All Chapters of The Alpha king and the Hunt: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Louis's pov…….The morning air was crisp, the kind that stung my lungs but cleared my mind. I adjusted my cloak and glanced at the ruins in the distance. It had been weeks since I last walked these paths, since my pack had been whole. Now it was just me, the memory of my mate and pack pressing against the edges of my thoughts.I couldn’t help but think of her. My baby. Her laugh, her tiny hands, the way she’d curl against me without a care in the world. I’d never stop fighting to protect her. And yet, here I was, leading a stranger through dangerous territory—an outsider. A male Alpha no less. Damien.He thought he was so confident, so self-assured. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like him. Not a little. Not one bit. But I had to admit… he was competent. Too competent for my taste. And he had this way of looking at me, like he was both challenging me and… assessing me. It annoyed me. More than anything, it annoyed me.“Try to keep up,” I said sharply, stepping over a fallen log.Damien’s v

Kaelen’s POV….The kingdom moved like ghosts.Wolves whispered when I passed, but I barely cared enough to listen. Their respect meant nothing anymore; titles felt like empty metals clinking in a void. I walked through my own halls like a blade without a wielder—sharp, functional, but hollow.I remembered everything—my name, my oath, the war.But emotions… the colors behind those memories… were gone.The seer's trap had stripped something essential from me, and all that remained was instinct. Duty. Rage. Power.No warmth.No softness.Nothing human.Maps lay scattered across the central table, marked with blood-colored pins. Every one represented a fallen pack. Every one a failure of the council.Aria would say, “We save who we can.”But I knew now that mercy would bring death faster than the enemy.My fingers dragged across the edge of the table. I heard her voice echo faintly in memory—but without warmth, it sounded like merely… sound.I closed my eyes.Nothing.I couldn’t even mis

Damien's POVThe pain pulsed down my arm like a dull drumbeat—steady, stubborn, refusing to let me forget I’d been reckless. I leaned back on the old wooden chair in the tiny abandoned cottage Louis had dragged us into, watching her pace across the room. She moved with the tense alertness of a wolf who trusted no walls, no roofs, no silence.“Don’t bleed on the floor,” she muttered without looking at me as she checked the windows.I smirked. “Why? Planning to lick it up later?”She froze and shot me a glare sharp enough to cut through bone. It would've shut most warriors up. Unfortunately for her, I’m not most warriors.“Just keep pressure on your arm,” she snapped, pushing open the door and stepping into the fading light. “I’m going to hunt.”“You could just ask nicely,” I called after her.She didn’t bother answering—only slammed the door so hard dust trickled from the ceiling.I let out a slow exhale, staring at the crackling fire she'd started, letting its warmth seep into my cold

Kaelen’s POVThe world felt distant—like I was watching my own life through a veil of smoke.Voices, footsteps, the frantic heartbeat of wolves recovering from battle… none of it stirred emotion inside me. Not fear. Not pride. Not even relief that the pack had survived.Only… silence.But there was something else. Like hands gripping the edges of my mind, tugging, whispering. A cold force pushing through cracks in my consciousness, tightening around my thoughts.Give in.Command belongs to the strong.Destroy what weakens you.I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples as the whispers grew louder, pulsing like a heartbeat beneath my skull.My wolf paced inside me—silent, monstrous, restrained by something ancient. He wasn’t speaking to me. He wasn’t guiding me.He was caged.And the one holding the chains was not me.I walked through the burned courtyard, smoke curling around my boots. Warriors glanced at me with awe… and fear. Their eyes lingered on the blood on my hands, the coldness in m

Aria’s POV.....The ancient book was heavier than it looked.Bound in dark leather, etched with runes that glowed faintly when touched, it felt alive—like it was breathing beneath my palms. The pages smelled of old magic and forgotten bloodlines. As I carried it to my chambers, whispers tingled beneath my skin, like the spirits trapped inside recognized me.My mother followed quietly, little baby Aria in her arms. The others parted to let us through, heads bowed.“Luna,” they greeted.I nodded, though my heart wasn’t in it. It was too busy breaking.Kaelen hadn’t spoken a word to me since the battle.Not a look.Not a touch.Not even a flicker of the bond.Just silence.When we entered my room, the torches dimmed. My mother placed the baby into a cradle of furs and kissed her forehead.“You’re doing the right thing,” she whispered.“I hope so,” I murmured.Because the truth was—this ritual could break me just as easily as it could save him.I sat at the center of the room, runes draw