Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Obsession : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Jordan’s POV“She knew my fucking grandmother,” I blurted the second the door clicked shut behind us.Killian was already kicked back on the edge of the bed, jacket flung across the room, his face all tight and stormy like his brain was doing a hundred miles an hour. I just stood there frozen in the middle of the floor, the bond between the three of us crackling hot and jittery, like it was about to short-circuit.“I heard,” Killian said, voice low and careful.“She said my grandma sent her. To protect the bloodline. To protect me.” I rubbed my face so hard my skin burned. “So everything I thought I knew about Ren… it’s all bullshit. Or half-bullshit. I don’t even know anymore, man. I can’t process this shit right now.”“Jordan,” Lorenzo said softly from over by the window, like he was scared I’d snap.“I know, okay? I know I gotta sit with it and think it through like a normal person, but right now my head’s a fucking mess and I just need it quiet. Just five minutes where I’m not thi

Killian’s POVThe meeting room felt different with Ren in it.Not because she seemed dangerous. She was ninety-three years old and sat there sipping tea like this was any other morning. But sixty years of war sat across from me. Sixty years of losses none of us could ever get back. And she carried every single one of them in her bones.I took the head of the table. Jordan sat to my left, Lorenzo to my right. Ren and her silent companion sat directly across.She looked at all three of us, then focused on Jordan. “You’re wearing three rings.”“Yes,” Jordan said.“She would have liked that.” Ren folded her hands on the table and met my eyes. “You have questions, Alpha. Ask them.”I held her stare. “Why now? Eight days ago you were still moving slow. Then Jordan released the Anchor in the forest and you came running. What changed?”“Because I felt it,” Ren answered. “Sixty years waiting for a fully released Anchor, and I sensed it from three hundred kilometers away. I had caught pieces be

Lorenzo’s POV“You really think we should be doing this right now?” I asked, dropping into the chair across from Ren with a heavy thud. The east wing room smelled like stale coffee and old paper. “Killian and Jordan are dealing with something heavy back there. I should be with them.”Ren didn’t even look up from the stack of files. “The enemy doesn’t pause because your mates are having a moment, Lorenzo. Sit down and read. This can’t wait.”I exhaled sharply and pulled the first folder toward me. “Fine. But if this blows up while we’re buried in here, I’m blaming you.”“Blame whoever you want later,” she replied calmly, sliding another thick file my way. “Start with the active operations. Three of them running right now. Tell me what you see.”We flipped pages in tense silence for a few minutes. Then I turned to the third operation and everything in me went cold.I recognized the pattern instantly.The exact infiltration sequence. The layered supply chain flips. The precise timing win

Jordan’s POVI was still half-asleep when Reef banged on the door and told me Killian wanted us in the main room right now. Something about Marcus. By the time I got downstairs, I already knew.Reef didn’t even try to hide it. “Marcus went straight to Ren after he talked to Killian. Stayed forty minutes.”Killian looked pissed when I walked in. “Jordan, wait—”But I was already moving. I brushed past both of them and headed straight for the east wing.Ren opened her door before I even knocked.“What did Marcus want?” I asked, stepping inside.Ren closed the door behind me. “He wasn’t reporting to me. He wasn’t trying to undermine the alliance or you.”“Then what the hell was he doing in here for forty minutes?”She sat down slowly. “He was asking for help. Personal help. Something he’s been carrying alone for fifteen years. His daughter disappeared during one of the early purges. No body. No trace. He thinks she might still be alive somewhere in the network. He came to me because he h

Jordan’s POVThe front door slammed open harder than usual. I was already halfway down the hall when Killian and Lorenzo walked in, both of them looking like they’d aged ten years in one afternoon.Killian carried a thick, worn file in his hand like it was made of glass.“What happened?” I asked immediately, searching both their faces. “Did you find her? Is Mara okay?”“She’s safe,” Killian said, voice low. “We brought her in through the back route. She’s with Reef right now getting checked over.” He held the file out to me. “But this… this is what she gave us.”I took it with unsteady hands and opened it. The first photograph made my stomach drop.Sarah Kline.Quiet, unassuming Sarah who handled all the supply logs, territory records, and packhouse maintenance schedules. She’d been walking these halls for months with unrestricted access. The kind of wolf everyone overlooked because she wasn’t loud, wasn’t a warrior, wasn’t part of the inner circle. Just… there. Doing her job.“No,” I