Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Chapter Forty-Two: Quiet Between StormsThe compound settled under heavy but watchful eyes, quiet as the moon rose high, silver light glinting off the frost that clung to the earth like a warning. Inside, the pack rested uneasily, warriors sleeping near weapons, Thorne’s wolves taking turns on patrol beside Loki and Luca’s teams. Trust was fragile but growing, held together by necessity and the unspoken understanding that they were stronger together. Shadow was quiet, ears down, but watchful as Raven moved through the halls, checking doors, nodding to warriors who blinked sleepily but refused to rest fully. In the kitchen, Maya stirred a pot of broth, her small hands careful as she worked under Nico’s watchful eye. “She insisted,” Nico said quietly when Raven paused, arching an eyebrow. “She’s strong,” Raven replied, ruffling Maya’s hair gently. “Thank you.” Maya beamed, the gap in her front teeth making her smile even brighter before she returned to stirring, determined to

Chapter Forty-Four: Binding TiesThe sun dipped low, painting the compound in hues of gold and fire as warriors finished drills, laughter and exhaustion in their voices as they packed away weapons. Smoke curled from the kitchens where Nico and Maya helped prepare the evening meal, the scent of roasted meat and herbs drifting on the cold breeze.Shadow was calm beneath Raven’s skin, watchful but at ease, sensing the shift in the air as the pack prepared for something more than just another meal.Near the bonfire pit, Raven stood with Ragnar and Luca as Thorne approached, his wolves forming a loose circle around him, shoulders tense, uncertainty in their eyes despite the strength in their posture.Raven let her gaze sweep over them, these wolves who had survived on the edges, who had chosen to stand with them when they could have run. She saw the way they watched her warriors, the way they guarded Maya when she ran past with a bowl, the way they nodded to Loki and Luca in quiet respect.

Chapter Forty-Six: Quiet Hearts The compound was quiet in the small hours of the night, the embers in the bonfire outside glowing softly as the last warriors drifted to their quarters, laughter and warmth lingering in the cold air. Inside Raven’s chambers, the hush was comforting, the crackle of the fireplace filling the space with gentle warmth. Raven stood by the window, her eyes tracing the frost patterns forming on the glass, the moonlight painting silver across her dark hair. Shadow was quiet within her, calm, content, a soft purr of peace that she rarely allowed herself to feel. Behind her, Ragnar watched, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes soft as they followed every movement she made. “You’re thinking too loud again,” he said quietly. Raven huffed a small laugh, not turning, her fingers brushing along the cold glass. “How can I not? Everything’s changing.” “For the better,” Ragnar replied, pushing away from the door to step toward her. “Maybe.” Her voice d

Chapter Forty-Eight: Warnings in the SnowThe snow was falling steadily, blanketing the compound in white as dawn crept across the horizon, turning the world to gold and silver. The scent of frost and pine mixed with the crisp air, the stillness deceptive in its calm.Inside, the healer’s room was warm, the crackle of the fire grounding as Raven stood beside Kael’s cot, Ragnar close by, Luca pacing quietly near the door.Kael stirred, a groan slipping past his lips as his eyes fluttered open, confusion flickering across his face before his gaze found Raven. “You’re safe,” he rasped. “You’re safe now too,” Raven replied softly, though her eyes were sharp, Shadow pulsing beneath her skin. “Kael, tell me everything you know about this Wraith.”Kael swallowed, shifting painfully as he pushed himself to sit, Ragnar stepping forward to steady him before retreating, his eyes were watchful."He’s not just some rogue leader,” Kael began, his voice hoarse. “He’s… organized. Ruthless. He’s b

Chapter Fifty: Tracks in the Snow The cold snow bit against Raven’s cheeks as she moved through the pines, the hush of snow beneath her boots the only sound as dawn light filtered through the snow-laced branches. The air was sharp, carrying the scent of pine, earth, and distant smoke from the compound’s fires. Luca walked beside her, eyes scanning the treeline, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. Behind them, Thorne and Kael followed, the new warriors moving silently along the ridges, learning the land, learning Shadowstorm’s ways. They had come to check the traps along the southern border, reinforcing lines and ensuring no gaps remained. It had become routine, the pack working seamlessly, preparing for whatever The Wraith might send. But today, the snow told a different story. “Here,” Kael called softly, crouching near a narrow game trail. His gloved hand brushed across a fresh track, the outline of a large paw pressed deep into the snow, the claws digging in as if the