All Chapters of The Alpha's Ice Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CAPTURED I finally got that bastard to give me what I asked for. He had fought me on it for so long, but in the end, he relented. I couldn’t entirely blame him; she had been his little toy for years now, a plaything he’d kept in his grasp. But now? Now I needed her back. Killing the king had drained me more than I’d expected. The power I had used, the energy it consumed—it had left me weaker than I’d ever been. I needed to replenish, to find something that would sustain me. The solution was simple: magic. Strong, dark magic. I could feel Genny’s eyes on me as she spoke, her voice laced with doubt. “Isn’t that black magic?” she asked, her tone cautious, as though she suddenly had the moral high ground. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “So what if it is? Don’t act like you’re above it, Genny.” I leaned closer, my voice dripping with contempt. “Didn’t you let your own daughter use it to seduce my son? Don’t lecture me now.” Genny fell silent at that, clearly uncomfortable with the remind

TRAINING Ugh. Anna. I couldn’t help but notice how she’d been behaving recently—following me around, always showing up at the most inconvenient times. Damon had warned me to be careful around her, and I knew I had to listen. There was something about the way she looked at me, something too calculating. It was like she was always trying to figure me out, trying to worm her way into my life. I didn’t trust her. Not yet. But I would keep my distance, like Damon suggested. Still, it was hard not to be distracted by her presence. My thoughts kept drifting back to Maya—how much I missed her. It had been so long since I left, and we hadn’t been able to talk at all. The loneliness was crushing. I tried to reach out, called Roseline, but when she answered, she told me Maya and Stella had already left for their journey. I couldn’t blame them. It wasn’t safe for Maya here—not with everything that was going on. But it didn’t make it any easier. I let out a deep sigh, rubbing the back o

THE BALL The day of the ball was fast approaching, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on me. Court activities were taking up nearly all of my time—meetings, paperwork, discussions with the various pack leaders—and on top of that, I had been trying to spend more time with my father. Over the past week, our relationship had improved in ways I never expected, and I cherished it deeply, especially with everything else happening around us. But even those precious moments with him felt like they were slipping away far too quickly. Today, Anna had come by again, this time accompanied by their leader. They were here to discuss what was wrong with my father. The royal pack doctors still couldn’t find any clear answers, and things were growing more dire with each passing day. Anna, as usual, was calm but determined, trying to get to the bottom of the issue. But time was running out. “If this continues,” Anna had said quietly, “he won’t last more than a few weeks.” The

HEALING The weretigers were kind—but kindness wasn’t the same as trust. They watched Stella and me the way wounded animals watched the edge of the forest: alert, ready to bolt at the smallest wrong move. Their golden eyes flicked to our hands, our faces, the trees behind us. Every sound made their shoulders tense. It turned out there had been a war between two tribes. “He and I barely made it out,” the woman said quietly, one hand resting protectively over her stomach. Her voice didn’t shake, but the pain behind it did. “They burned everything.” The man beside her stiffened. “We lost most of our people,” he added. His jaw tightened as if he were swallowing memories that tasted like ash. I stepped forward slowly, palms open. “What are your names?” The woman hesitated before answering. “Kathy.” “Jeffery,” the man said after a pause. He didn’t offer his hand. Stella gave them a small, reassuring smile. “I’m Stella. And this is Maya.” Their eyes lingered on me.Kathy shifted s

KILLING THE KING If everything unfolded the way I intended, he would be dead in two days. The certainty of it didn’t make me smile but it almost made me gloat,It simply settled inside me like fact. The plan itself was delicate, but not complicated. I didn’t need to storm the palace or confront him directly. I only needed access. A single witch entered those gates—just one—and I could anchor my consciousness to hers. Through her eyes, I would see. Through her presence, I would move. And when the moment came, I would strike without ever standing in the throne room. After bringing Nova to the cave, I began preparing for the process,her power was the extra thing I needed. The cave was cold and damp, lit only by the faint glow of the symbols carved into the stone floor. Nova laid where I had placed her, too weak to resist, though her body still trembled with fading strength. She had a powerful essence—rare, potent. It would have been wasteful not to use it. “I need you alive,” I mu