All Chapters of Alpha’s Claimed Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Pov: Asher. Raven’s Peak – East Garden, Late AfternoonThe sun had just started to dip, casting gold over the long rows of hedges and manicured paths behind the Nightshade estate. A rare moment of calm.Julian sat on a stone bench beneath a cypress tree, elbows on his knees, staring into the gravel. He hadn’t heard Asher approach—he didn’t have to. He felt the shift in energy before the footsteps even landed.“Figured I’d find you here,” Asher said, his voice low.Julian didn’t look up. “Just needed air.”Asher sat beside him without a word, eyes scanning the garden. After a long pause, he said, “Rowan’s sleeping okay?”Julian nodded. “He always does after a storm. Something about the white noise.”They fell quiet again. The only sound was the distant chirp of evening birds and the soft rustle of leaves.“I saw you with Cael’s envoy yesterday,” Asher said, tone casual but precise. “Looked tense.”“It was,” Julian replied. “They’re pulling out of the summit. Said their council’s been

Pov: Cael. Scene: Fernmere – Cael’s First MoveThe storm had passed by morning, leaving damp leaves clinging to Fernmere’s high balconies. Cael stood by his office window, looking out at the training fields. Wolves sparred in pairs, but fewer than usual. The others were likely being siphoned into Aiden’s ranks, or waiting to see which side would come out stronger.He’d made his choice.His fingers tapped a quiet rhythm against the desk as he opened his old records vault. The documents weren’t damning on their own—supply orders, transfer manifests, field patrol notes. But cross-referenced with what Raven’s Peak already had, they might paint a clearer picture of Aiden’s troop movements and alliances.He scanned the first few pages and transferred them to a secure drive—one small enough to hide in the heel of a courier’s boot.“This is a start,” he muttered.Lira leaned in the doorway behind him, arms crossed.“You sure about this?”“No,” Cael said. “But if I wait until I’m sure, it’ll

Pov: Ember. The elevator creaked softly as it climbed to the fifth floor of the old building just outside Raven’s Peak’s central district. Ember stood beside Lira, who clutched her son close against her chest. The boy had fallen asleep on the ride, his little arms wrapped tightly around her neck.Ember glanced at her and offered a small, warm smile. “She’ll love having you there,” she said gently. “Caelen too. You’ll have space to breathe.”Lira nodded, eyes red but dry. She hadn’t cried since the infirmary. Something about survival hardened things. But even so, her fingers kept brushing her son’s back like she needed to remind herself he was still there.The elevator chimed, and they stepped into a narrow hallway with faded wallpaper and framed photos nailed crookedly to the walls. The air smelled like old wood, herbs, and lavender.At the end of the hall, the door was already open.Caelen appeared first, laying still on the couch.Then Grandmother emerged, silver hair braided down

Pov: Asher. The knock came just after breakfast.It was soft, hesitant. Ember was in the kitchen drying mugs when she heard it. Asher looked up from the table, his brow knitting. He wasn’t expecting anyone.Saul moved to the door first, ever-watchful. His boots were quiet against the wood floor as he opened it just a crack, then paused.He murmured something low, cautious. Then he opened it wider.A tall woman stepped in—hood drawn, coat thick with road dust. She looked travel-worn, hollow-eyed, and cautious.“Name’s Lorna,” she said before anyone could ask. “From Wexley.”Asher rose slowly. Wexley was one of the towns that had fallen quiet after Aiden’s threat. It wasn’t far—maybe two days on foot if you knew the back trails—but no one had dared approach since Fernmere.“You came alone?” Asher asked.Lorna nodded. “They didn’t want me to. Said I was wasting time. That Raven’s Peak wouldn’t help us. But I—I had to try.”She looked at Ember then, with something close to recognition. N

POV: Asher. The morning was still and gray, clouds settled low like they were trying to keep Raven’s Peak quiet just a little longer.Asher stood at the dining room table, carefully sealing envelopes with the Nightshade crest. Each one was marked for a neighboring town—Ashmoor, Bell Creek, Grafton Ridge, even the fragile remnants of Fernmere.Across from him, Ember held Caelen on her hip, her jaw tight.“You’re delivering these yourself,” she said, not asked.“I am.”Ember let out a breath, steady but sharp. “You could send Saul. Maren. Anyone else.”“They won’t trust anyone else,” Asher replied. “They need to see my face. Hear my voice. Know I’d step into their town without a guard and still mean every word.”Caelen gurgled in her arms, blissfully unaware.Ember shifted, her tone cooler now. “And what if someone doesn’t want to hear it? What if you don’t come back?”“I will.”“You can’t promise that.” Her voice cracked just a little. “I won’t let our son be left wondering what his f