All Chapters of Entangled with the Savage Alpha King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ava's POV “Kane is right,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “They won’t take Xenia. Not while I’m still breathing. Not while any of us are still standing.” The determination hardening in my voice was a fragile shield against the fear that gnawed at me. I wouldn't lose her too. The thought was a physical blow, a raw wound that wouldn't heal.Mitchell nodded, her eyes burning with fierce intensity. “I didn’t intend to watch it happen either, Ava,” she said, her voice firm. “I’ve spent years running from Georgia, from her dark path. But not anymore. Whatever tricks she thinks she can pull, whatever spell she believes she knows… it won’t work on me. Not this time.”The raw grief threatened to overwhelm me again. I sank back onto the bed, the damp cloth on Xenia’s forehead suddenly cold and insignificant against the burning anguish in my heart. “What does she want from them, Mitchell? What does she want from my pups?” I choked out, the words barely audible above the ragged gasps of my

Dylan's POVMy gaze locked with Ava’s, a silent battle of wills played out across the sparsely furnished room. My officials stood behind me, their expressions mirroring my own controlled neutrality. But inside, my wolf was a caged beast, clawing to break free. It wanted to reach out, to pull her into my arms, to feel the familiar comfort of her presence. To touch the soft skin of her cheek and kiss those beautiful lips I'd once known so intimately. God, how I missed her.I schooled my features, maintaining the expressionless mask I’d perfected over years of leading Moonstone Pack. I kept my wolf at bay; he wanted to leap out, to hug her, to devour her with kisses. But I had to maintain control. This was Ava, after all, my ex-mate, the one I rejected and banished. The woman who had shattered my world, the woman who had the guts to cheat with her ex while I was away. That was something I had not forgiven her for.“What do you want, Ava?” I asked, my voice carefully controlled, devoid of

Dylan's POV The bell’s sharp clang indicates they have made us, so we didn't need to lie low anymore. My wolf roared to life, a urge to shift and tear at these wolves was all it yearned but I calmed it down. That time would come. Sylvester's wolves, caught completely off guard, were no match for the fury that erupted. It was a brutal, chaotic attack of teeth and claws, a pool of fur and snarls. I moved swiftly, going to where the fight was the thickest, my Alpha blood pulsing through me, a raw, untamed energy fueling my every strike. My eyes scanned the battlefield, assessing the situation. I was trying to look for Sylvester. “If anyone see Sylvester or Georgia, leave them for me,” I told my pack fighters through a mindlink. Just then, my eyes fell on the person I was looking for. Georgia! Her face contorted in a grimace of concentration, was attempting to use her powers, I could tell from the way her hands stretch. But the power surging within me, the very essence of my own

Ava's POVThe phone call ended, leaving a cold, heavy silence in the forest clearing. Jake’s words echoed in my ears, a chilling promise of violence mixed with a twisted declaration. My body trembled, but a stubborn fire was building inside me, stronger than the fear. He wanted me? He thought he could just take me, like some kind of prize, and in return, my babies would be safe? He was out of his mind.Dylan was raging beside me. I could feel the waves of his fury rolling off him. He wanted to go after Jake himself, tear him apart. But Jake had made it clear. He wanted me. He wanted me to come alone.“I’m going,” I said, my voice shaky but firm. Dylan’s head snapped towards me, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and concern. “Are you crazy? Alone? No, Ava. Absolutely not. I’m going with you.”“He said alone, Dylan,” I insisted, trying to keep my voice steady. It was hard. Every part of me screamed for Dylan’s protection, for his strength beside me. But Jake’s threat had been ter

Ava's POV Fear was a cold knot in my stomach, but beneath it, something else was stirring. Kyle’s voice echoed in my mind, the calm, steady rhythm of his instructions during our training sessions. “Always look for the opening, Ava. Anticipate. Use their panic against them.” He’d taught me how to fight, not with brute strength like the shifters, but with speed, focus, and using whatever I could. He’d taught me how to disarm.Jake was distracted, focused on the phone, on the approaching light, on his own rising panic. His grip on the gun wasn’t as steady as it had been. His arm was extended, his attention split. An opening.My body reacted before my mind could fully process it. A quick, sharp twist of my wrist, using the leverage Kyle had taught me. A sudden, unexpected movement. Jake yelled, surprised, his grip faltering for just a second. It was all I needed.My hand clamped down on his, shoving the barrel of the gun away from my head and downwards. With a desperate heave, I twisted