Semua Bab The Alpha's Unexpected Mate: Bab 21 - Bab 30

RAPHA OKOYE"You must be feeling pretty miserable knowing Raylan is about to mark my wolf," Amara taunts through the speaker, clearly savoring the fake heartbreak vibrating through my line. I can hear the smug, ugly smile stretching across his face as he continues, "If your pathetic wolf still thinks that alpha belongs to your den, why don't you show up to my bonding feast tomorrow and take your best shot? Try stealing his scent back if you have the guts." His voice carries a highly teasing edge, absolutely laced with arrogant allure. It is totally obvious the boy still believes I am the exact same gullible, weak omega from the old winters.My inner wolf is more than happy to play along with his little game. My acting skills kick in instantly, and I even force my vocal cords to sound like I am actively choking back hot tears. "I will definitely be there, Amara! Raylan means absolutely everything to my wolf, and I won't let another male have his mark!""I will be waiting to watch you c

RAPHA OKOYE"Look at how beautiful they are together," a young beta wolf whispers from the front row as Amara steps onto the central stage, his pure white ceremonial tunic catching the light of the iron torches like glowing stardust. Amara holds his chin high with the absolute pride of an elite mafia heir, his lips curved into a soft, victory-soaked smile as his eyes sweep across the crowded hall. Right beside his hip stands Raylan Hudson, looking incredibly sharp in a matching white leather warrior coat that fits his tall, muscular frame perfectly. Raylan turns his large head slightly toward his new mate, his eyes glowing warm with alpha affection as a small, gentle smile plays on his face.A sudden hush falls over the entire Alpha Hall before massive gasps ripple through the gathered fighters."They look like a royal alpha and Luna from the ancient lore books!""Their scents match perfectly. He is the most celebrated young socialite in Valoria Ridge, and Raylan is the sole heir to t

RAPHA OKOYE"Look at him crying real tears for the pack to see," Amara says in a loud, cracking voice as his shoulders shake up and down on the central stage. He pinches his own skin hard under his white tunic to force fake water out of his eyes, making himself look like a totally broken omega. He looks at me with wide, sad eyes and barks, "Rapha, must your claws always act this cruel to your own bloodline? Since we were small cubs in the den, your wolf has competed with me for every piece of meat. Whatever captures my heart, your greedy soul immediately wants to steal for yourself—even my own alpha mate. I embraced your broken wolf like a real brother, constantly stepping back to let you win. Even when your claws snatched Seth Adebayo from my hands, I swallowed my deep heartbreak and stayed quiet. Now, when my wolf finally starts to heal and dares to begin anew with Raylan, your boots appear at our sacred feast to claim him despite wearing another warlord’s silver ring on your finger

RAPHA OKOYE"Seth, my alpha king, it is a massive, unexpected honor to have your paws inside our humble pack borders for this bonding feast!" Raylan barks out, his loud voice shaking hard as his boots scramble down the wooden stage stairs. His large chest heaves up and down, and his skin turns completely pale under his white tunic as he tries to mask his extreme terror. His alpha aura shrinks down to nothing under Seth’s heavy, suffocating pressure.The entire grand Alpha Hall drops into a freezing, terrifying silence as every single fighter turns their head toward the door. The thick air smells like heavy smoke and pure dominance.Amara hesitates for a small second, his face twisting with deep confusion before his boots follow Raylan down the stairs. His steps falter badly on the stone floor, his claws twitching as he moves toward the giant warlord. But Seth does not even blink his golden eyes at Raylan’s shaking frame. His deep, killer voice slices straight through the room like a c

Vivian chimes in smoothly, his tongue slick with lies. "Raylan, your eyes have known Amara intimately for winters—his pack character speaks for itself. He is just a simple, good-hearted boy at his core. Rapha deliberately orchestrated this total chaos today with his expensive clothes just to make us look bad. Don’t allow his dirty manipulation to win the territory."A suffocating, heavy silence stretches across the stone floor before Raylan finally forces a cold smile onto his face, though the light never reaches his eyes. To say his alpha heart was unaffected would be a massive lie. But after hunting Amara across the borders for moons and finally securing his hand for the Hudson lands, abandoning the contract now was totally unthinkable for his business. With heavy reluctance hanging over his body, he nods his head to continue the fake show.Just as his mouth opens to announce the next pack ritual, the grand Valoria Ridge Hotel manager sweeps into the hall, flanked by a giant squad o