All Chapters of Her Alpha's Secret: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Zane Wynter Father never mentioned beasts. He prepared the Eclipse warriors for a brutal battle. He prepared us to fight a strong pack, even if it is led by a female. A female Alpha... It's ludicrous. Women are meant to be Lunas. Soft. Sensitive. Sentimental. That’s what Father always said. That’s what every training session, every war council drilled into us. Alpha blood runs in men.It does NOT run in curves and soft skin.But now, we're not just facing other wolves. We are somehow caught in a fight with disturbing, foul-smelling beasts as well. And it is mayhem. Father assured us that we would have invaded the Arcane Pack by the time the full mood reached its apex. But now?Night is falling, and warriors are being cut down left, right, and centre. The beasts are merciless.The Arcane pack warriors are a force. My Alpha power surges around me. A golden glow, and as always, no one can get near me. Not a wolf. Not a beast. My power is impenetrable, a weapon as much as it is a d

NovaI jump, tackling the wendigo in front of me to the ground, ripping its throat out. And when my head snaps towards Aurora…Nate.Nate is already moving.He throws himself in front of her, taking their attack head-on.It happens so slowly, I can see every claw, tearing through his body. The teeth, sinking into him with a sickening snap. They rip pieces from his flesh, tearing him apart right in front of me.Blood bursts from him, staining the earth beneath him.Nate... no. No. No. Alex charges towards us, taking two of the Wendigos, Leon kills the third.I can’t breathe. My heart is frozen in my chest.My feet move… I shift, falling to the ground.I pull him into my arms. Cradling his now human body. Holding him as tight as I possibly can. As though somehow I can piece him back together with my touch. I feel it. The hollow, aching emptiness inside me as my Alpha power erupts from me like a silver wildfire, crashing into the battlefield, surrounding Nate in my arms. I focus al

AlexSelene is not thinking.Not clearly, at least.Her magic is burning too hot, raw grief twisting it into something unstable, unpredictable. Dangerous.She screamed, and the earth cracked open beneath us.The witches are struggling to contain their own power, the wolves are stumbling, the Wendigos are snarling in confusion.And she doesn’t stop.Doesn’t even notice the way the battlefield is shifting around her, the way her own body is glowing with unchecked magic. A black glow beneath her skin.She’s going to burn herself out.Or she's going to kill everyone else.She’s pregnant, for fuck’s sake.She needs to leave, before she kills herself—before she kills her own child."Aurora!" I don’t have time for gentleness. “Get her out of here—now.”Aurora hesitates for half a second, staring at Selene like she’s afraid to get too close. She should be.But there’s no time.Selene’s power is ripping through the battlefield.The ground beneath her feet is blackened, charred. Even the Wendig

Alex Nova and I finish at the hospital, and the silence that follows is almost suffocating. The witches have all been checked, their exhaustion evident in their faces, but they’re recovering. The battlefield is cleaned up, but it’s the morgue that lingers in my thoughts—the full, heavy weight of the bodies there. The warriors who didn’t make it are now lined up in the cold, sterile room. And the warriors who did survive are scattered between the hospital wards, still fighting through their injuries.The Oracle warriors who can are making their way back to the pack tomorrow morning. The rest will stay here, their recovery continuing under the care of the Arcane pack’s healers. It’s a strange feeling to know that our fight is over, but the damage it’s left behind will take much longer to heal.Nova and I have agreed that it’s best for me to go back to the Oracle pack during the immediate aftermath. She needs to stay here, to hold this place together, and I understand that. But I hate th

NovaAlex’s hands roam my body with a newfound intensity, fingers gripping, pulling, claiming. I gasp, my nails dig into his back, desperate to pull him closer.He strips out of the rest of his clothes in seconds. My thighs fall open instinctively, and he settles between them, his hand guiding himself to my entrance, teasing me with the head of his cock.He drags it through my slick folds, slow, deliberate, groaning at the feel of me. I writhe beneath him, trying to push down, to take him in, but he holds me still. “Patience, love.”He presses in, just the tip at first, stretching me inch by agonizing inch. His jaw clenches, muscles trembling with the effort to stay slow.“Fuck, Nova…” he groans, burying his face in my neck. I cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.He obliges.One powerful thrust, and he’s fully inside me.We stay like that for a heartbeat—still, connected, overwhelmed—until I shift beneath him, nee