All Chapters of The Alpha's Ice Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

TIME FOR BATTLE The next morning came too quickly. Grief didn’t pause for protocol. It didn’t wait for us to process. The realm needed to be informed. The burial had to be arranged. Security had to be reinforced. Power never sleeps—especially not when it senses weakness. My father was gone.And by midday, the kingdom already felt different. Damon took it hard.He didn’t fall apart. That wasn’t who he was. But I could see it in the way he moved—slower, heavier, as if the air itself had thickened around him. He had always stood firm beside Father, but now there was no one ahead of us. No one is absorbing the first blow.We were exposed. Anna had finally come back to her senses. When they brought her out for questioning, she looked nothing like the woman I saw standing over my father with a knife in her hand. She was pale. Shaken. Her eyes rimmed red from crying. “I don’t remember,” she kept insisting. “I would never hurt the King. I swear I wouldn’t.” At first, I thoug

GRATITUDE After everything—the healing, the tension, the unfamiliar stares—we were finally shown to a room. The door closed behind us, and for the first time since arriving at the tribe, I allowed myself to breathe. The room was simple but warm. Thick woven blankets. A low wooden table. A small lantern glowing softly in the corner. It wasn’t luxury, but it was safety. Dinner was brought shortly after—steaming bowls of stew, fresh bread, and warm tea. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the scent filled the room. Stella sat across from me, looking just as drained. “Well,” she said softly, managing a tired smile, “at least they didn’t throw us out.” I gave a quiet laugh. “That’s a win for today.” We ate in near silence, too exhausted for much conversation. My body felt heavy, my magic slightly depleted from stabilizing both pregnancies. Healing always took something from me, even when I tried to hide it. Once the plates were cleared, the exhaustion hit fully. St

KIDNAPPED Stella and I had decided to stay a few more days in the neighboring pack, taking our time to rest and recover before continuing our journey. The path ahead was uncertain, and I wanted to make sure we were prepared for whatever came next. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth as we walked, but something felt off. My senses, always alert, tingled with an unease I couldn’t shake. It was subtle at first, a prickling on the back of my neck like someone was watching us. I glanced over at Stella, who seemed oblivious to the tension building in the air. She was humming softly, walking beside me with her usual carefree attitude. But I couldn’t ignore it. Someone was following us. "Stella," I murmured, my voice low, my eyes scanning the dense trees around us. "Do you feel that?" Stella didn’t seem to notice, and she just shrugged, still focused on the path ahead. "Feel what, Maya?" she asked, her voice light, not sensing the danger. I wasn’t sure how to explain

SPARING FOR THE THRONE The council’s decision was hanging in the air like a thick fog. The way they circled me, questioning and scrutinizing every move, made me feel like I was on trial for something I hadn’t even done. I could feel the weight of their judgment bearing down on me. Anyone else would’ve been overwhelmed by the pressure, but I wasn’t guilty. Not this time. Just when I thought they were about to deliver a verdict that would ruin everything, Zack came through. He had gone to the witches' council, and, to my surprise, they agreed to testify on my behalf. They would stand with me, provided we allowed other witches to visit and practice in the territory. That was a tricky proposition. Anna had been banished from the wolf territories, and allowed more witches in... it didn’t sit right with me. But for now, I had no choice but to accept their terms. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was the only one that would keep the wolves and the witches from clashing. "I’ll think

The sun was barely up when I found myself standing in front of Elena’s cottage. I hadn’t slept again after that dream, if it was even a dream. My heart still raced every time I replayed my mother’s voice in my head. Elena opened the door before I could knock. “You look pale, child. Come in.” Her voice was calm, but her eyes ,sharp and wise, studied me like she already knew something was wrong. I stepped inside, the scent of herbs and burning sage filling the air. “Did you see her?” she asked quietly as she poured tea into two small cups. I froze. “How… how did you know?” Elena handed me a cup, then sat opposite me. “When your kind — an Ancient Wolf starts to awaken fully, the veil between realms thins. Sometimes, dreams are not dreams at all but glimpses into truth.” I swallowed hard. “Then it was real. My mom… she’s still alive. I saw her, Elena. She was chained, in an old cabin. She said they’re keeping her somewhere west of the mountains.” Elena’s expression darkened,