All Chapters of Alpha's Cursed Breeder: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

The hall stayed loud long after Doria finished speaking.People talked over each other. Some were angry. Some were afraid. Some were confused. The baby had been taken away by a woman from the Welsh family, but the weight of the moment stayed behind. The Welsh had taken over power forcefully from the pack’s elders. Having them take over power again was not something the pack members were prepared to deal with. It was a difficult situation for the entire pack and the uncertainty made it even more difficult for them to move on. They could not kick Doria Welsh away if she indeed carried the next Alpha of the pack. If alpha Glint had put in writing that she was to rule the pack before her son came of age, why did her family have to first forcefully take over power? Why wasn't this information presented for the entire pack to see?The elders moved into a closed circle.“This changes the balance,” one elder said.“It brings the Welsh family back into power,” another replied.“We fought ha

The Sauna pack grounds were tense and restless.Smoke hung in the air from fires that had burned through the night. Guards stood at every corner. Warriors moved with unease, holding their weapons but unsure of who they were meant to fight.Rowland stood near the central hall with his men around him. His presence alone pressed fear into the pack. His eyes moved over the people as if counting them, judging them.The elders stood together, whispering among themselves. Their faces showed strain and worry. The siege had worn them down. Hunger and fear had made them weak.Before Rowland could speak again, Doria stepped forward.Her movement caught attention at once.She lifted her head and walked into the open space between Rowland and the elders. She did not bow. She did not lower her eyes.Rowland turned to her slowly.“And who are you to step forward,” he asked.Doria did not flinch. “I am Doria Welsh.”Some murmurs moved through the crowd.“I speak for the Sauna pack,” she said clearly.

Morning came slowly over the Crystal pack, but rest had not touched the land. The night before had been filled with pacing guards, low voices, and the sound of weapons being checked again and again. Fires burned longer than usual, casting long shadows on the walls of the pack house. Wolves moved with care, eyes sharp, ears alert, as if the ground itself was listening.Inside the council hall, the air felt thick.Kendrick stood at the center of the room. His back was straight, his shoulders firm, his face calm. Yet those who knew him well could see the tension beneath the surface. His wolf was awake. His mind was awake. Nothing about this moment allowed rest.Rina stood beside him. She wore a simple gown, pale in color, fitting her place as Luna. Her hands were folded, but her fingers pressed tightly together. Her posture was steady, but her eyes carried weight. She was not just Luna. She was a mother. She was a woman who had already lost peace once and was now watching it slip again.

The first warning came with the wind.Scouts returned at dawn, their faces pale, their steps rushed. The Crystal pack was already awake, but the air changed when the report spread. Rowland’s forces had reached the outer lines. Not whispers. Not threats. Bodies and boots and weapons moving together.The war had arrived.Kendrick stood on the eastern rise, looking down at the forest path that cut toward Crystal land. His warriors gathered behind him in steady lines. No shouting. No panic. Only tight jaws and ready hands.“They are closer than expected,” a scout said.Kendrick nodded. “They were pushed forward.”“Or driven,” the scout replied.Kendrick did not answer. He lifted his hand, and the signal was sent.Horns sounded across the land. Low and long. The sound rolled through trees and stone, reaching every den and hall.Rina was already moving.She stood near the inner grounds, where families gathered in confusion. Mothers pulled children close. Elders leaned on staffs. Fear sat he

The ground was wet. It was not wet with rain. It was wet with the blood of men who had died for reasons they did not fully understand. The mud was thick and black. It clung to boots and dragged down the weary. The sky above was gray. Smoke rose in pillars from the burning tents in the distance. The air tasted of iron and ash. It was a bitter taste.Kendrick moved through the chaos. He did not look at the faces of the fallen. He did not look at the soldiers who ran past him with fear in their eyes. He was looking for one thing. He was looking for one man. The noise of the battle was loud. Metal clashed against metal. Men screamed in pain and anger. But to Kendrick the world was silent. His heart beat a slow rhythm against his ribs. It was a heavy drum.He saw him.Rowland stood near the edge of the trench. He was not the brother Kendrick had shown mercy. The boy who used to laugh at the dinner table was gone. The young man who had once raced him through the woods was gone. This man was