All Chapters of The Alpha's chosen One : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kael POVI can still feel the Moon watching me.Even after the crowd disperses.Even after the clearing empties.Even after Selene turns her back on us all.The silver light clings to my skin like a stain I can’t scrub away.I walk without direction, boots crunching against gravel paths I’ve walked a thousand times before. This pack used to feel like home. Every tree, every stone, every breath of air once belonged to me as much as it did to her.Now it feels like I’m trespassing in my own skin.The Moon does not forgive arrogance.Her words echo in my head, sharp and merciless.I clench my fists.Arrogance.Is that what loving her makes me?Is that what years of loyalty, bloodshed, and standing at her side amount to—arrogance?I stop near the edge of the training grounds, where the shadows are thicker and fewer wolves pass. My heart is hammering too hard, too fast. My wolf is restless, pacing, snarling, scraping at the inside of my ribs like it wants out.Not rage.Not yet.Something

I don’t sleep.Not because I can’t—but because I shouldn’t.An Alpha who sleeps while her pack fractures from the inside is already losing.The moon hangs low when I finally leave my chambers, silver light spilling across the stone corridors of the stronghold. Every step echoes too loudly. Every shadow feels like it’s watching.Kael crossing the boundary stone plays on repeat in my mind.The way the bond stretched.The way it resisted.That wasn’t just anger.That was interference.I stop outside the council chamber and inhale slowly, grounding myself. Power settles beneath my skin, steady and cold. Whatever this is, I will face it as Alpha—calm, precise, ruthless if necessary.Inside, only three people wait.Aria.Mira.Orion.My inner circle.The ones I trust with secrets that could tear the pack apart if spoken too loudly.They rise as I enter.“Sit,” I say.They do.I remain standing.“There will be no record of this meeting,” I begin. “No council minutes. No witnesses beyond this

Selene – First Person POVThe bond feels wrong.Not quiet—wrong.It’s like reaching for warmth and touching ice instead. Every breath I take carries the weight of it, pressing against my ribs, a constant reminder that Liam is still unconscious, still fighting the poison burning slowly through his system.I haven’t left his side since the message arrived from the palace.The King is coming.The words echo in my mind as I stand beside Liam’s bed, my fingers curled tightly in the sheets. His skin is pale, lips faintly tinged with blue, lashes resting too still against his cheeks. The healers say the poison was rare—ancient, slow-acting, designed not to kill quickly but to weaken, to humiliate, to linger.A message.My jaw tightens.Someone in my pack wanted him to suffer.My wolf growls low in my chest, restless, furious. I lean closer, pressing my forehead lightly to Liam’s.“I swear,” I whisper, voice shaking despite myself, “whoever did this will answer. To me. To the Moon. To the Kin

Kael POVI don’t remember leaving the hall.One moment I’m standing beneath the Alpha sigils, Selene’s voice cutting through bone and blood, the weight of her authority pressing down on every breath I take—and the next, I’m outside, cold night air burning my lungs as if I’ve been running.Maybe I have.The pack moves around me in shadows and whispers, but no one stops me. No one dares. They look at me differently now. I feel it. Like a shift in the current. Like something sharp has turned beneath the surface.Suspicion.Fear.Or worse—expectation.I clench my fists as I walk deeper into the trees, away from the lights, away from the eyes. My steps slow only when the sounds of the pack fade completely, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the distant cry of night creatures.I press my palm against the bark of an old pine and bow my head.Breathe.I tell myself I did nothing wrong.I didn’t pour the poison. I didn’t plan for Liam to nearly die. I didn’t want blood on my hands.But the t

The air changed before the guards announced him.I felt it in my bones first—an ancient pressure rolling through the pack like a coming storm. Wolves slowed mid-step. Conversations died. Even the wind seemed to hesitate, as if unsure whether it was allowed to move anymore.The King had arrived.I stood on the balcony of the Alpha house, staring down at the courtyard as warriors in royal black and silver poured in through the main gates. Their armor gleamed, etched with moon sigils older than most packs. At their center rode King Alaric—Liam’s father.His presence was overwhelming.Not because of size or weapons, but because of authority. The kind that did not need to be announced. The kind that commanded obedience from blood and bone.My wolf stirred uneasily inside me.He came early, she warned.Yes. He did.The last day wasn’t over yet.I turned sharply and descended the stairs, my cloak brushing against the stone floor. By the time I reached the courtyard, King Alaric had dismounte