All Chapters of Alpha's Little Secret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

KAELFor a full five seconds after I whispered River's name, it was impossible for me to breathe.The square was still roaring in celebration. Drums were being played, and the people cheered while the elders chanted blessings. But for me, everything had gone silent.I could only stare at the place where River had stood. White hair, and purple eyes. There was no way that was not my mate... no, no, he wasn't my mate anymore if we were being real.My wolf slammed against my ribs, snarling and howling. He did not like that sentence.Mine.I took a step forward, then another, before someone bumped into me from the side, jolted bt the crowds excitement. The distraction lasted less than a second, but it was more than enough time. When I looked back, the space beyond the torches was empty.Completely empty.No white haired man watching me like a ghost dragged out of memory."Shit." I tightened my jaw, fingers curled into fists that were so hard the fresh cut in my paln split open again, blood

RIVERMy palms practically burned where they pressed against Kael’s chest.The heartbeat under my fingers were like ear drums, so furious and alive, and way too loud in this forest. I should push.One solid shove, one step back into the shadows, and this would end before it cause more problems than it was worth. I had come to this pack with the sole intention of doing my job and nothing more."No side tracks," Storm had practically glued the warning to my head. "No getting with that alpha of yours. Get in, and get out. We have bigger things to worry about."But Kael’s hand was practically iron at the nape of my neck, his fingers twisted so deep in my hair, nailing me exactly where I stood. His fucking mouth was his weapon... crushing, and claiming me at the same time."I'm so sorry, Storm," I thought.I could taste the fury on Kael’s tongue, felt it in the way those broad shoulders crowded me backward until my spine met the rough bark of the tree.I tried.Goddess help me, I tried to

RIVERThere was something really beautiful about the outskirts of Kael’s pack.Perhaps it was the calmness.Currently, I stood high in the trees, balanced easily along a thick branch that overlooked the boundary line. Since I became more accustomed to how magic worked, it was easier for me to detect the wards here. They were older, woven with the pack magic and that blood ritual thing they did every year.Brent's men were stationed in pairs at measured intervals, all of them alert and armed, ready to strike without thinking.Brutes.It was a marvelous thing that they were unable to see me. I had wrapped myself in this thin shimmer of distortion... almost like invisibility. Anyone who saw me would slide their eyes over me without registering what they saw.Which made it easier for my trap to work. A subtle little thing, a few yards from where the guards patrolled, with crescent of sigils carved shallowly into the bark and soil, barely visible unless you knew what to look for.No one he

RIVERThe air twisted around me as I stepped through it.For one dizzying second, the world felt like it was folding in on itself... the trees were bending, shadows stretching, and the ground tilted beneath my feet. Then I reappeared and immediately stumbled."Shit..."My boot caught on a rock, and I barely managed to stop myself from collapsing face-first into the dirt. I staggered forward two uneven steps before dropping heavily onto one knee.Pain flared sharply through my side."Fuck..." I hissed through my teeth and pressed a hand against the wound where that damn creature's claws had torn into me earlier. My fingers came away slick with blood.“Fantastic,” I muttered under my breath.The campsite was quiet except for the faint crackle of a dying fire. A moment later, a voice broke the silence.“You’re late.”I slowly lifted my head.Across the small clearing, sitting cross-legged beside the fire, was a woman whom currently had silver beads woven into her hair. She held onto a w

KAELI crouched beside the ward stone, brushing dirt from the ancient markings carved onto its surface.The stone itself was older than the pack territory... older than the alpha den, older than all the trees that surrounded it. Symbols spiralled across the surface in a pattern only first ever werewolves who had made it would truly understand. To me, it mostly looked like scratches in rock, but I had learned long ago from my father that those scratches were the difference between safety and slaughter.I was yet to see the rock in any real action.Brent stood a few paces away, his arms crossed as he examined the faint shimmer of the ward line stretching through the trees.“We should reinforce the eastern boundary twice,” Brent said. “If someone wanted to test the pack’s defences, this is the easiest entry point.”I nodded slowly. “I know.”My voice came out quieter than usual.The past days had been... strange and uneasy, with all the tightening of the borders, increasing patrols, and