All Chapters of The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 18: The Roots BeneathRaven paced the hidden chamber beneath the eastern wing of the palace once her mother’s sanctum, now her war room. Ancient maps littered the stone table, flickering under the dim blue light of enchanted lanterns. Each mark, each symbol, was a thread in the tangled web she was slowly unraveling.Thorne leaned against the far wall, arms crossed. He watched her move like a storm barely held at bay."You're not sleeping again," he said."I can't," Raven muttered, brushing her fingers over an old sigil drawn in charcoal. “Every time I close my eyes, I see the Hollow Fae clawing their way through our borders. And someone in this palace is holding the door open.”"Corin believes you.""For now. But belief fades when pressure builds."Thorne stepped forward and placed a hand over hers, stilling it. "Then we make them believe permanently. Show them what happens when they bet against the Queen.”She gave a tired smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “You sound lik

Chapter 20: The Quiet Between StormsThe morning after Elandra’s arrest was deceptively calm.A gentle breeze stirred the curtains in Raven’s chambers, carrying the distant sound of bells. The city had learned of the betrayal. Whispers spread like wildfire, but for once, they weren’t about whether a human could rule or if Raven was too young, too reckless.They were about her strength.She stood barefoot on the cold marble floor, wrapped in a silken robe. The dagger she’d used yesterday rested on the table beside her untouched breakfast. She hadn’t slept. Her mind hadn’t allowed it.The weight of her crown wasn’t just political. It was personal.A knock came, firm, steady. She didn’t have to ask who it was.“Come in.”Thorne entered, dressed in a dark tunic that somehow made him look more dangerous than his armor ever had. His eyes softened the moment they found hers.“I heard you didn’t sleep.”Raven shrugged, turning back toward the window. “Didn’t feel like dreaming.”Thorne wal

Chapter 22 — Blood in the ShadowsThe forest was too quiet.Not the soft, natural quiet of nightfall, but the kind that presses against your ears like a held breath. The kind that means something is watching you.Raven’s boots sank into damp earth, each step slow, deliberate. Her wolf prowled beneath her skin, restless, hackles raised. The copper tang of blood rode the breeze faint at first, then stronger, sharper, until it burned the back of her throat.Luca’s presence at her back was a steady shadow, his hand brushing the hilt of his blade. “That’s not rogue blood,” he murmured.“No,” Raven replied, eyes narrowing as she scanned the darkness between the trees. “It’s ours.”The two of them moved faster, silent as predators. The scent grew thicker, heavier, until the shadows ahead shifted, revealing a body slumped against the roots of an ancient oak.One of their patrol guards.Raven knelt beside him, pressing two fingers to the torn flesh at his throat. The blood was still warm. Whoe

Chapter 24 — The War RoomBy the time they reached the packhouse, dawn was breaking. The forest’s mist still clung to Raven’s hair, curling in the heat of her skin. She hadn’t shifted fully back yet her claws and sharpened eyes stayed, a silent warning to anyone foolish enough to speak out of turn.The war room doors slammed shut behind her.Luca took position at her right, Ragnar at her left, though he was clearly still adjusting to the fact that his night had gone from quiet walk to near death ambush. His shirt was torn, his throat bearing the faint line where the blade had kissed his skin.“Report,” Raven snapped.Maps lay across the table, pins marking border patrols, scouting routes, and trouble spots. One of her lieutenants a broad shouldered she-wolf named Kara stepped forward. “No sightings before the attack. The scarred one’s scent disappears just beyond the eastern ridge. Someone covered their trail.”“Someone inside,” Luca growled.The words made the room tighten like

Chapter 26 — Marked by the PastRaven stared at the black pelt nailed to the tree, her claws curling in until they nearly pierced her palms.The coppery tang of blood clung to the air, thick and fresh, making her wolf strain at the edges of her control.Her warriors stood back, wary. They knew that stillness in her it meant something dangerous was coming.Bootsteps crunched behind her. Ragnar.She didn’t turn, but she felt his presence the moment he stopped a pace away. His scent shifted, gone was the steady calm she’d learned to read in him. In its place was something darker. Recognition.“You’ve seen this before,” she said without looking at him.Silence.Her gaze cut to him sharply. His eyes weren’t on he they were locked on the sigil carved into the pelt. Not with shock. Not with curiosity. With the bone deep hatred of someone staring at the face of an old enemy.“What do you know?” she demanded.His jaw flexed. “Enough to tell you this isn’t just a warning. It’s a declaration