All Chapters of My Second Mate Is Alpha King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Third Person POVThe battlefield still shook with war cries and steel. The dust hadn’t settled—not even close. The air was thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and something darker—something ancient. The earth bore the scars of the battle, deep claw marks and pools of crimson staining its once-pristine surface.Caitlyn stood over broken ground, her fingers smeared with blood that wasn’t all hers. Bree and the exiled wolves were still locked in brutal combat with the Forsaken creatures. Selene was casting shields for fallen fighters, her energy flickering like a dying star, her breaths labored as exhaustion threatened to pull her under. And Kane—her son—stood beside her now, his body trembling, his power unstable, the very earth pulsing around him as if responding to the storm within him.Then, the sky split.A second shadow rose.From the heart of the battlefield, the ashes where the Forsaken King had been bani

Third Person POV“Mom... please.”Kane’s voice cracked against the silence that stretched around them like ice. His knees were scraped, hands trembling, his fingers clutching the blood-crusted shoulder of his mother’s limp body.Caitlyn wasn’t moving.The silver glow around her had faded, and her face—usually flushed with life and heat and fight—looked gray now. Gray and soft, like stone kissed by frost.“Come on,” Kane whispered. “You’re not done. You said we were going to finish this together. You can’t stop now.”The ritual circle still glowed faintly beneath them, the runes flickering like candle flames in a windstorm. But it was fading. Fading too fast. And Kane felt it—he felt the pull weakening.The seal wasn’t finished.The Forsaken King’s core—though mostly dissolved—still pulsed faintly on the edge of the battle

Third Person POVThree days after the battle, the wolves gathered again.Not to fight. Not to bury. But to crown.The ruins of Eldoria were quieter now, though still scarred. The blood had dried, the smoke had thinned, and the surviving werewolves had begun the slow work of rebuilding. But this—this moment—wasn’t about walls or weapons.It was about leadership.It was about deciding what kind of world they were building from the ashes.Raymond stood atop a wide stone platform, a half-collapsed stage that had once been used by Eldorian priests to chant over fallen warriors. Now it held a different kind of ceremony.His clothes were simple. Black leather, worn boots, silver stitching across the collar to mark him not as a king—but as a soldier who had survived a war no one else could’ve led.Before him, the werewolf packs had assembled.Not separated now.Together.Exiles. Hollow

Third Person POVThe first sign came with the rivers.Clear streams that once ran smooth through the valleys between the Hollowclaw and Broken Fang territories had turned still overnight. Not frozen. Not polluted.Just… stopped.The water hovered, perfectly flat, defying gravity. When a warrior tossed a stone in, it bounced like it had struck glass.The second sign was worse.A storm rolled through the Western Ridge. No rain. No wind. Just lightning—dozens of bolts, striking the same circle of trees over and over, leaving them untouched but scorched in spirals.By the time the third sign appeared—wolves howling in their sleep with no memory of why, always facing north—the Alpha Council could no longer ignore it.Raymond stood in the council hall, arms crossed, listening to the latest reports from the sentries.“No casualties,” said one scout, shifting uneasily. “But it’s..

Third Person POVThe first ones to see him return were the guards at the southern ridge.They didn’t recognize him at first.The boy who had left weeks ago—skinny, restless, lost—was gone. In his place walked someone older. Not in years. In presence. In silence.Kane walked with his shoulders straighter now, his jaw firmer. He carried no weapons, but no one dared question if he was armed. His eyes, once golden, now shimmered with pale silver and hints of blue fire beneath them. Not magic. Not wolf.Something else.Something older.As he stepped into the heart of Eldoria’s recovery camp, all conversation stopped.Every head turned.Some whispered his name.Some just stared.Selene was the first to reach him, her eyes scanning him slowly. “You’re different.”“I had to be,” Kane said quietly.She raised a brow. “Did you find what you were looking for?”“No,” Kane answered. “But I found wha