All Chapters of I don't want you Alpha! : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

KAEL "Damien knows he gets what he wants," he says smoothly, stepping forward. His voice is calm, yet every syllable drips with arrogance. His sharp gaze sweeps across the courtyard before settling on me. "And speaking of what I want," he continues, lips curving into a smirk, "I’m here for Tesla." Henry lets out a low growl, his entire body tensing like a predator ready to strike. "I’ve had enough of these so-called fools stepping onto my territory and claiming they’re here to take Tesla," he snaps, stepping protectively in front of her. The air crackles with tension, thick with unspoken threats. Damien doesn’t even flinch. If anything, his smirk deepens, amusement flickering in his icy blue eyes. "Easy there, Henry," he says lazily. "I didn’t come here to fight—not yet, at least." I take a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Henry. "Did the elders send you?" I ask, my voice sharp with suspicion. Damien lets out a low chuckle. "You know me, Kael," he replies, ro

**HENRY** The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and the lingering cold of the night before. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I pushed myself up from the chair in my room. My muscles ached—probably from the tension I’d been holding for weeks. My first thought, as always, was Lina. I didn’t trust Tesla’s decision to stay. Not yet. She had spent too many years running. Fear was a habit for her now, one I wasn’t sure she could break overnight. I moved quickly through the hallway, my bare feet silent against the wooden floors as I made my way to Lina’s room. I knocked once. No answer. A sense of unease crept over me. I pushed the door open. The bed was empty. The blankets slightly crumpled, but no sign of Lina. My heart kicked up a beat. Was she gone? No. No, Tesla wouldn’t— I turned sharply, scanning the house. My pulse pounded as I checked the main room, the kitchen, the small study where she sometimes sat staring at old books she never rea

**HENRY** The morning air was crisp, but it did nothing to cool the heat rising in my chest. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, my hands resting on the stone railing as I stared at the warriors before me. They were tense, their shoulders stiff, their eyes burning with something I had never seen before—not just doubt, but betrayal. This wasn’t a simple disagreement. This was a declaration. "The packs have ceased all alliances," one of the elders said, his voice hollow but firm. "They no longer recognize your leadership." A muscle in my jaw twitched. "And why is that?" Another elder—Mathias, an old wolf with a permanent scowl—stepped forward. "Because you have forsaken the laws of the Union." His gaze sharpened. "Because you have lain with a rogue." The murmurs among the gathered wolves grew louder. I exhaled slowly, forcing my face to remain unreadable. "That law was never written." "You know the consequences, Henry," Mathias snapped. "It does not need to be writ

KAELThe scent of smoke hit me first. Thick. Sharp. It burned my throat, mixing with the metallic tang of blood. Then I saw it. The devastation. The territory was in ruins. Buildings had collapsed, their skeletal remains barely holding together. Flames licked at what was left, casting eerie shadows over the wreckage. The streets were covered in debris—broken stones, shattered glass, bodies. The aftermath of war. I slowed my pace, shifting back to human form as my boots crunched over the destruction. No. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I turned sharply, my voice raw. **"Lina! Tesla!"** Silence. My chest tightened. I turned again, scanning, searching. But there was nothing. No answer. No movement. Just smoke and death. I clenched my fists. **"Lina!"** Still nothing. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to focus, trying to pick up any scent—any sign of them. Then I heard it. A low, pained groan. I spun around.

TESLAThe room was small. Barely enough space for the worn-out mattress pressed against the corner. A single wooden chair sat near the tiny window, its paint peeling from years of neglect. The walls were cracked, the ceiling stained with watermarks. It was nothing. But it was safe. For now. I exhaled, pressing my back against the door. My legs felt weak, like they would give out any second. My head throbbed, the weight of exhaustion pressing against my skull. I was tired. So, so tired. I looked at the bed. The sheets were thin, barely covering the stained mattress. But I didn’t care. I crossed the room in slow, careful steps, my body moving on instinct. The moment I sat down, flashes came. I squeezed my eyes shut. No. Not now. But it was too late. The images crashed into me, sharp and relentless. Flames licking at the sky. Bodies—lifeless, motionless. The thick scent of blood and smoke, burning my lungs. And then— Her.My daughter. Standing in f