All Chapters of THE ALPHA FIERCE LUNA: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

SERENA’S POV It has been days since we sent reinforcements. The training grounds were alive before the sun had fully risen, wolves running drills, sparring until sweat gleamed on their skin, arrows thudding into targets at the far edge. Lucious barked orders from the center, his presence a calm but commanding force. “Again!” he snapped as two warriors collided, one tumbling into the dirt. “If you fall like that in the real fight, you won’t get back up. Again!” Kael stood near the edge of the grounds, arms crossed, his sharp gaze missing nothing. His presence alone kept every warrior standing straighter, fighting harder. I moved along the perimeter, watching, offering a word or nod here and there. Every wolf I passed met my eyes with the same mixture of respect and quiet determination. They weren’t afraid. They were ready. Lucious caught my eye briefly, giving a single nod before turning back to his warriors. “This will not be a battle of strength alone,” he said, his voice carr

SERENA’S POV The horns still echoed through the forest when Kael and I reached the gates, Alpha Torren arrived a day before the agreed-upon date. Mist clung to the ground, curling like ghostly fingers around the roots of the great pines. The air was sharp, electric, and filled with the sound of movement, paws thundering, armor clinking, low growls vibrating through the trees. “Open the gates,” Kael commanded, his voice carrying like thunder. The massive wooden doors creaked as they swung outward. And then they came. Alpha Torren’s wolves emerged from the forest in perfect formation, dozens upon dozens of them, their pelts dark and silver, their armor polished until it caught the rising sun. Behind them came his soldiers in human form, carrying spears, shields, and banners bearing Torren’s crest. It was not just an army, it was a statement. The ground trembled under their approach. At the center rode Alpha Torren himself, tall and broad-shouldered, with a presence that demanded

SERENA’S POV Night had fallen, but the packhouse was alive with light. Torches and lanterns bathed the courtyard in gold, turning the wooden tables into gleaming rivers of food and wine. The smell of roasted meat, honeyed bread, and spiced cider filled the air, so thick and warm it felt like you could drink it. Somewhere in the distance, a flute trilled, accompanied by the beat of a hand drum. I stood at the edge of it all for a moment, watching. Wolves from three different packs mingled together, laughing, sharing mugs of ale, telling stories. There was no tension, no wary stares, only the strange and beautiful sight of warriors who would be on the battlefield tomorrow, sitting side by side tonight. Kael came up behind me, his hand brushing my lower back. “You did this,” he said softly, his voice full of something that felt dangerously like pride. “We did this,” I corrected, turning to meet his gaze. “You gave them something to fight for, Kael. Tonight just reminds them why.” T

SERENA’S POV The sky was still gray when the first horn split the silence. This time, it wasn’t a call to prepare. It was the alarm. I sat bolt upright, heart already racing, as Kael threw aside the furs. Outside, the camp was alive with sound boots pounding the ground, wolves barking orders, the metallic hiss of swords drawn from their sheaths. The earth itself seemed to tremble. “They’re here.” Kael’s voice was a growl, sharp and cold as steel. We dressed quickly, and I followed him into the yard. The air was raw with smoke. From the eastern ridge, black plumes rose into the dim dawn, carried by the wind like an omen. The Alpha King’s army had come. Lines of warriors filled the clearing, three packs standing as one. Torren’s wolves adjusted their weapon, Lucious’s men tightened their grips on heavy shields, and Kael’s soldiers stood at the front, grim and unflinching. The unity we had built now forged itself into a wall of resolve. Kael’s voice cut across the chaos. “Positio