All Chapters of Entangled with the Savage Alpha King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ava's POV Morning sunlight spilled through the narrow windows, but it only added to my discomfort. I had spent the last week trying to shake the anxiety that sat heavy in my gut, a constant reminder that something was about to change—something monumental. Elora’s presence should have eased that fear, but all I felt was the overwhelming sensation of something monumental pressing down on me.Elora stood beside me, trying to keep the conversation light as we discussed everything going on in the pack. She was upbeat, her voice a steady comfort, but something in my hazy state picked up on her subtle glances. Each time I moaned slightly, Elora’s eyes widened in concern.“You okay, Luna?” she finally asked, her tone shifting to something that matched the worry in her eyes. “You don’t look so good.”“I think—” My voice trembled slightly. “I think it’s happening.” The words spilled out in a rush, the heat of realization washing over me as I pressed a hand to my stomach. The sensation of pain

Dylan's POV He turned, offering a weak but familiar grin. “Heard you were having a little meeting. Just checking in.”“Checking in?” I walked towards him. “You just woke up from being damn near dead. Your place is in the clinic, not wandering around here.” I tried to keep my voice firm, but the underlying concern was hard to mask.He pushed himself off the windowsill, taking a few steady steps towards me. “I’ve rested enough, Dylan. Lying there does nothing but make you think too much.” He stopped a few feet away, his gaze direct. “Look, I know you’re my Alpha, and I’m your Beta… but could we talk for a minute? Just as friends?”I hesitated. Shifting back to ‘just friends’ felt… somehow. Especially when it was coming from Kane. I understand what he wanted to talk about must be really important—at least to him. It had to be for him to ask for speaking as a friend.Seeing my hesitation, Kane’s expression softened slightly. “Please, Dylan. There’s something I need to say, and it’s bette

Ava's POVMy patience, already stretched thin by sleep deprivation and worry about Tom, snapped. “Enough,” I said, my voice cutting through the murmurs, infused with Luna's authority I was still learning to wield. It wasn’t a roar, but it was firm, unmistakable. The room fell silent again, though the resentment in some faces was palpable.I looked at them, meeting their gaze directly. “I understand your concerns about tradition and lineage,” I said, my voice calmer now but unwavering. “However, I do not choose my officials based solely on who their parents were. I choose them based on their capability, their loyalty, and what they can offer this pack.”I paused, letting my words sink in. “I have observed Ryan since I came here. He is strong, capable, and level-headed. He thinks clearly under pressure. He has the right temperament for leadership.”I hadn’t just ‘observed’ him. I had done my homework. In the quiet hours of the night, while my pups slept, I had been poring over pack his

Ava's POVIndeed what he said was true. There was something in the air. And it definitely wasn't smoke. When I first inhaled it, I could feel it seeping into my brain and my eyes almost turned hazy. I suddenly felt myself weakening, and that was why I had to cover my nose.Although, part of the acrid smell of smoke still managed to seep past my hands. Even as I tried to block it out, it seeped into my lungs, making every breath a struggle. I could feel the panic coursing through me, a tightening grip around my chest that threatened to suffocate me. Kyle was still motionless on the ground, and even though I had felt that flicker of life beneath my fingers, the fear that clawed at my heart wouldn’t let go.“Luna, we can’t stay here!” Ryan urged again, urgency slicing through the chaos that surrounded us. I could hear the distant sounds of howling—the enemy wolves were still very much upon us. It sounded like it was coming from the south gate, the place where I had sent Ben, the leader o

Ava's POV I sat curled up on the worn couch in the main room of the pack house, pulling a rough wool blanket around my shoulders, even though the room wasn't cold. The chill was inside me, a deep, bone-aching cold that nothing seemed to warm. Elora sat quietly beside me, her hand resting gently on my knee. Mitchell was perched on the arm of a nearby chair, her gaze distant, her usual sharp energy muted. They didn’t say much, and I was grateful for it. There were no words that could make this better. Their silent presence was enough, a small comfort in the vast emptiness that had opened up inside me.I just sat there, staring at nothing, the images of the attack flashing behind my eyes. The chaos, the fear, the moment Elora told me… my little boys, gone. Xenia was safe, thank the Goddess, sleeping soundly in a room under the watchful eye of one of the older pack mothers. But the thought of Harry and Ethan, out there, somewhere, with whoever had taken them… it was a nightmare I couldn'