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Chapter 379

Nathan’s POV

Last night, Rachel stumbled through the door, her face pale under the flickering lamplight, her voice tight as she dropped the bomb: Kael was here, in Emerald City.

I barely slept, my mind grinding through the implications.

By dawn, I’d made up my mind. I found Tyler at the training yard, sweat gleaming on his brow, and pulled him aside, my voice low and urgent. “Kael’s in the city. There’s gotta be a mole.”

Tyler wiped his face with a rag, his eyes narrowing. “You think it’s one of us?”

I nodded, the weight of it settling in my chest. “Yeah, I do.”

He rubbed his jaw, thinking it over, then said, “He’d probably go for Madison—either kill her or break her out.”

I shook my head. “Killing’s more his style. Madison ratted him out; he’s not the forgiving type.”

Our eyes locked, and I saw the same grim realization hit him–the bastard was tying up loose ends.

“Let’s move,” I said, and he nodded, both of us breaking into a run toward the dungeon.

The air turned stale and damp as we descended, the iron tang of blood hitting me before we even reached the cell.

There she was–Madison, sprawled on the filthy floor, her neck sliced open with a jagged blade, her face a mess of cuts and bruises.

Her hands still rested protectively over her belly, like she’d fought to shield that kid even as she bled out. It was a damn gruesome sight, her lifeless eyes staring at nothing, the stone slick with her blood.

My stomach churned, but I forced myself to look.

Tyler cursed under his breath, turning to the door where the two guards lay crumpled, throats slashed, heads half–severed. Inside, more bodies -more guards, all dead, their blood pooling in the cracks of the floor.

The scene was a slaughterhouse, and my fists clenched as rage simmered beneath my skin.

Then the others showed up–Rachel, Gina, Victoria, Apollo, Emma, Thalia, and Caelum, their footsteps echoing in the grim silence.

Rachel’s voice broke first, shaky with disbelief. “She was fine yesterday. How did this happen today?”

Victoria’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide. “Oh my God, Madison?”

Gina shrieked, backing away, her voice shrill. “This is horrifying! Look at all that blood on her face–it’s terrifying!”

Apollo gripped Victoria’s hand, his tone steady but curious. “Did you two visit Madison yesterday?”

Victoria nodded, her face paling. “Yeah, we did.”

I scanned the group, piecing it together. “Looks like someone overheard you yesterday. But with the guards dead, we’re dealing with someone who knows the layout.”

Rachel’s shoulders slumped, her voice heavy. I was gonna wait ‘til she had the kid to settle the score… Guess Kael’s definitely in the city now.

I turned to the crowd, my gaze settling on Thalia. “What’re you doing here? This doesn’t concern you.”

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Apollo jumped in quick, his tone smooth. ‘She probably came with Emma. She’s an intern–normal enough.”

I shot him a glance, unconvinced. “Huh, okay.”

Thalia’s eyes darted, her volve a little too eager. ‘I came with Emma to help save someone.”

Rachel’s stare lingered on her, sharp and unreadable. Something was off.

‘Caelum, clean this up,” I ordered. “Emma, check the wounds, analyze the cuts.”

Caelum nodded, already moving. I turned to Rachel, softening my voice. “This is on me now. Go rest–you’ve been through enough.”

She gave me a tired smile, her hand brushing mine. “Even after the war, you’re still killing yourself for this.”

I managed a small grin, glancing at the others. “Yeah, it’s over, alright.”

Victoria tugged at Apollo’s arm. “Let’s go, Apollo.”

He hesitated, his eyes flicking to Thalia for a split second before he masked it. I caught it, though, and my suspicions deepened.

Rachel had mentioned Apollo acting strange last night–too smooth, too eager.

Apollo turned to Victoria, his voice gentle. “Baby, I’ll stay and help Alpha. It’s too messy here–go home.”

I nodded at Victoria. “Yeah, head out with Rachel.”

She gave a reluctant nod, her lips tight, and followed Rachel out.

As we worked, I stole a glance at Apollo in the dim corner–he was groping Thalia’s ass, his hand bold and careless.

A smirk tugged at my lips. Gotcha.

So Apollo wasn’t into Victoria–why the hell was he engaged to her, playing the doting fiancé?

It clicked: he and Thalia were in on it, using Victoria to climb the ranks. Thalia wasn’t some innocent intern–too calculated, too close to the action. Was Kael her boss?

The eavesdropper yesterday had to be one of Kael’s lackeys, and with limited access, it narrowed down.

Emma was an old friend, unlikely. Thalia, the new girl, fit the profile.

I kept my face neutral, barking orders. “Tyler, Apollo, get Madison’s body to the morgue. Same with the guards.”

They nodded, “Got it,” and I slipped into a mind link with Caelum. “Thalia’s off. Suspect she’s Kael’s mole.”

Caelum’s reply came fast. “What’s the play?”

“Wait ‘til tonight. Ambush around Thalia’s place. Kael’s probably still in her room.”

“Copy. I’ll loop in Tyler.”

I addressed the group. “That’s it for now. Tyler, Apollo, Caelum–let’s move. Emma, Thalia, handle the bodies.”

Apollo didn’t sneak another look at Thalia this time–instead, she stole a glance at him.

Interesting.

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We headed to the strategy room, the tension thick. I leaned against the table, eyeing them. Who do you think the mole is?”

Apollo’s jaw dropped, feigning shock. “A mole? Jesus!”

I stared him down, my voice flat. “Kael’s still in the city.”

Apollo’s fists clenched, his tone fierce. “I’ll kill him.”

So determined–almost too perfect. He’d always followed my orders without hesitation. Was I wrong?

I hooked a sly grin, a plan forming. I linked Tyler and Caelum. “Apollo’s shady. He’s into Thalia. Tonight, Tyler, get Victoria to bed early–give Apollo a chance to slip out. He might head to Thalia.”

Tyler’s replied. “That bastard! Messing with my sister’s heart–I’ll kill him!”

Caelum cut in. “Chill, Tyler. Priority’s the mole. If Victoria catches him with Thalia, she’ll give up on him–talk’s cheap.”

Tyler huffed aloud, “I got family stuff. I’m out,” and stormed off, his anger palpable.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Apollo, check the north side for Kael’s trail. Caelum, south. I’ll send others east and west.”

They nodded and dispersed. That night, Tyler, Caelum, and I crouched in the brush near Thalia’s place, the damp grass soaking my knees.

Hours passed–nothing.

Caelum whispered, “This a bust? Kael or Apollo–where the hell are they?”

“Patience,” I muttered, my eyes scanning the dark.

Despite feeling somewhat drowsy myself, I noticed Tyler beside me was completely alert, his eyes sharp and focused.

At 3 a.m., a faint shadow moved through the trees. Then he knocked and entered Thalia’s room! About half an hour later, another dark figure slipped into Thalia’s room.

Judging by their builds, both were men –

most likely Kael and Apollo.

I turned to Tyler and said, “Go get your sister now.”

He nodded angrily, then stormed off in a hurry.

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Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha Native Language: English

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The story opens on a dark, stormy night as Rachel runs frantically through the rain, her body aching and lungs burning. Every step feels like torture, but she can’t stop—she’s already late. And in her world, being late has consequences. The memory of her last punishment haunts her; she was only two minutes late then, and the beating left her unable to lie down for a week. Now, dread coils in her stomach. If her father is angry again, she fears he might actually kill her this time.

Soaked and trembling, she finally reaches her father’s office. Before entering, Rachel hears voices through the slightly open door. Her stepmother, Isabel, is speaking in a tone dripping with malicious glee. “Darling… in a few days, she won’t be our problem anymore.” Rachel freezes, her mind spinning. She? Were they talking about her? Isabel’s next words send chills down her spine — “…they’ll take her away, and we’ll get the money.”

Confusion and terror fill Rachel’s thoughts. Who would “take her away”? Why was there money involved? Before she can make sense of it, a familiar mocking voice whispers behind her, “Tick tock, Rachel. You’re late again.” It’s Daniel, her stepbrother — the one who has haunted her life for years with his unwanted advances.

Daniel eyes her soaked clothes with that same predatory gleam that makes her skin crawl. He reaches to touch her face, and she jerks away. “Don’t touch me,” she snaps, but he only smirks and pushes the door open, announcing her presence to the room.

Inside, her father, Henry Sullivan, looks up, anger already simmering in his bloodshot eyes. The heavy scent of whiskey fills the air. Isabel sits beside him, her long nails tapping impatiently against the desk. “I told you she was trouble,” she sneers. “Sneaking around and eavesdropping like a rat.”

Henry’s voice roars like thunder, shaking Rachel to her core. “Were you listening in on us?” She stammers, trying to think fast. “I—I brought the money I earned today…” She fumbles for her small wallet, hoping the offering will calm him down.

But Isabel’s cold laugh cuts through the air. “Trying to cover your crimes with a few dollars? How clever.”

Henry snatches the wallet from her trembling hands and dumps its contents on the desk. His eyes narrow. “This is all?”

“The rain kept customers away today,” Rachel says softly. “I gave you everything I earned.”

Her words only enrage him further. “You dare mock me? Are you saying I depend on you to feed me?” His voice rises, his face flushed with fury.

“No! I’m sorry—please don’t—”

But it’s too late. His hand strikes her with brutal force, sending her crashing to the floor. Pain explodes across her cheek, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Before she can recover, his fists rain down again, striking her back and head. She curls into a ball, sobbing, “Father, please stop!”

Isabel’s voice cuts in, not out of concern but calculation. “You’ll kill her, Henry. Remember—her pretty face and voice are her biggest assets. We don’t want to damage those.”

Henry’s hand pauses mid-air. Breathing heavily, he snarls, “She’s clearly not working hard enough. This money is nothing!”

Isabel sighs dramatically. “Anyway, you spoke with Tyler this morning. The plan for her is already in motion. In a few days, our financial problems will be solved, and she won’t be our concern anymore.”

Rachel’s mind spins. What plan? What are they talking about?

Henry looks down at her with a cruel smile. “You seem confused, daughter.”

Isabel leans forward, her eyes gleaming. “Tell her, Henry. I bet she’ll be thrilled about the news.”

Henry straightens, adjusting his shirt, and says with chilling calmness, “You’re going to do something important for us. Something that will change our lives forever. You will serve the Alpha of the Ironjaw Pack. He needs a breeder—and he’s willing to pay good money for one.”

Rachel’s heart stops. A breeder. She knows exactly what that means. Breeders are women used to produce heirs for powerful Alphas—nothing more than property, discarded once their purpose is fulfilled.

She stares at them, trembling. “No… please. Don’t make me do this.”

Isabel smirks, her voice coated in venomous sweetness. “Oh, come now, Rachel. You should be honored to serve the richest, most powerful Alpha of all. He may have killed many, but he’s famous. Being part of his pack is a privilege.”

Rachel can barely breathe. The Ironjaw Alpha is known throughout the region for his brutality. The stories about him—killing his own servants, even members of his pack—are enough to make anyone shiver.

Desperate, she crawls toward her father, clutching the hem of his pants. “Please, Father, don’t send me to him. I’ll work harder. I promise. I’m your daughter—your only child! I can still make you proud, carry your name—”

Henry’s face contorts with rage, and before she can finish, his fist slams into her ribs. She cries out, curling up on the floor. “How dare you speak to her like that!” he shouts when Rachel turns to Isabel for help.

Her tears flow freely now, blurring her vision as memories of a happier time resurface—back when her mother, Marie, was still alive. Back when her father had been kind and called her his “little lark.” The man who had once loved her was gone, replaced by this drunken monster.

“Father, please,” she sobs, “if Mother were still alive—”

She doesn’t get to finish. His hands wrap around her throat, lifting her from the ground. “You will do as I say,” he growls, slamming her against the wall. She claws at his hands, gasping for air as black dots cloud her vision.

Finally, he releases her and calls, “Daniel.”

Her stepbrother appears immediately, smirking. “Yes, Alpha?”

Henry glares down at Rachel. “Take her upstairs. Clean her up. Our esteemed guest will arrive soon, and I don’t want her looking like this.”

Rachel’s body trembles violently as Daniel steps forward, his eyes filled with the same sick desire as before. As he reaches for her, everything fades.

The last thing she feels before darkness takes her is the burning ache of betrayal — her father, the man who once called her his angel, has sold her to a monster.

Her mind echoes with one final thought as she slips into unconsciousness: How did it come to this?

She remembers her mother’s gentle voice singing her to sleep, whispering, “You have the voice of an angel, my little lark. One day, it will bring you happiness.”

But that prophecy feels cruelly ironic now. Her voice and her beauty — the gifts her mother once cherished — have become the very chains that seal her fate.

As sleep claims her, Rachel’s final conscious thought is filled with despair. Her life is no longer her own. She is nothing but a tool — a breeder for a ruthless Alpha whose name alone makes wolves tremble.

And somewhere deep inside her, a fragile hope dies, leaving only fear, pain, and the faint echo of the rain that still beats relentlessly against the window.