling. Every second we sit here,” “We wait,” I cut him off, my voice granite. “For what?” Bastien hissed. “For the signal.” Idris, still as a sentinel by the door, didn’t turn. “It will come.” As if summoned by his certainty, a single, soft vibration hummed against my thigh. My personal, encrypted cell. A device no Night Fang had dared to confiscate, a small testament to the fragile rules Holloway was still pretending to play by. I withdrew it, shielding the screen with my body. A single message from Donovan. No words. Just three symbols: [✅] [👧] [🐺🔒] Package secure. Child secure. Traitor contained. The air rushed back into the w