All Chapters of Alpha’s Claimed Mate.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Pov: Nora. Nora slipped into the hallway of the Nightshade mansion just after midnight. The house was quiet—except for the low hum of Caelen’s white noise machine. She found Ember in the study, seated on the couch, staring at the flickering screen of her laptop but clearly not seeing it.“You saw them?” Ember asked without turning.“I did,” Nora said. “Vivianne met Aiden. He brought two of his top wolves. They didn’t stay long.”“Where?”“Edge of Hollow Ridge, near the north trail.”Ember closed the laptop and stood. “She gave them access points?”“Yes. Northwest perimeter. Said the guards are light there at night, and that you’re focusing on the town square during the election.”“She’s not wrong,” Ember murmured. “But I expected her to sell that detail.”Nora shifted her stance. “Do you want me to take her now?”“No,” Ember said. “Not yet.”“You’re sure?”Ember looked up at her. “I need more. The pack won't move against her unless the proof is loud and visible. I want her to hang he

Pov: Asher. The dawn broke over Raven's Peak with a strange quiet. The election banners still hung from windows and light posts, fluttering gently in the wind. A few townspeople gathered in small groups outside the council building, murmuring about results, about unity, about what might come next.Julian stood with Rowan on his hip, watching as Marigold and Ember came down the steps with Asher. The air smelled like fresh coffee and wet leaves. Ember offered a weary but relieved smile to the crowd."Thank you all," she said, her voice calm, steady. "The people have spoken. And your voices have been heard."Inside the council chamber, President Kyle Donovan's face lit up the screen. His victory had been confirmed. The majority of Raven's Peak and the surrounding towns, once split between wariness and loyalty, had voted in his favor. A coalition of humans and wolves had backed him, trusting in his support for the towns’ coexistence and defense.Donovan gave a short televised speech: "Ra

Pov: Julian. The room was dim, lit only by the soft hum of the lamp in the corner. Julian sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over, his elbows on his knees and his hands buried in his hair. Rowan lay asleep behind him, barely a year old, bundled in a thick blanket and clutching a worn-out plush wolf. The silence was heavy, almost unnatural.Julian hadn’t slept in two nights.Maybe more.His eyes were red and dry, his chest tight like something inside him refused to let go."You let them kill me."The voice came soft, like a whisper just behind his ear.Julian froze."No," he said under his breath, not looking up. "You're not here.""You watched them do it. Watched them strip me of everything I was."His breathing grew shallow. He closed his eyes, tightly. “Stop.”He heard footsteps. Slow. Measured. Familiar.He opened his eyes.Vivianne stood in front of him—still elegant, still hauntingly beautiful, just like the last time he saw her. But her eyes were cold, glassy. Her skin was pal

Pov: Lark. The night air was sharp and still. Raven’s Peak, normally alive with quiet murmurs or the echo of distant howls, held its breath.Inside the cell block beneath the council’s main building, Lark sat chained, unmoved. The scent of mildew clung to the stone walls. He had stopped looking at the clock above the door—it no longer mattered. No one was coming. At least, that’s what he believed until the lights flickered once. Then again.Footsteps. Not the heavy, indifferent stride of a guard, but quick, precise steps. He tilted his head. The guards hadn’t noticed—too busy talking about the elections or playing cards behind the thick glass.Then a flash. Steel sliced through the air. One guard collapsed before he could scream. The other barely had time to draw his weapon before a blade entered his neck.Lark stood, eyes widening as Eline stepped out from the shadows, blood staining her gloves. She held up the keys.“Time to go.”He exhaled slowly, almost amused. “I didn’t think yo

Pov: Ember. The knock on the door came hard and fast—three sharp raps that startled Ember from her seat near the hearth. Asher was already standing, face tense, as he opened the door to find Saul waiting, breathless.“It’s Julian,” Saul said. “He’s trying to leave the Peak. With Rowan.”Ember was on her feet instantly. “What? Why now?”“He’s at the east road. Maren’s with him.”Asher didn’t hesitate. “Let’s go.”—The wind bit at their coats as they reached the tree-lined road just past the ridge. The moon was pale and high, casting long shadows across the dirt path. Ahead, they saw them—Julian holding Rowan’s carrier, Maren beside him, tense and pleading.“Julian!” Ember called.He turned slowly, eyes dull and distant. “It’s done,” he said. “I’m leaving. There’s nothing left for me here.”Asher stepped forward, voice low but urgent. “You’ve been poisoned, Julian. The tea. You drank it when you came to see me.”Julian’s eyes flickered. “You’re blaming tea for my choices now?”“Yes,”