All Chapters of Alpha’s Claimed Mate.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Pov: Marigold. Nightshade Power Inc HQ, Later That NightMarigold didn’t call Elias.She showed up at his apartment.The doorman barely looked up when she strode through the lobby—heels clicking against polished marble, eyes set like steel. She didn’t knock either. Her security clearance got her in.Elias opened the door wearing a robe and surprise.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said quickly.“You made a move on Nightshade Power Inc.,” Marigold said. No warm-up. No small talk. Just the truth.His mouth tensed. “You’re mistaken.”“You used a trust account in Dubai. I traced it through a phantom corporate chain. But the memo? That’s what gave you away. You write like a politician trying to play chess in the dark.”Elias hesitated. “I only wanted to protect Bell Creek—”“You sold Bell Creek,” she snapped. “You think Aiden will let you govern? He’ll gut you as soon as you’ve outlived your usefulness.”“I was trying to secure our future—”“No,” she interrupted, voice low. “You were trying t

Pov: Neutral. Raven’s Peak had finally found a fragile rhythm again. The babies—Caelen and Lira’s son—were asleep. Lira had taken to staying quietly by the window these days, as if waiting for someone who would never return. And Ember, for once, had allowed herself a moment to breathe.Lorna had blended in well.Too well.She moved through the mansion with quiet grace, offering to help where she could. Folding laundry, heating bottles, reading in the corners with a soft voice. Ember had met her during the chaos at the relay station and offered shelter, not knowing she was Aiden’s hidden piece on the board.But tonight… she moved differently.Her steps quieter. Her eyes colder.And in her hand, under the edge of a baby blanket, was a silver blade.She’d waited until the house was dim. Until the others were asleep or dozing. Until Ember had finally retreated upstairs with a sigh, leaving Lira in the living room, rocking gently with the infants beside her.She crept in like a whisper.L

Pov: Asher. Ravens Peak – Asher and Ember’s MansionAsher stood near the fireplace in his office, firelight flickering across the sharp lines of his jaw. Ember entered quietly, her arms crossed, her eyes already searching his face.“You’ve been in meetings every day this week,” she said. “Marigold called twice and wouldn’t say much. Then I found out about the bid.”Asher didn’t move. “It’s being handled.”“That’s not the answer I need.” Ember stepped closer. “You’re shutting me out again. And if I didn’t ask now, would you have told me at all?”He looked at her, eyes shadowed by too many choices and not enough peace. “I was trying to protect you.”“We don’t get that luxury anymore,” she said, quietly. “You know that.”He nodded, finally. “The bid wasn’t random. We traced the pattern of movement. Someone is trying to hijack Nightshade Power from the inside — and destabilize every alliance we’ve built. If they get control of the grid, they can leave this town in the dark.”“Is it Aiden

Pov: Ember. The cold hung low over Raven’s Peak, wrapping the town in a pale hush that morning. Snow lined the sidewalks, quieting footsteps and conversations alike. Inside the community center, however, warmth gathered—not just from the heaters buzzing at full tilt, but from the pulse of people waking up to something new.Ember moved slowly between folding chairs, placing a warm hand on a shoulder, offering a smile, a word. There was no stage here, no microphone. Just a circle of townspeople—wolves and humans alike—gathered around hot cocoa and quietly rising tension.She didn’t pretend to have all the answers. She didn’t give speeches.Instead, she asked questions.“What do you want your children to remember about this time?”“What do you think makes this town worth defending?”“Are you voting because you're afraid, or because you believe in something?”And they responded—not all at once, but with nods and slow confessions. A retired electrician who once worked the hydro grid by th

Pov: Ember. The city square of Raven’s Peak was unusually quiet for a night before something so monumental. Ballot boxes had been placed in the city hall earlier that afternoon. Security cameras installed, temporary lights set up. It all felt real now—humans and wolves, side by side, preparing to vote not just for the presidency but for what kind of future they wanted to live in.Inside the mansion, Ember stood in the hallway with Caelen in her arms. The boy stirred against her chest, clutching her necklace with his tiny fist. She stared out the window at the flicker of lights from the square, the faint buzz of volunteers still working.Asher stepped out of the war room, rolling down his sleeves. He looked exhausted. Ember met his eyes.“You still think it was a good idea to offer him those votes?” she asked quietly, rocking Caelen gently.Asher didn’t answer at first. He walked over, touched his son’s head with a distracted tenderness. “I think it bought us time,” he said finally. “