All Chapters of The Alpha's chosen One : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kael – First Person POVI knew something was wrong the moment the silence stopped answering me.For weeks—no, moons—I had felt it. That presence curling around my thoughts like smoke, whispering certainty where doubt once lived. Power where weakness had eaten me alive. Every choice I made, every step I took away from Selene, away from the pack, had felt justified because it was there, murmuring that I was right. That I was owed. That I was becoming more than what the Moon had ever intended for me to be.But now?Now the silence screamed.I stood alone at the edge of the northern ruins, the air sharp with rot and old magic. My breath fogged in front of me, uneven, shallow. The mark burned beneath my skin—not the Moon’s blessing, but the twisted brand the Unbound had carved into my soul without my realizing when, exactly, I had agreed to it.You called, I said into the dark, my voice rough. I came.Nothing answered.The Unbound had never ignored me before.That was when the truth cracke

Selene POVThe silence Eron left behind was heavier than his screams.It clung to the pack hall long after he was dragged away, settling into the stone, the banners, the very air we breathed. No one spoke. No one moved. Even the Moonlight filtering through the windows seemed to hesitate, as if the Moon herself were holding her breath.I stood where I was, heart pounding, my wolf restless beneath my skin.One traitor exposed by accident.Which meant the rest would be more careful.“Return to your quarters,” I finally ordered, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “All of you. No one leaves the territory without my permission. Guards will be doubled. Patrols will rotate every two hours.”The pack obeyed immediately—too immediately. Heads bowed, footsteps quick and quiet as they dispersed. Fear does that. It sharpens obedience, but it also breeds secrets.I watched them go, memorizing faces, scents, body language. Who avoided my gaze. Who lingered too long. Who left too fas

Selene POVThe pack has never felt this quiet.Not the peaceful kind—the dangerous kind, where silence stretches too long and every shadow feels like it’s listening. Even the wind seems cautious, whispering through the trees instead of howling freely. I stand at the heart of the training grounds, arms crossed, eyes sweeping over wolves who refuse to meet my gaze.They’re afraid.And fear is how cracks become fractures.The attempted ward sabotage still hangs over us like a storm cloud. One wolf confessed, yes—but confessions don’t erase intent. They don’t undo the fact that someone inside my pack believed weakening our defenses was acceptable.Or worse—necessary.“Alpha.”I turn to see Aria approaching, her expression sharp, controlled. “Scouts report unusual movement near the southern ridge. No breach, but they’re watching us.”“Of course they are,” I murmur. “The Unbound never misses an opportunity to admire his own chaos.”“He wants you to strike first,” Aria says. “Make a mistake.

Selene POVThe night after the battle refuses to rest.Neither do I.Even with the wounded stabilized and the fallen laid to rest beneath moon-marked stones, the land hums with unrest. It crawls under my skin, sharp and insistent, like the warning growl of a wolf that knows danger is close—but cannot yet see its shape.I stand at the edge of the inner territory, arms crossed tight against my chest, staring into the treeline where darkness gathers too thickly to be natural.The Unbound is still here.Not physically. Not yet.But I feel him.“He’s probing the wards,” Liam says quietly beside me.I don’t turn. I don’t need to. Our bond carries his tension like an echo of my own. “How close?”“Close enough that he wants us to notice.”I exhale slowly. “Then let him know we do.”Behind us, the pack moves with disciplined urgency. New Moon wards glow faintly along the perimeter—stronger than any we’ve ever used before. Warriors rotate in double shifts. Healers whisper prayers under their br

Selene POVWar does not always announce itself with claws and fire.Sometimes, it whispers.The morning after the Unbound reveals himself, my territory feels… wrong. Too quiet. Too careful. Wolves move as if the air itself might bite them if they breathe too loudly. Even the birds keep their distance, circling the skies without landing.Fear has a scent.And it’s spreading.I stand at the council window, watching the pack below. Patrols have doubled. Wards hum constantly, fed by magic and exhaustion. Every face I see is alert—but behind that alertness is doubt.The Unbound didn’t just show himself.He planted questions.“You haven’t slept,” Liam says softly behind me.I don’t turn. “Neither have you.”The bond between us is tight, vibrating like a drawn bowstring. Since last night, it hasn’t loosened once. Every time my heartbeat stutters, his steadies it. Every time his anger spikes, my calm anchors him.They want to break that.“They’ll talk,” Liam continues. “Rethen’s people. Other