All Chapters of The Alpha Queen : Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

Luther's POV"Argggh!!!" I scream as I punch one of the hunters in the stomach as he doubles over, spitting blood. He falls to his knees and I signal for my guards to raise him back to his feet.I should be celebrating.Should be raising a drink, maybe pacing in front of a fire like a victorious warlord, talking about how I ambushed the infamous Madeline and took her captive.But instead?I’m standing in my office, hiding from the other Alphas who are pissed because I got their members killed, fists clenched, jaw tight, and heart pounding like it wants out of my damn chest.Because I couldn't get her.I couldn't fuckin get Madeline.And I’ve never been more confused—or pissed off—in my life.“What the actual hell was that?” I snarl, kicking the last of the hunters I had hired with enough force to shatter his ribs.One of the guards flinches in the corner. Good. He should.“She wasn’t supposed to have that kind of power,” I mutter, pacing now. My claws twitch at the edge of my fingers.

Lucian’s POVI’m going to kill someone.No, scratch that.I’m going to rip someone apart, stitch them back together, and kill them again.The punch to the face didn’t even hurt half as much as what came after—the look in her eyes. The command in her voice. The way my body froze like a pathetic mutt waiting for permission.Madeline.My mate.Alpha commanding me in front of my entire clique.I storm down the path toward her quarters like I’ve got a goddamn death wish, fists clenched, eyes burning. Elisha tries to step in front of me—wrong fucking move.“Lucian,” he says, palms up. “You need to chill the hell out.”I shove him hard.“I said move!”He stumbles but stays in front of the door, jaw set. “You don’t get to barge in there like this. You’re not thinking straight.”“I’m perfectly fucking straight!” I growl, stepping up into his space. “Get the fuck out of my way before I throw you through the wall.”“Then do it,” Elisha snaps. “Throw me. But the second you do, she’ll hate you for

Ariella’s POV(Day of the raid)I hate raids.Not because I can’t fight. Please. I could kill half these rogues with my hands tied behind my back and a heel in my teeth.No, I hate them because they’re loud and messy and smelly.And Luther always makes me ride front and center like I’m a damn parade queen.“Smile for the rogues,” he says as we move through the woods. “Let them see who owns you.”I don’t answer. I just keep my face forward, my eyes sharp and my mind focused on the battle ahead.The wind stinks of wet fur and blood. I can hear the sounds of battle going on on the far end. Luther's warriors are circling the forest perimeter like hungry shadows, waiting for the cue to attack.I already know how this ends. Blood. Screams. A few rogues dead. A few of ours too. Luther pretending it was a clean sweep.It never is.I take a deep breath.And then I smell it.Burnt pine and leather. . .a lot of dirt too.What—My heart skips. My wolf surges so hard, I trip.What the hell was that