All Chapters of Alpha Alexander: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The sky had turned a shade of burning orange when the screams began.The sun dipped behind the hill, casting long shadows across the snowy fields that surrounded the estate. Inside the warm, candlelit rooms of Serena’s family home, chaos and sacredness intertwined. The air was thick with tension, with urgency, and with the unmistakable cry of a woman in labor.Jina’s labor had begun.The quiet rhythm of the household was shattered as Kate ran to gather towels and warm water, while Serena clutched her sister-in-law’s trembling hands and tried to steady her own heartbeat. The midwife arrived swiftly, her voice calm and steady, but even she could not disguise the intensity of the moment.Jina lay on the birthing bed, her face slick with sweat, her body writhing in pain as another contraction tore through her. Her cries pierced the silence of the room, and Serena flinched with each one, her heart racing faster than she thought possible.She had seen Jina laugh and dance, tease her brother

The house brimmed with warmth and softness in the days following the birth. There was a hush in the air, broken only by the baby’s tiny cries and the quiet chatter of Serena’s family. Life had slowed, yet become more meaningful in its stillness.Serena spent most of her hours beside her nephew. The child was the very definition of purity. He seemed untouched by the world—gentle and soft, his breaths like tiny puffs of wind against her collarbone as she held him. She watched him drink, yawn, shift in his sleep, and every time he smiled in his dreams, her heart melted a little more. Holding him made her forget all the pain, confusion, and loneliness that had trailed her ever since her wedding.He made her feel needed. Present.Her days were filled with the smell of milk, warm cloth, and gentle laughter from Jina’s room. She stayed with Kate and her sister-in-law most of the time, massaging Jina’s feet, rocking the baby, or just resting with her hand on the crib while he slept. There was

Sunlight poured through the thin cotton curtains of Serena’s childhood bedroom, casting golden streaks across the wooden floor and dancing upon the bed where Alexandro still lay. The room had grown warm with the morning light, and the scent of something soft—floral and familiar—lingered in the air. It wasn’t the scent of a palace or battle or war. It was the scent of peace.Alexandro stirred and opened his eyes slowly.For a moment, he didn’t realize where he was. The bed felt too soft, too warm. His muscles weren’t tight with alertness, his mind not racing with battle strategies. It was only when he stretched and turned to the side that he realized Serena wasn’t there.He frowned.He had overslept.The weight of travel, tension, and sleepless nights had melted away during the night, replaced by a stillness he hadn’t felt in years. For the first time since he became Alpha, he had slept through the morning, without waking once in the middle of the night to check patrol reports or pace

By the time the carriage passed through the gates of the Blood Moon Pack’s inner stronghold, the sky had already darkened into a soft violet. Winter settled into the stone with its usual silence. Torches lined the pathways, their flickering flames doing little to warm the crisp air, but the familiar sight of the castle should’ve brought comfort.It didn’t.Not to Serena.She leaned slightly into the window, watching as the snow-kissed towers of her new home came into view. A place that once looked majestic, now felt cold and cavernous. It wasn’t the stone or the silence that made it so—it was the lingering loneliness in its halls.She didn’t say much during the ride, and neither did Alexandro. He seemed preoccupied, and she—too full of questions she didn’t dare voice.At one point, as the horses slowed, Alexandro turned to her. His voice broke the long silence.“Why isn’t Kiara with you?” he asked, not accusing, just curious.Serena replied without looking at him. “Kiara needed a brea

The warmth of the bath clung to Serena’s skin as she stepped out hastily, wrapping herself in the nearest robe. Her breath came in soft, uneven waves, not from exertion, but from something more powerful—confusion, anticipation, fear, and longing, all braided into one.She couldn’t do it. Not like this.Not in a bath filled with steam and stolen glances.She needed clarity, a firm ground beneath her feet—not the slipperiness of mist and emotion.As she turned to leave, Alexandro reached out instinctively, his hand catching her wrist.“Don’t go,” he murmured.“Not here,” she replied, her voice soft but firm.There was no anger in it—just quiet insistence. And he understood.He let go.Serena stepped into their chamber, the fire burning low but steady in the hearth. Her hands trembled slightly as she dressed. The cotton slipped over her skin, cool and grounding. She tied the waist of her dress, her mind racing with questions that had haunted her for weeks.What am I to him? Why does he p