《Fated to the Alpha who killed my sister 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Ryker's POV Aunt Delara had been talking for twenty minutes without stopping. This was not unusual. What was unusual was that every single sentence — regardless of where it started, regardless of what detour it took through pack history or family legend or the particular wisdom she had accumulated over sixty-three years of living — looped back to the same destination, with the patience and precision of water finding its way downhill. "I'm not saying you aren't trying," she said, refilling her tea from the clay pot between us like she was settling in for the long version. "I'm saying that trying looks different depending on the person. Your father found your mother in six months. Six. And he wasn't even looking." "He wasn't looking because he didn't believe in the bond," I said. "You've told me that story a hundred times." "And yet somehow you've never learned anything from it." She set the pot down and looked at me over the rim of her cup — the expression she'd been perfecting sin

Ryker's POVThe color left her face so completely it was like watching someone turn off a light."That cannot be true." Her voice had dropped to something barely functional. "My sister is not a murderer. She was a teacher. She taught primary school children in Valen's Crossing, she — " She stopped, shook her head, shook it again like she was trying to physically dislodge what I'd said. "Mia was not a killer. You are lying."I looked at her carefully.Either she was the finest actress The Covenant had ever produced, or they had sent her here with nothing but a story and a blade and a grief they had deliberately kept raw and unexamined for five years. Looking at her face right now, at the particular quality of her devastation — not the sharp, controlled devastation of someone whose cover had been blown, but the deep, disorienting kind that came from the ground shifting under your feet — I was increasingly certain it was the latter.They had used her. Completely. And she had let them, b

Zara’s P.O.V I did not sleep. Sleep required surrender, and surrender was not something I allowed myself. Not here, not now, not when every breath I took existed inside the enemy territory. So I sat. I rested my back against the cold stone wall, knees drawn just enough to keep my muscles engaged, my breathing slow and measured as I tracked every sound beyond the door. Footsteps. Voices. The quiet rhythm of a place that did not behave the way it should. That was the part I could not reconcile. There was no chaos. No shouting. No violence echoing through the corridors. No evidence of the brutality I had spent five years preparing myself to face. It was… ordered. I closed my eyes briefly, pressing my head back against the wall. “They are predators” I reminded myself Predators adapt. They didn’t need to be loud to be dangerous. If anything, silence made them worse. The sound of the bolt sliding back snapped my attention forward. My eyes opened instantly. I didn’t move. Didn

Zara’s P.O.VI couldn't sleep. This time, it wasn’t discipline that kept me awake.It was noise. Not loud. Not chaotic. Just… present.The compound breathed around me.Footsteps passed in steady intervals. Doors opened and closed with controlled precision. Voices carried faintly through the corridor; not raised, not sharp, just low and measured.Normal.The word irritated me.Nothing about this place should feel normal.I shifted against the wall, my gaze fixed on the narrow slit of light filtering in from above. It had changed since the last time I tracked it; slightly dimmer now, angled differently.Morning, then.Another cycle. Another stretch of time to endure.My eyes flicked, almost against my will, toward the bench. The paper was still there. Folded neatly. Waiting.I looked away almost immediately. I had read enough. More than enough. Anything beyond that was indulgence. And indulgence was how people lost control.The sound of the bolt sliding back pulled my attention to the