All Chapters of The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Talia’s POV I didn’t wait for permission. The moment the guard turned his back, the moment the echo of his boots faded down the corridor a bit, I made my move. I had spent my entire life learning how to survive in rooms like the one my father was calling me to. How to smile when cornered and how to bow without breaking, how to disappear while standing in plain sight.Being the Alpha Princess of Stormdawn had taught me that much, being my father’s daughter had done even more, if nothing else. But this time, survival didn’t mean composure. It meant escape. At that point, I gripped the guard by the neck taking him unawares and then touched the point in his jugular that I knew would be the point to put him to sleep. When I was sure he was down, he slipped through the servants’ passageways, the ones my father never bothered to learn because they were built for people he didn’t see. My pulse pounded in my ears, every shadow was a threat, every sound was a blade waiting to drop. The c

Talia’s POV “I’d thought you’d want me here,” I said softly. “Afterall we were in this together… would you want your associates to be left high and dry?”Seraphina’s gaze flickered. Just for a second. “Circumstances change and ours have changed already. The moment our hidden business became public… we ceased being associates.” The doors behind her opened wider. “You can come in,” she said. “But understand this, Alpha Princess: if you bring Damon’s attention down on us any further, you will not leave Redwind alive.” She whispered. “That’s my promise to you, Alpha Princess Talia.” I stepped past her, pulse roaring in my ears. This wasn’t what I had planned. This was not the safety I sought when I ran away from Stormdawn. This was another cage… just without the humiliation of people that bowed to me. As the doors closed behind me with one of the omegas taking me to my room far from the main quarters. The weight of the situation settled deep in my bones. I had run from my father’

Darius’s POV Power never announced itself with thunder. It arrived quietly, through procedure,‘precedent and the careful misuse of words that sounded harmless to the dull lesser minds into agreement. I had learned that lesson early on, long before Damon was even coronated as the Alpha of Redwind. Long before the Moon Goddess had complicated matters for our family by choosing the wrong son. The old council chamber in the Redwind mansion was already half full when I entered. That alone told me everything I needed to know. Elder Bragg sat at the far end of the moon styled table, spine straight and with his fingers folded. His expression was carved from stone, his wife occupied the seat beside him despite having no formal authority. That was an intentional breach meant to provoke, to normalize defiance before it was officially sanctioned. He was making his own moves and marking his own territory, wings that I would clip off when the time was right. Several elders leaned towards on

Seraphina’s POV I heard him before I saw him. Darius had a particular laugh when things went exactly how he wanted it, the laugh would start off low, almost disbelieving then it would grow louder and freer like a man who had finally realized he was a winner. It echoed down the corridor before the doors to our living quarters even opened, and by the time he stepped inside the room, his joy shined brightly. He shut the doors behind him and laughed again. I barely had time to rise up from my seat before he crossed the room in three long strides, his hands already on me, lifting me cleanly off the ground. I let out a surprised laugh as he spun me around once then the second time. He had the tail of my dress flaring, my feet leaving all sense of gravity behind and flailing in the air giddily. “Darius,” I said, breathless, laughing despite myself. He set me down only to pull me into a tight embrace, his heart pounding hard against my chest. “We’re in,” he said, almost breathless too

Alpha Harrick Wrenfield’s POV The silence in Stormdawn had become insulting. I stood at the tall windows of my study, my hands clasped behind my back, staring down at the inner courtyard of my palace. My guards moved with too much caution and very little confidence. The stone beneath my feet had been laid by my own grandfather and the banners on the walls carried victories that were older than most packs. And yet, here I was waiting on the news of my own daughter like a man who had misplaced a trinket instead of a whole Alpha Princess. “Still nothing, Alpha,” one of the guards finally said, his voice was careful, as if scared not to annoy me. Too careful. I didn’t turn. “Search again.” “Sire, we have,” another replied quickly. “The outer holdings, the roads the merchants use, even the low territories near the river.” “And what about Redwind?” The first one ales, hesitating. “We could…” I pivoted so sharply that the guard immediately flinched. “No. When did I ask you to do tha