All Chapters of The Alpha king and the Hunt: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kaelen’s POV…..War was a living thing.It breathed smoke and blood, roared with steel and magic, and crawled beneath my skin like a second pulse. The battlefield stretched before me in violent layers—wolves clashing, warriors shouting commands, magic detonating in blinding bursts that scarred the earth. Every heartbeat carried the weight of a thousand lives depending on the next order I gave.I lifted my blade and my voice cut through the chaos.“Third flank—advance, then lock shields!”A surge of bodies obeyed instantly.“To the east—break their line and pull back, now!”The order rippled outward, precise and sharp.I felt Ryder pacing beneath my skin, massive and restless, his instincts snarling for blood. Hold, I told him. Not yet. A king who lost himself lost his army with him.Smoke burned my lungs. The ground shook as corrupted wolves charged, eyes black with the Evil King’s magic. I cut them down without mercy, steel singing, my body moving on instinct honed by years of war. E

Aria’s POV…..The battlefield hadn’t gone quiet.Not really.Even after Serena’s ashes scattered into the wind, the war still roared around us—steel clashing, wolves howling, magic tearing the earth apart. But in the space between Kaelen and me, there was a silence so sharp it hurt more than any wound I carried.I felt it before I understood it.The bond… twisted. Tightened. Pulled.Kaelen stiffened behind me.I turned, already reaching for him, already ready to reassure him, when his grip loosened.Slowly.Too slowly.“What did she mean?”His voice was low. Controlled. Dangerous.My heart stuttered.I swallowed. “Kaelen—”“She said your baby,” he cut in, silver eyes blazing. “She said it like she knew. Like it wasn’t new information.”The world seemed to tilt.I opened my mouth, then closed it again. My thoughts scrambled, panic blooming fast and violent in my chest. Around us, warriors ran past, bloodied and screaming, but all I could see was him.My mate.Looking at me like he didn

Kaelen’s POV……The world had narrowed to a single room.No war cries.No chanting.No fire or blood or magic.Just stone walls, healer’s lamps, and Aria lying still.The healers have moved her while Varric and my shadows cleaned up after the war, planning the burials for the warriors who died.She looked unreal on the table — too pale, too quiet. Her white hair was braided away from her face, her lashes resting softly against her cheeks as though she were sleeping. If not for the stillness of her chest, I might have believed it.But I knew better.I stood at the foot of the bed, my hands clenched so tightly my knuckles burned. I hadn’t moved since they brought her in. Hadn’t breathed properly either.The head healer finally turned to me.He was old. Older than most wolves lived to be. His hands were steady, his eyes kind in a way that made my chest ache.“Alpha King,” he said carefully, “we need to speak.”I nodded once. I didn’t trust my voice.He gestured toward Aria’s abdomen, now

Aria’s POV….Morning arrived softly, as if the world itself was afraid to wake me too suddenly.I opened my eyes to warmth—real warmth this time. Fire crackled low in the hearth, filling the room with the scent of pine and cinnamon. Pale winter light filtered through the curtains, turning everything gold. For a moment, I simply lay there, breathing, letting the miracle of being alive settle into my bones.Then the bond stirred.Not sharp. Not panicked.Joyful.My heart skipped.The door creaked open.Kaelen stepped inside, careful, reverent, like he was entering sacred ground. In his arms—wrapped in soft white fur and a knitted blue blanket—was the smallest miracle I had ever seen.My breath caught painfully.“Kaelen…” My voice shook.He smiled, and gods, that smile looked different now—softer, fuller, like something in him had finally come home. “Someone’s been waiting to meet his mother.”He came closer, every step measured, then lowered himself beside the bed. The bundle in his arm

Louis’s POV……Morning came softly in my new territory.Not with alarms or shouted orders or the crack of weapons—but with birdsong and the distant murmur of wolves waking to another day that did not involve running for their lives.I lay still for a moment, staring up at the rough wooden beams of the cottage ceiling, listening. The land breathed differently here. Calmer. Younger. Like soil that had never known blood.Beside me, little Aria shifted in her bed,a small sound escaping her lips—a soft, half-formed whine that tugged at my chest instantly. I rose without thinking, crossing the room barefoot, lifting her carefully into my arms.“Good morning, my moon,” I murmured, pressing my forehead to hers.Her eyes blinked open—dark, curious, far too observant for a child so young. She wrapped her tiny fingers around one of mine with surprising strength, and I smiled despite myself.You’re going to be trouble, I thought fondly.Outside, the camp was already stirring. My pack—my pack—was l