All Chapters of The Alpha's chosen One : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sky was bruised purple by the time I reached the training grounds again, the sun bleeding into the horizon like a dying ember. Warriors moved in rigid formations, their steps sharp, their faces tense. The air crackled with unrest, and every instinct in my body screamed that the peace of the past few hours was nothing more than a thin thread stretched too tight.I had only been away from the healer’s hut for a short while, and yet it felt like a lifetime since I’d stood face-to-face with Liam. His words still echoed in my skull, a relentless whisper.The moment we complete the bond, their power over this war ends.A ridiculous statement. Infuriating. Impossible.And yet—My wolf had reacted.Not violently. Not angrily.But with recognition.That was what terrified me most.“Alpha,” Orion called, pulling me from my thoughts. “The scouts from the southern ridge have returned.”I nodded and headed toward them. Two wolves stood at attention near the center of the clearing, both dusted

The morning air was colder than usual.A thin layer of mist curled over the earth, drifting between the cabins like pale ghosts. The pack grounds were quiet—too quiet. Even the birds seemed to have decided it was safer not to be heard today. I stepped outside, inhaling deeply, letting the chill clear my thoughts. Sleep had been a luxury I didn’t have last night. Not with enemy wolves edging closer to our borders… and not with Liam still unconscious.My wolf stirred beneath my skin the moment I thought his name.We should be with him.We should be everywhere, I answered silently. But I can’t protect him if I don’t protect the pack first.I forced myself to turn away from the healer’s cabin. Duty first. Personal feelings later.Or never.The training grounds stretched wide ahead of me. Rows of warriors stood in formation, their expressions grim. Weapons gleamed under the weak sunlight. Orion stood at the front, barking orders, but he paused when I approached.“Alpha.” He bowed his head,

The night wind sliced through the trees as I stepped out of the pack house, the air tense with the scent of anticipation and something sharper—fear. Not mine. The pack’s. Their unease pulsed through the grounds like a second heartbeat, vibrating beneath my skin, tugging at instincts older than my own name.The war wasn’t here yet, but its footsteps were echoing closer.I inhaled deeply, letting the cold sharpen my senses. Patrols were already in formation, wolves slipping through the shadows with trained precision. The moon hung low, pale and watchful, like it knew what was coming.My boots barely made a sound as I moved toward the southern training grounds. I needed space, air, noise—anything to silence the thoughts clawing at me ever since Liam arrived broken and unconscious at our borders.Mate.The word still scraped against the walls of my mind, raw and unwelcome. I didn’t want a mate. I didn’t need one. And yet, every time I closed my eyes, I felt him.A tug.A warmth.A presenc

The training grounds were already alive with movement when I arrived, the morning sun blazing across the hard-packed dirt. Warriors sparred in pairs, the air filled with the sharp crack of bodies colliding, the thud of fists meeting flesh, and the low growls of dominance. This was where the strength of my pack was forged—under pressure, discipline, and the weight of my expectations.And today… Liam was stepping into that fire.My mate.My unwanted, unavoidable mate.He followed behind me quietly, steps light but uncertain. I could feel his nerves through the bond, a fluttering undercurrent brushing against my chest. It irritated me how easily his emotional state reached me. I was Alpha—nothing was supposed to touch me unless I allowed it.But he did.He always did.The warriors stopped when they noticed him. Eyes dragged over him—curious, judgmental, some openly dismissive. A few murmured to each other.“That’s the outsider?”“Alpha brought him?”“He looks too soft.”“Why’s she wastin

The evening sky burned with streaks of orange and violent red, the kind of sunset that warned of storms long before thunder ever touched the earth. The air tasted sharp, electric, as if the wind itself sensed something was coming—something it wanted to flee from.I felt it too.A strange pull beneath my ribs.A tension, tight and trembling.And it was coming from him.Liam.He had been distant since morning training. Quiet… too quiet. Even the bond, usually warm like a gentle hand on my chest, now pulsed with something uneven—shaky and unsteady, like a heartbeat forced out of rhythm.I followed that pull to the edge of the northern woods. Shadows stretched long between the pines, dark and silent. I could smell him—his scent, familiar and calming—twisted now with something wild, something dangerously unstable.“Liam?” I called softly.No response.My wolf bristled inside me. Something is wrong.I stepped into the clearing, branches crunching beneath my boots.That’s when I saw him.Sta