All Chapters of Alpha Rex.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

She didn’t sleep. Blackthorn didn’t allow it. The fortress breathed around her, stone settling, guards shifting, the low murmur of wolves passing beneath her window. Every sound felt too close, too aware. Like the walls themselves were listening. She lay on her side, staring at the dark canopy above the bed, replaying the council hall over and over again. You don’t resemble her. The words shouldn’t have mattered. They did. She rolled onto her back, frustrated with herself. This was exactly why distance was safer. Feelings, especially misunderstood ones, were weaknesses. And in Blackthorn, weakness was something people smelled. A faint scrape reached her ears. She froze. It came again. Soft. Deliberate. Not stone settling. Not wind. Her heart began to pound as she slid quietly from the bed, bare feet silent against the floor. The chamber was dim, lit only by moonlight spilling through the narrow window. The sound came from there. She approached slowly, breat

They didn’t expect her to stay. She realized that the moment she stepped into the war room and the voices cut off mid-sentence. The space was carved deep into the mountain, walls etched with old battle maps and claw marks that history hadn’t bothered to smooth over. A long stone table dominated the center, lit by suspended lanterns that cast sharp, unflattering light. Every Alpha in the room turned. Every gaze measured. She felt it immediately, the shift from guest to variable. Rex entered behind her, presence filling the space without effort. “Continue,” he said calmly, taking his place at the head of the table. Ash hesitated. “Alpha—” “She stays.” No explanation. No debate. That alone told her how rare this was. Ash’s jaw tightened, but he nodded and turned back to the table. “The eastern routes have been probed twice in the last ten days. Scouts report movement that doesn’t belong to any minor pack.” “Mercenaries?” someone asked. “No,” Ash replied. “Too coordinated.” R

The courtyard had never felt so crowded. Packs from neighboring territories had arrived by midday, ostensibly to “observe” Blackthorn’s heightened defenses, but everyone knew better. Wolves didn’t gather unless something was being measured. Power. Weakness. Opportunity. She stood beside Rex on the upper tier overlooking the courtyard, stone cool beneath her palms. He hadn’t told her about the gathering beforehand, only that she was to remain visible. Visibility discourages rumors, he’d said. It also invited them. She felt the shift before she saw him. A ripple through the crowd. Warriors stiffening. Voices lowering. Then he stepped forward. The Alpha of Raven's pack. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver threaded through his dark hair despite his relative youth. His presence was sharp in a different way than Rex’s less controlled, more performative. A smile played at his mouth as he looked up toward the tier where she stood. Not at Rex. At her. “Well,” he called, voice carrying

WARNING!!! MATURE CONTENT Isabella stood across from him, her emerald eyes flashing with that familiar disdain, the same look she'd worn since their alliance was forged in blood and necessity, not love. She was his by pact, a strategic union to bind their rival packs, but her heart remained a fortress he could never breach. Tonight, though, something snapped. A rival Alpha's taunt about her loyalty had ignited the beast within him, and as the doors slammed shut behind the departing elders, Rex's control shattered like fragile glass. He crossed the room in three strides, his massive frame towering over her slender one. Isabella backed against the stone wall, her silk gown whispering against the cold surface. "Rex, stop," she hissed, her voice laced with venom, but her pulse raced visibly at her throat. She hated him. His arrogance, his unyielding dominance, the way his presence made her body betray her mind with unwelcome heat. Yet here he was, gripping her wrists and pinning them a

Oh Ash knew something was off the second the doors of the Alpha’s private wing opened.He was leaning against one of the obsidian pillars in the stronghold’s upper corridor, arms folded, pretending to be relaxed while actually clocking every shift of scent, every footstep, every flicker of energy in Blackthorn’s walls. Years as Rex’s Beta had trained him for that. Packs didn’t speak with words first, they spoke with tension.And right now, the air was vibrating.Isabella stepped out first.Her chin was high, spine straight, like she’d just walked out of a battlefield instead of the Alpha’s bedchamber. Her dress was perfectly arranged, but Ash caught the faintest hitch in her breathing, the way her fingers curled once at her side before she forced them still.Yeah. Something happened.A heartbeat later, Rex emerged behind her.Ash didn’t need to see the inside of that room to know what had gone down. Rex carried himself differently. More grounded, more dangerous, like a wolf who’d just