All Chapters of The Alpha’s Claiming Bite : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The war chamber of Blackwood was built from stone older than memory, its walls etched with claw marks of Alphas past. A long table of black oak stretched through the center, scarred by centuries of knives and maps. Torches hissed in their brackets, throwing uneven light across the wolves gathered within.The air was a battlefield before a word was spoken.Kade entered first, his presence a storm contained only by sheer will. Blood still stained his knuckles from where he had crushed the envoy’s decree into ash. His gaze swept the room, daring anyone to meet it. Some did. Many did not.Lena followed at his side, pulse racing. Her wolf paced within her, restless, sensing the tremors in the pack. She knew this chamber was more dangerous than the battlefield outside—the war of loyalty was fought here, in whispers and decisions that drew blood without claws.The envoy stood near the far wall, untouched by the tension, as if he had all the time in the world. His guards flanked him, silent a

The dawn light crept slowly across the chamber, pale gold spilling through the heavy drapes. It painted the room in soft shadows, gentling the edges of the night’s chaos. The air was still thick with the scent of them—musk and heat, the sharp tang of sweat, the faint copper thread of blood where his claiming bite had sealed.Lena stirred first. Her body ached in ways she hadn’t thought possible, a delicious soreness that sang of what they had done, of what they had become. Every nerve remembered him—his weight, his heat, the way his voice had torn through her restraint like claws ripping silk.She turned her head, finding him beside her. Kade lay on his back, one arm draped over his face, the other wrapped possessively around her waist as though even in sleep he refused to release her. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, but there was no peace in his features. Even unconscious, he wore the lines of war: the furrowed brow, the tension in his jaw, the beast within forever restless

The stronghold at night was a creature of its own—stone and timber groaning under winter winds, the courtyards hushed, guards pacing with eyes that never strayed from the shadows. It was meant to be a place of safety, a fortress older than most wolves in the Blackwood line, but tonight it felt like a cage with too many cracks.Kade stood at the highest terrace, shoulders squared, gaze pinned on the dark line of forest that rimmed the stronghold. The moon painted him in silver, its glow catching on the ridges of old scars carved into his chest. He looked less like a man than a sentinel, carved from fury and bone.Inside him, the wolf paced. It felt the shift in the air—like rot hidden beneath fresh earth, like the faint sour tang of treachery.He barely moved when Lena stepped out behind him. Her presence came not as a sound, but as a scent, a warmth that cut through the cold. She had thrown a robe over her nightdress, the fabric cinched hastily at her waist, hair tousled from where hi

The stronghold walls were too quiet.Lena felt it the moment they crossed the courtyard, the silence stretching like a taut thread ready to snap. The air smelled wrong—muted, restrained, as though the wolves who once filled these halls with growls, laughter, and restless energy were suddenly holding their breath.Kade noticed it too. His hand never left her back as they entered, his steps measured but sharp, eyes flicking across every shadow. He had spent his whole life reading the pulse of a pack, and tonight the rhythm was fractured.Inside the great hall, a group of wolves stood gathered in a loose circle, their voices pitched low, their bodies tense. The moment Kade stepped in, they fell silent.“Go on,” Kade said, his voice rough and dangerous. “Don’t stop because I walked in.”No one answered. The silence was heavier than words.Lena’s wolf prowled within her, uneasy. She saw the way some avoided Kade’s gaze, the way others held their ground as if testing how far they could push

Blood soaked the dirt, steaming in the cold night. The stronghold’s yard was a graveyard in the making, bodies strewn, wolves writhing, the air thick with iron and smoke.Calder’s laugh cut through it all, savage and mocking. His pale wolf circled Kade like a viper, tail lashing, muzzle dripping crimson. Kade’s black wolf stood like a fortress, chest heaving, eyes burning gold fire even as blood ran down his flank.Every wolf still standing knew the truth—this was more than a duel. Whoever broke here would decide the fate of Blackwood itself.Calder struck first, lunging low, his fangs flashing for Kade’s throat. Kade twisted, their bodies colliding with bone-rattling force, fur and blood blurring together. They crashed into the wall, stone cracking beneath their weight, then tumbled back into the dirt in a storm of claws.Lena’s wolf fought to reach him, tearing down anyone who blocked her path. She was fire and fury, her jaws splitting open a traitor’s belly before she vaulted over