All Chapters of The Alpha’s Pride Mate (The Pride Who Goes Into Heat): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter: 50******As Dirk slowly regained consciousness, he found himself in a dimly lit room, suffused with Malta's overpowering pheromones. His head throbbed, and his body ached from the brutal attack. He struggled against the restraints that bound him to the chair, but they held fast.There was no sign of where he was, though he could hear the sounds of movement around him. Muffled voices, speaking in an unyielding rhythm, were barely audible but distinguishable. He tried to call out for help, but there was nobody present who would be willing to save him. So, he resigned himself to wait as his captors planned their next move. It was clear to him that they intended to torture him, but why? Why would Floridia, his former ally, be in league with Malta, his enemy? He had never wronged her, not even during their time together. The only reason he had recklessly responded to her call was the picture of her son, who bore an uncanny resemblance to the man who had named him heir in Qiemont.

Chapter: 52******Alpha Lysandra of the Silver Peak Pack raised her voice, her words tinged with desperation as she recounted a scarcity of food that threatened to starve her pack. "Our hunters return empty-handed, Alpha Tricc," she pleaded. "How can we ensure the survival of our kin through this harsh winter?" She turned pleading eyes toward Tricc, her features lined with pain as she awaited his response. Tricc's eyes gleamed with resolve as he met Lysandra's gaze, his wisdom a beacon of hope in the darkness. "Adversity reveals the true strength of a pack," he intoned. "Look to the land for sustenance, share resources with those in need, and together, you shall weather the storm that threatens to consume you." His eyes shone brightly, the fire of his wisdom burning with conviction. Lysandra stared at Tricc for a moment before turning and joining in the murmurs of agreement. Her people believed in Tricc, as did most members of the council. Alpha Serenata of the Whispering Pines Pa

Chapter: 54***********A Few Hours Before Bane's Call.*****Seth sat in his private office, dark lines etched beneath his eyes, reflecting nights of restless sleep. Stress weighed on him as he just finished a call with Andrew, detecting both distraught and tears in Andrew's voice. Unable to bear Andrew's distress, Seth urged him to return home and wait for his arrival. Since revealing his true mate to Andrew, Seth had received unwavering support and understanding. Even after Andrew left Seth's house to facilitate Seth's bond with his mate, their friendship flourished. Seth had always considered Andrew to be too good for him, their past romance adding a layer of complexity. Andrew's compassionate response to Seth's confession deepened Seth's respect for him, solidifying their enduring friendship. Andrew's tearful call shattered Seth as he realized Andrew's reluctance to confide in others. Understanding the depth of Andrew's trust in him, Seth resolved to support his friend. Turnin

Chapter: 56********The acrid scent of charred wood and smoldering debris lingered in the air as the once magnificent VIP club lay in ruins, a twisted skeleton of its former glory. The once gleaming mahogany paneling was cracked and broken, and chunks of scorched wood were scattered over the floor. Only the walls themselves retained any semblance of function, having been partially covered with a layer of soot from the fires that had consumed the building.Several windows were cracked, and one had been blown out by the blast. It had taken some time for the flames to dissipate enough to allow the structure to be assessed by the firefighters. Even then, there hadn't been much they could do. A great deal of damage had been inflicted on the interior while it still stood. It could hardly have escaped any damage. Still, they had done their best under the circumstances.They had even managed to save several pieces of furniture and objets d'art before the heat and the smoke rendered them usel

Chapter: 58******In the heart of Fairpride, beneath the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, lies a bedroom suited for royalty. Velvet silk drapes cascade from towering windows, framing a captivating view of moonlit gardens. Its furnishings, made of ivory wood, exude elegance. The thick, plush carpeting absorbs sound, enveloping the room in tranquility. The air carries the scent of exotic orchids and aged leather. A grand four-poster bed, draped in rich velvet curtains and adorned with intricate gold leaf detailing, dominates the room, its plush bedding promising unparalleled comfort.Atop this magnificent bed lies a slumbering figure, nestled amidst pillows, blankets, and silken sheets, as smooth as a whisper, cocooning the sleeping man. His chiseled features and peaceful countenance speak of innocence in sleep. Clad in a loose-fitting cream linen robe that covers but does not conceal his physique, his bare chest rises and falls rhythmically. Long grey hair cascades freely about his s