All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Marcus, Theodore and Viktor had breakfast in an eatery and walked on the busiest street on the town. The people there looked at them in awe, especially Viktor got everyone’s attention, women smiled seeing such a handsome creature. He isn’t comfortable around an unfamiliar crowd and his wolf is in alert as if he’s in a dangerous situation. As they were making their way to Catherine’s home, they saw Uncle talking to his friends. He called them to introduce to his friends. Viktor frowned, he has no interest to participate in such activities and left the place. He wants to give the breakfast to Reva before it gets cold.Marcus talked to the elders and said they are here for a vacation. When Viktor entered the house, he heard thuds and bangs from upstairs. He ran there and opened the door to find Reva floating in the air. “What are you doing here?” Catherine scowled by the sudden intrusion. “Is everything alright?” Viktor asks Reva. “Yes, I am fine. You startled me,” she said and got d

Marcus and Reva were walking on the bustling streets. When she saw Marcus leaving the house a minute ago, she tagged along with him and she didn’t say anything to Viktor. There’s a reason for that, she has to mate with Viktor to get the power. It’s not as simple as it sounds. It’s so weird for her to face Viktor, she’s not a shy person but in this situation, she’s feeling uncomfortable. Something in her is making her heart race whenever he gets near her. She’s powerful and can knock anyone who comes in her way. But as a girl, she finds this situation so strange. She has no one to share what she’s feeling except Viktor… but how can she confess to him? This is freaking awkward and she looked for an opportunity to get farther away from him. That’s when she saw Marcus. “Where are you going?” she asks. “To buy sweets for my aunt,” Marcus answered. “Oh,” she nodded. “Why are you coming with me?” “I am so bored to sit in the house all day,” Reva reasoned. “I understand. I feel guilty t

The sky above the rogue pack’s land was always thick with fog, like the clouds themselves had descended to mourn what had once been pure. Gray light filtered through the mist, casting shadows that twisted with every gust of wind. Chloe stood just beyond the wrought-iron gate that marked the boundary of her confinement, her boots crunching softly against the dead leaves that covered the path. Selena walked a few steps ahead of her, silent.Even though Daven had granted her "freedom" to roam—always with Selena beside her—Chloe felt anything but free.She was still caged. Just in a bigger prison.Her steps were slower, more uncertain than usual. Without her wolf, she felt like a shell of herself. Jina's absence was more than silence—it was like losing a limb. A piece of her spirit that had once given her strength, guidance, and grounding was missing. The world was duller, heavier, and her own body didn’t feel like her own anymore.She wrapped her arms around herself and looked ahead. The

The room was quiet, almost unnaturally so.Chloe sat on the cold stone floor, her back pressed against the damp wall. The air was thick with the scent of moss and something darker—something old and rotting that seemed to creep in through the cracks in the walls. Her once-fiery spirit had been worn down by days of confinement, by the chilling absence of her wolf, and by the weight of truth that now sat like a stone in her chest.She had learned the truth.Daven—her captor, the rogue Alpha who wore charm like a mask—had been grooming her not out of affection, but for purpose. Her sacrifice. Her blood. Her life.She was the final piece in some twisted ritual, an offering meant to unlock the full potential of the dark magic he had tasted but not yet mastered. And she, the lost mate of Marcus Stormborn, was fated to die in the heart of Daven Fort for that cause.Her hands trembled as she pulled her knees closer to her chest. The moment she learned the truth, something inside her had cracked

From the outside, the tent looked like it could barely hold one person, let alone two. Slouched to one side, its edges were frayed and stained, and the canvas walls sagged with rainwater from days past. It sat crookedly between two thorny trees, tucked into a forgotten corner of the rogue camp—easy to miss, and easy to dismiss. The entrance was just a narrow slit in the fabric, and smoke curled from a makeshift vent at the top like an omen.Reva stood before it for a moment, unsure whether to step inside or not. She was used to sensing danger, to reading threats in every pulse of the earth. But what she felt from this place wasn’t darkness—it was... oldness. Magic older than most creatures remembered. And something else, too.A strange pull.Her hand brushed aside the curtain, and she ducked in.The interior was vast.Far too vast to make sense. Reva stopped mid-step, blinking in disbelief. The small, shabby shell on the outside had unfolded into a cavernous space inside. It was as if