All Chapters of The Alpha's Chosen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aprils POVThe silence in the dungeon stretched on, thick and oppressive. It clawed at me, burrowing deep into my chest, filling every hollow space with bitterness and pain. I leaned back against the cold stone wall, letting the damp chill seep into my bones, trying to numb myself to the whirlwind of emotions inside me. But no amount of cold or silence could ever drown out the rage and grief that tore through me.It was the look on their faces that haunted me—the last expressions of my parents etched into my memory. I saw them every time I closed my eyes and heard their voices promising they loved me even as the Alpha ordered their execution. My fists clenched, my nails digging into my palms, a poor distraction from the agony that burned in my chest.Jake's visit a few days ago was still raw in my mind, each word he spat at me cutting deeper than any blade. I remembered his audacity and absolute disdain, even as his wolf—the very spirit inside him—had pleaded for him to stop. I rememb

Aprils POVThe days that followed blurred together into an endless stream of emptiness. No one came to see me, no one brought me food, and I barely moved from the spot where I had collapsed. I don't know how much time had passed when I finally forced myself to my feet, my body trembling from exhaustion, hunger, and the endless ache of grief. I stumbled over to the tiny barred window, the only light source in the cell.Outside, the world went on as though nothing had happened. The pack members moved about the grounds, their lives continuing without a second thought for the two innocents who had been slaughtered. It was like they didn't care, like my parents had never even existed. Anger surged through me, hot and consuming. How could they all just go on with their lives while mine had been shattered beyond repair? How could they stand there and watch, do nothing, as my parents were executed in front of me?I hated them, too. The entire pack. Every face I saw, every indifferent glance t

Aprils POV The dungeon door creaked open again, and I flinched at the sudden noise. I didn't look up.When the footsteps stopped just outside my cell, a voice called out my name, and it wasn't one of the guards. It was the Alpha himself."April," he said, his tone devoid of emotion, like he was addressing a stranger rather than the daughter of the people he had condemned to death."The ritual will begin tonight." He says coldly, and I remain silent.Jake had already told me this, well, not specifically, but he still did. So why is he telling me this again?A ritual. I had heard whispers about it—a dark, twisted ceremony that stripped a wolf of their spirit, leaving nothing but a hollow shell behind. Those who endured it never came back the same. It was a fate worse than death; it was being condemned to live as a shadow of oneself, an existence filled with nothing but emptiness and pain. Snow whimpered inside me, and I could feel her panic, her fear blending with mine, a desperate str

Aprils POVWe cross the pack border, and I feel all my connections with the pack dissolving. I look at Dylan, and if the look of pain in his eyes is anything to go by, I know that he feels it, too.I look back one last time, and some part of me feels sad because I've left the only home I have ever known. Yet I feel excited because now I'm stepping into the unknown.The forest air was thick with the scent of blood and betrayal as I surged forward, paws pounding into the cold earth, pushing me and Dylan farther from the place that had imprisoned me my entire life. The howls of the pack reverberated in the distance, a chorus of anger, confusion, and loss that gnawed at my conscience. But Snow, my wolf, pressed on, her strength merging with my will in a singular focus—escape.Beside me, Dylan's breathing was heavy, tinged with grief. He kept pace, the silver streak of his coat glistening under the thin shafts of moonlight filtering through the trees. His eyes, usually bright with mischie

Aprils povAprils povI wake up and instantly regret it.I have a pounding headache, and it feels as though my skull will crack any minute now. A pair of hands are wrapped around my waist, and a slight smile makes its way across my face.He didn't leave.I could feel the panic rising in my chest again like it always did when things spiraled out of control. I had been fighting it for what felt like hours, trying to push back the tears, but they came crashing in, uninvited, uncontrollable. It had been a day of too much—too many mistakes, too many broken pieces of myself that I couldn't put back together. The weight of it all crashed down on me, suffocating, and before I knew it, I was sinking, drowning in a sea of guilt.I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.The only thing keeping me from falling apart was his presence. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and real, pressing against me. It was the only thing that grounded me in a world that felt like it was constantly shifting beneath my