All Chapters of The Alpha king and the Hunt: Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

Louis’s POV…..The pool was supposed to be empty.That was the entire point.I’d waited until the sun climbed high enough that most warriors would be on patrol or buried in reconstruction work. The camp had settled into a rhythm lately—hammering, hauling, arguing, healing. Noise everywhere. Movement everywhere.I needed quiet.I needed water.The natural pool sat hidden beyond a curtain of willow trees, fed by a slow underground spring that kept it cool even during the warmest days. Smooth stones lined the edges, worn soft by time. This place had always been mine—my escape long before I became Alpha, before war, before bonds and blood and fate tangled my life into something I barely recognized.I glanced around once more, senses stretched.Empty.Good.I stripped quickly, folding my clothes neatly on a flat rock. The breeze kissed my bare skin, cool and daring, and I sighed. For one brief moment, I was just Louis again—not Alpha, not leader, not mate-to-be to a man I wasn’t ready to a

Damien’s POV……(Years Ago)I was seven years old when I learned that strength could be a curse.The night smells like rain and iron. Even now, years later, I remember it too clearly—the way the wind rattled the wooden shutters, the way the hearth fire flickered low, the way my mother’s breathing came in short, terrified gasps.I was awake because I was always awake.Because when your house is quiet for too long, you learn that quiet is only the breath before the storm.My father’s voice cuts through the walls like a blade.“Don’t look at me like that.”The sound of something shattering follows. Clay. A bowl. Maybe the cup my mother treasured because it was the only thing her own mother left behind.Then her voice.Soft. Pleading.“Please. Your son is sleeping.”I press my hands over my ears.It never helps.Footsteps thunder across the floorboards. A sharp crack—skin against skin. My mother cries out, and something inside my chest twists so hard I can’t breathe.My father, the most f