Semua Bab Our Submissive Sin: Bab 21 - Bab 30

"Malakai is correct," I said, tracking the silver-nitrate markers on my holographic map. "We moved into Wolfspring Hollow six moons ago to lay this exact trap. Sebastian—I mean, Malakai—has copies of every iron key to the security grates he sold to the town hall. Kade owns the main tracking market where the pack sources its meat. We control their resources. The moment Johnson lures them to the sacred lake for the Moonrise Gathering, we shut the territory down and slaughter the whole bloodline.""Just turn up the audio runes," Kade growled back, his scent turning sharp with jealousy as Corwin’s heavy voice echoed through the stone hall. "I want to hear every word our male says to that traitor."I tapped the crystal grid, and Johnson's smooth, deep purr filled my workspace.“My wolf likes to choose his companions carefully...”I let out a low chuckle, my own wolf shifting restlessly within my chest. Our little wolf had learned to bite with a terrifying grace. The hunters who broke his b

“Zuberi is snooping around,” I growled, rolling my shoulders to loosen the tight leather vest binding my chest.Kade Fenrir didn't look up from his workstation. He was typing with a violent, steady rhythm on his modified interface, the bright green glow of the Spirit Web Network illuminating his sharp jawline and the silver tips of his dark hair. We were buried deep in the hidden chamber behind the ironwood timber stacks at the back of the trade store—the entrance disguised as a blank wall, leading down into his personal alpha quarters.“Where are they hauling him?” Kade asked, his voice low, gravelly, and completely devoid of warmth.“To the summit hall,” I said, leaning against the stone doorframe. “Corwin is leading him straight to Malakai Thornwolf’s desk. I have our scouts tracking their scent trails.”“Corwin is a soft-brained pup,” Kade muttered, his fingers finally stopping over the keys. The monitors around him hummed, showing split-screen feeds of the Pack Quarter’s main tho

“Drop the wood bundles inside the den, Corwin,” I said, tugging the thick fur coat tighter around my shoulders as the evening frost bit into my skin.Down in the Moonreach Coastlands, the salt air kept the night mild, and my light training leathers would have been plenty. But up here in the freezing high peaks of Wolfspring Hollow, the cold was a beast with teeth. The sun had dipped behind the black pines, and a brutal north wind was whipping through the settlement. Without a heavy wolf-skin mantle, a rogue would be shivering until his bones cracked.“I need to open the Silver Fang Tavern before the unmated pack-brothers get rowdy,” Zuberi Darkclaw barked, adjusting his heavy leather weapon-belt as he jogged down my stone steps. “Since the moon is already rising, I have to skip our meat feast tonight, Johnson. But I promise we will share a den run under the next full moon!”I gave him a knowing smile as he sprinted off toward the Pack Quarter. My mind was already spinning with dark im

Get your hands off him, Lieli,” Malakai Thornwolf growled, his deep voice vibrating through the thick wooden beams of the Silver Fang Tavern.Four wolves had just pushed through the heavy pelt doors, shaking the mountain frost from their furs. While my eyes locked instantly onto Talia Ravenscar, Niall Grimshaw, and Xioe, I knew the fourth and tallest alpha in their circle—the one Lieli was trying to press his muzzle against—was Councilman Lieli himself.Side by side, Lieli and Lieli’s mate looked like they belonged to the same winter pack, a perfectly matched pair of pure-blood predators. Lieli had thick hair the color of sun-bleached summer straw, cold gray eyes, a heavy square jaw that gave him a brutal, rugged look, and thin lips curved over a deeply scarred chin. He wore a dark leather commander’s tunic and carried a small bone-bound ledger. If it weren’t for the dark smear of fresh rogue blood on the upturned fur of his light gray collar, I would have assumed he had just come fro

Honestly, it boggles my mind how a male who was broken so badly can still walk through this world with such grace.I looked over at Lieli, whose eyes were fixed on the dark trail ahead. To the rest of the pack, we looked like the most dominant, perfect pairing in the territory, but the truth was we couldn't stand the smell of each other anymore. For the sake of the council seats, we shared the same stone lodge, but we slept in entirely different wings of the building. We hadn't shared a nesting bed since the night I walked into his office and found him knotting his young secretary right on top of his council desk.“I think you shocked the whole circle tonight, Imani. We were all expecting some ancient, scarred elder to claim those old Whitmoor ruins,” Lieli suddenly grunted, breaking the silence of the cabin.“What made your pack think that?” I asked, my brow furrowing.“Remember when I asked you who bought the ridge land that night by the fire, and you just muttered 'some wolf'?” he