All Chapters of Alpha's Heat His To Ruin Hers To Heal: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I stood in the medical bay doorway, watching silver light fill the room while Matron Ysara chanted over Jace's dying body. The ancient words made my teeth ache, like nails on a chalkboard but worse.Eden knelt beside the bed, her whole body shaking. Her arms were covered in fresh burns from the runes she'd carved into her own skin during the rescue. Blood seeped through the bandages Rikka had wrapped around the worst wounds. She looked like she might collapse any second, but her hands never left Jace's chest.The air tasted like copper pennies and something else. Something that reminded me of lightning before it strikes.Outside the windows, dawn was creeping over the compound. Everything felt different now. Like we were living inside a fortress that might fall at any moment. My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing my ribs.Axel was still too weak to lead. Jace was dying. And somehow, everyone kept looking at me for answers I wasn't sure I had. Maybe I was imagining this part

I stood in the compound's garden with my hands clenched into fists as another massive impact shook the ground under my feet. The barrier lights overhead were going crazy now, throwing wild shadows across the compound walls. Through the windows, I could see pack members running to defensive positions. Their faces looked grim, as they all knew our magical protection was about to fail. The anger burning in my chest felt different than before. Not just protective fury, but something deeper. Something that made my teeth ache and my vision sharper. Marcus burst into the garden with his radio in hand, looking excited and confused at the same time. "Calla, you need to hear this," he said, breathing hard. "Social media is going insane. Someone leaked documents about Blake's connections to private military contractors. Financial records, suspicious transactions, the whole thing." He held up his phone, showing me post after post. Official government seals, leaked emails, bank statements that

That's when he appeared in our main hall. The vampire who attempted to compel me in the park. Dante. He moved through our defenders like they were standing still, his pale form weaving between gunfire with supernatural grace. Unlike the other vampires focused on slaughter, he had a specific goal. And with a sinking feeling I could tell what it was. Me. "Hello, little moonkeeper," he said with cold satisfaction, his red eyes locking onto mine across the room. "Blake sends his regards. Time to come home to your husband." The casual way he said it made my blood turn to ice as i recalled a very important information which I had forgotten in the heat of the battle and everything going on which was stupid. This entire assault wasn't just about destroying the pack. It was about capturing me alive and dragging me back to Blake. Every pack member who died tonight was collateral damage in my ex-husband's obsession. Other vampires deferred to Dante's authority, creating space around him as

The new arrival caught the vampire forces completely off guard.Raven's blood magic battle with Ysara had left her unable to respond to the new threat. Her blazing red eyes blazed with frustrated power as she realized what was happening. Silver bullets forced her to abandon her magical position, diving behind concrete barriers as fresh werewolf voices coordinated attacks from the forest.Dante found himself trapped between vengeful werewolves and his original mission to capture me. The extraction plan Blake had paid him to execute was crumbling as coalition forces surrounded the compound.Vampire coordination collapsed as they faced attacks from directions they hadn't expected. What had been assured victory turned into chaotic retreat as the supernatural hunters became the hunted.Realizing her assured victory was slipping away, Raven abandoned her magical duel with Ysara completely.But as she turned to face the coalition forces directly, her burning crimson eyes found mine across th

CallaThe morning light filtered through broken windows in the main hall, casting patterns on the concrete floor that were still stained with black vampire blood. Even though we'd scrubbed most of it away, dark patches remained like reminders of what we'd survived. I sat at the kitchen table with the pack, sharing what felt like the first normal meal we'd had in weeks."Pass the eggs?" Marcus asked, his weathered face more relaxed than I'd seen it since the attack. The weapons master actually smiled when Finn handed him the plate."So," Zara said, stirring her coffee with one hand while scrolling through her phone with the other. "Blake's approval ratings are still dropping. Forty-three percent now.""From what?" Jordan asked through a mouthful of toast."Seventy-two percent last month." Zara's grin was pure satisfaction. "My social media campaign really worked. People really still thinks he's having a breakdown."Finn burst out laughing. "You made an entire country think a senator lo