All Chapters of Revenge With The Alpha King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A NIGHT OF THE FALLEN.Vivienne’s povThe scent of burning wood filled the air. It was warm, familiar and comforting. It clung to my skin like memory. Tonight was our Sacred Full Moon Ceremony, and the Silvercrown Pack was alive with celebration. Laughter mingled with the flicker of bonfires, casting gold-lit shadows across the courtyard stones. Music wove through the breeze, playful and wild and above us, the Moon watched like a silent queen.I spun beneath its gaze, the hem of my white ceremonial gown catching on the wind. For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to forget the whispers, the expectations and the wolf I still couldn’t summon. Tonight, I just wanted to dance, just for a while.My bare feet skimmed the stone as I moved among the younger wolves, letting their joy infect me. Silvercrown wasn’t just my home it was my family, my duty, my blood.From across the clearing, I felt the weight of my parents’ stares. My mother, Luna Liora, watched me with sharp, moon-pierced

THE HUNT BEGINS.Cassius’s POV“You want me to stop searching for Celene?”My voice was quiet, but it carried enough weight to suck the air from the room. The torches lining the chamber flickered against stone walls, casting long, shifting shadows like ghosts.The council members looked at one another, avoiding my eyes like prey sensing a predator. Elder Varren, always the first to speak, cleared his throat.“Your Majesty,” he said carefully, “it’s been two weeks. We’ve sent scouts, paid informants, questioned every slaver and trader across five towns. Even the black markets have turned up empty.” He exhaled. “We must assume—”“Assume nothing.”The steel in my voice sliced through the room.Varren hesitated, then pressed on. “Every day you delay choosing a mate, the packs grow restless, whispers spread. They need stability, they need a queen.”I leaned forward, bracing both hands on the long oak table. “My sister is missing, and you’re worried about matters of the bed?”Elder Rivas—sh

THE PRESENTATION.Vivienne’s POVI stirred slowly, drifting between foggy thoughts and the unfamiliar scent of jasmine and myrrh. Softness cradled me—pillows, maybe or a bed. Nothing like the cold stone and filth I’d grown used to.For one blissful second, I thought I was home.That somehow, I had escaped then I opened my eyes.Golden candlelight flickered from a chandelier, marble columns and silk-covered walls. The room looked like it belonged to royalty—opulent, warm, and too quiet.I sat up sharply. The heavy sheets pooled around my waist, and pain jolted through my muscles but not as much as I expected. I looked down.My bruises were gone.The wounds I’d carried from the pit, the chains, the fights… vanished. My skin was smooth and unmarked except for the runes.As usual, they glowed softly, pulsing faintly on my hands and legs in the candlelight like they were breathing, like they were alive.A sharp inhale snapped my attention to the door.I turned to find a group of women stan

THE DYING AND THE DAMNED Vivienne’s POVThe world tilted as I hit the ground, my knees slamming hard against the stone. Pain exploded through my legs, but I barely gasped. The air in the dungeon was dense with rot and the stink of sweat and despair.“Welcome to your new home,” one of the guards sneered, his voice a disgusting mix of amusement and cruelty.I braced myself on shaking hands, my arms burning with the effort. Before I could lift my head, a boot cracked against my ribs. I collapsed again with a strangled breath, pain radiating through my side like lightning.Laughter.Then retreating footsteps.The iron door screeched shut behind them, sealing the stench and suffering inside.I stayed there, curled on my side, breaths shallow and jagged. Every inch of me ached. My ribs screamed, my back throbbed, and my stomach twisted in knots but I wouldn’t break. Not here and not for them.When the footsteps finally faded, I dragged myself upright onto trembling elbows.The dungeon stre

A KING'S DILEMMACassius’s POVThe city gates loomed ahead, their black iron edges slick with morning dew. Rain had passed through earlier, and the stone paved streets still carried its scent—wet soil, and burnt out torches. As Magnus and I rode through the quiet roads of the kingdom, I could feel the weight of my absence pressing heavier with every step my stallion took.We had found her.Celene.Or at least, we’d found where she had been taken.To Balthazar.Just thinking his name made my jaw tighten. My hands curled around the reins. We’d searched every crevice of the underground—threats and bribes were used. Even blood was spilled when needed, and in the end it had led us to him.A ghost among Alphas.A savage rogue with no ties, no rules and no loyalty to the crown, and now he had my sister.My stallion came to a sharp stop in the courtyard. Gravel scattered under its hooves as I dismounted in one swift movement. Urgency flared through me like fire beneath my skin. Magnus follo