All Chapters of The Alpha king and the Hunt: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aria’s POV…Sleep took me like a thief.Not gently.Not kindly.One moment I was wrapped in darkness, Kaelen’s presence lingering like warmth against my spine even though he wasn’t beside me—and the next, the world fell away.I gasped.Air rushed into my lungs, sharp and cold, burning as though I’d been underwater too long.I stood barefoot on stone.Ancient stone.A vast circular platform stretched beneath my feet, etched with runes that glowed faintly white and gold, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. Above me, the sky was not a sky at all—just a swirling void of silver clouds and fractured starlight, as if the heavens themselves were split open.I knew instantly.This wasn’t a dream.This was a summons.“Selene?” I whispered.My wolf stirred inside me, uneasy but present. Careful, she murmured. This place listens.The air shifted.Power rolled across the platform like a tide, forcing me to brace myself. My hair lifted, white strands floating as though gravity had loosened its hol

Evil King’s POV…The moon screamed.Not in sound—but in color.Perfect night to take over the world and become king of all the world.It split the sky with a wound of crimson, bleeding light across the heavens as the first sigil ignited beneath my feet. The mountain trembled, ancient stone groaning like a dying beast. I inhaled deeply, savoring the taste of it—fear, power, inevitability.At last.The ritual had begun.I raised my arms, and the runes carved into my flesh answered, burning bright as molten iron. The ground cracked open in obedient agony, veins of black fire snaking outward in every direction, racing toward the horizon like starving serpents.“Awaken,” I commanded.The underworld stirred.Far beneath the surface, something old—older than packs, older than gods—shifted in its sleep. Chains forged from forgotten prayers snapped one by one. I felt them break. Felt the pressure ease.The seal was weakening.Good.The earth screamed as the first rift tore open.It wasn’t dram

Damien’s POV….The air before war always felt heavier than the battle itself.It clung to the lungs. Sat on the shoulders. Made every breath deliberate.I stood at the front of my troops as the last of the safe-pack convoys vanished beyond the wards. The land beneath my boots trembled faintly, a constant reminder that the world itself was being wounded somewhere far beyond our sight.My warriors stood in perfect formation—rows upon rows of hardened fighters, armor strapped tight, blades sharpened until they gleamed like slivers of moonlight. Some were veterans, scars crisscrossing their skin like maps of past wars. Others were young—barely blooded—but their eyes burned with the same fire.None of them wavered.They knew what waited beyond the horizon.Death. Darkness. Or victory bought with blood.I drew a slow breath and stepped forward.Silence fell immediately.Every eye locked on me.I felt the weight of it then—not fear, not doubt—but responsibility. These wolves had sworn their

Kaelen’s POV……The battlefield was still hours away, yet war already lived in my bones.I stood at the highest ridge overlooking the gathered forces—packs united under one banner, armor catching the pale light of the wounded sky. The earth groaned beneath us, as if it already knew how much blood it would drink before the sun rose again.This was it.The final march.I inhaled deeply, letting the scent of my warriors ground me—steel, leather, wolf, fear, resolve. They were ready. Not because they wanted war, but because they understood what would happen if we failed.Behind me, Aria’s presence burned like a living flame. I didn’t need to turn to know she was there. My bond with her—damaged, reforged, tested in fire and darkness—thrummed steadily now. Not perfect. But strong.Alive.I raised my hand.Silence fell.Hundreds of warriors stilled instantly, eyes lifting to me. Alphas. Betas. Fighters who had never bowed to a king until now.I did not wear a crown.I wore scars.“My brothers

Damien’s POV……War did not arrive with a scream.It arrived with a silence so thick it pressed against my skull.The battlefield stretched before us like a scar torn across the earth—fields once green now blackened, veins of corruption pulsing beneath cracked soil. The sky above churned unnaturally, clouds rotating in slow, violent spirals as if the world itself were being dragged toward some unseen abyss.I lifted my fist.Behind me, my warriors halted as one.These were not untested wolves. These were survivors. Alphas, betas, fighters who had buried mates, siblings, children—and still stood. Their armor bore dents and claw marks, their eyes hard with resolve.“This is it,” I said, my voice carrying across the line. “There will be no retreat today.”A low growl rolled through them.“They will come for our throats,” I continued. “They will fight dirty. They will try to break our lines, our minds, our spirits.”I turned, meeting their gazes one by one.“But they will fail.”Steel rang