All Chapters of The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Traci’s POVBy the time Calvin and I finished training the sky had barely started turning gray. Dawn stretched across the mountains in thin streaks while cold mist clung to the training field like it refused to let go of the night. Sweat dampened the back of my shirt, my muscles screamed from exhaustion, and my lungs still burned from the drills Calvin insisted would “keep me alive longer.”Such a comforting statement before sunrise.Training at four in the morning had become routine months ago. It was the only way I could survive both worlds. Calvin pushed me through combat before anyone woke up, then I rushed back to the pack house to become everybody’s favorite servant by seven.Lucky me.Breakfast had to be started before most of the pack even rolled out of bed. Eggs, biscuits, bacon, fruit, coffee. Endless coffee. Wolves acted like caffeine was some sacred gift from the Moon Goddess herself. If the pot went empty for more than thirty seconds people started acting like civilizatio

Zayden’s POVPeople hear the words Alpha King and immediately imagine some noble male standing on a balcony giving inspirational speeches while dramatic wind blows through his hair.Absolute bullshit.Most days consisted of paperwork, meetings, threats disguised as diplomacy, and elders breathing down my neck about responsibility. So much responsibility. Apparently the kingdom would collapse if I skipped one council meeting.Tragic.My brother Raiden thrived in leadership. The male was practically born wearing a crown. Calm under pressure. Ruthless when needed. Strategic all the time. Packs respected him because he carried himself like power wrapped in patience.Me? I preferred chaos. Not reckless chaos. Controlled chaos. There was a difference.Barely.Raiden and I took over the Silver Moon Kingdom when we were sixteen after our parents died suddenly in their sleep. Poisoned. Clean. Quiet. Cowardly.Nobody was ever caught. Trust me, we searched.Every servant, guard, healer, advisor,

Raiden’s POVRogue attacks across the kingdom had gotten worse every year.What once started as small raids along distant borders had evolved into organized assaults with strategy behind them. More warriors. Better timing. Stronger fighters. Somebody was building an army in the shadows, and whoever stood behind it had become bold enough to challenge the throne directly.Ever since Zayden and I became kings after our parents died, enemies had circled us like starving wolves smelling weakness.Some attacks came from rogues. Others came from packs pretending loyalty while quietly waiting for an opportunity to overthrow us.Cowards always preferred hiding behind alliances instead of facing us directly.The elders constantly shoved the same concern down our throats.Produce an heir.Secure the bloodline.Protect the kingdom.Because if somebody managed defeating both Zayden and me without heirs in place, the throne could fall into anybody’s hands. That alone was enough to make my patience

Corbin’s POVThe second Traci ended the mindlink, rage slammed through me so hard Koda nearly surged forward.My wolf paced violently, his massive dark brown form restless and furious. Every instinct inside me screamed to go straight to Travis and rip him apart for putting his hands on her again.Dungeon.Chains.Silver.The words replayed over and over inside my head while anger burned hotter with every second.What the hell had happened this time?No. Better question.What the hell was Ralph allowing inside his own pack? Because there was absolutely no excuse for dragging Traci into the dungeon unless they were trying to break her completely. The girl barely defended herself even when she should. Half the damn problem was that she accepted punishments quietly instead of fighting back.“She’s terrified,” Koda growls.“I know,” I mutter as I shove back from the kitchen table.“And hurt,” he added angrily. My jaw clenches tightly. “I know that too.”The chair scrapes harshly across th