Chapter 134 Captured

Chapter 134 Captured
The sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the cabin, splintering the old wooden walls. Furniture overturned as the men scrambled for cover. The confined space became a maze of flying debris and shouted commands.

Alexander moved with calm precision.

He refused to let chaos dictate the outcome.

His only objective was clear—capture Tamara and Lydia alive.

A Moonthorn guard emerged from behind an overturned table and raised his weapon. Alexander shifted effortlessly, his massive white wolf charging forward before the man had time to react. The guard was knocked off balance and sent crashing into the wall, his weapon sliding across the floor.

Another attacker attempted to circle behind Alexander, but one of the Silver wolves intercepted him, forcing him to surrender after a brief struggle.

"The left  hallway is secure!" someone called.

"The kitchen is clear!"

"Watch the back!"

Marcus remained composed as he directed the second team through the narrow hallway.

"Two rooms on the east side," he ordered. "Check every corner. Nobody leaves this cabin."

"Yes, sir."

The warriors moved like a well-trained machine, clearing one room after another.

Within moments, the resistance began to crumble.

The guards realized they had been completely surrounded.

Outside, additional warriors secured the perimeter, ensuring that even if someone managed to slip through a window, they would have nowhere to run.

Alexander's heightened senses picked up two familiar scents. Tamara and Lydia.

"They're in the back room," he said.

Marcus immediately understood.

"I'll cover the window."

Alexander nodded once before moving down the hallway. The old wooden floor creaked beneath his boots as he approached the final door. Behind it, he could hear hurried whispers and furniture scraping across the floor.

"They're trying to escape," Marcus muttered.

Alexander didn't hesitate.

He pushed the door open with enough force for it to swing against the wall.

The women froze.

Tamara stood near a cabinet, her breathing uneven as she reached for a small pistol hidden beneath a folded blanket.

Across the room, Lydia had already unlocked the back window and was attempting to climb through it.

Everything happened within seconds.

Alexander crossed the room before Tamara could lift the weapon.

He caught her wrist, twisting it just enough for the pistol to fall harmlessly onto the floor. It skidded across the room. Before she could react again, he held her firmly against the wall.

"It's over," he said, his voice low but unwavering.

For a brief moment, Tamara stared at him in disbelief.

She had expected hesitation. She had expected the man who had once cared for her. Instead, she found only determination.

Behind them, Lydia swung one leg over the windowsill. She never made it outside.

Marcus grabbed her before she could escape, pulling her safely away from the opening.

The two struggled briefly before Marcus secured her wrists with heavy-duty restraints.

"You really thought that would work?" Marcus asked.

Lydia glared at him but remained silent.

Within another minute, the remaining warriors finished clearing the cabin.

"All rooms secured, no additional hostiles."

Alexander slowly released Tamara but kept enough distance to prevent another attempt at escape.

She rubbed her wrist before lifting her chin defiantly.

"So..." she said bitterly. "You finally found me." A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

"You've always been stubborn."

"And you've always mistaken persistence for loyalty."

Her expression hardened.

"You chose the wrong woman, Alexander."

His face remained unreadable.

"You abandoned everything we could have built together." he said angrily.

"You mean everything you imagined," he corrected calmly.

She stepped closer despite the restraints now placed around her wrists.

"I loved you."

Alexander didn't respond immediately.

When he finally spoke, his voice carried neither anger nor sympathy.

"No."

Tamara frowned.

"You loved the idea of standing beside me." He met her eyes without flinching.

"You loved the power, you loved the position, you loved what my name could give you, but you never truly loved me." The words struck harder than any accusation.

For the first time since he entered the room, Tamara's confidence faltered. "You don't mean that," she whispered.

"I do." He thought of Maddie.

Of her kindness, her honesty. The quiet strength she carried even during the darkest moments. Then he looked back at Tamara.

"My mate never asked for my title, she never cared about my wealth, she stood beside me because she loved the man—not the Alpha."

Tamara's eyes filled with frustration. "She'll never understand this world the way I do."

Alexander shook his head. "She doesn't need to." A faint smile crossed his face. "She reminds me that there is a world beyond endless wars and betrayal. She gives me peace. And that is something you could never offer."

Tamara lowered her gaze. For the first time, she had no answer.

Alexander turned toward Lydia. She remained silent, though the cold smile on her face had never disappeared.

"You misled us," Alexander said evenly, "you fed us false information. You tried to send my warriors into another trap."

Lydia shrugged. "I did what I had to do."

"You failed." Alexander said, smirking at her.

She laughed quietly. "Do you really believe capturing us changes anything?"

Alexander said nothing.

Lydia continued "They'll hunt your mate, they'll hunt your child, they won't stop."

The room fell silent.

Even the warriors listened carefully.

Alexander's expression never changed. "If they come," he said calmly, "they'll face the same fate."

Lydia's smile slowly disappeared. He wasn't boasting. He was making a promise.

Marcus stepped beside Alexander.

"The cabin has been searched."

Alexander looked at him expectantly. "Anything?"

Marcus shook his head. "Nothing useful."

Alexander wasn't surprised. People like Lydia always prepared for failure. Still, capturing them alive was worth far more than anything hidden inside the cabin. He looked around the worn interior one final time. "This place has served its purpose."

As Tamara and Lydia were escorted outside, Alexander remained behind for one last glance around the empty cabin. Every secret it held had finally come to an end.

He walked outside just as one of the teams prepared to destroy the abandoned hideout, ensuring it would never again serve as a refuge for those who threatened his family.

The flames quickly climbed the weathered wooden walls, illuminating the surrounding forest with an orange glow.

Alexander watched silently for a moment before turning toward the waiting convoy.