All Chapters of Claimed by the silverfang alphas : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

THE INTERVIEW 1~TATE'S POV~The safe house sat three miles outside Pack territory. A rental property that looked like every other suburban home on the street. Beige siding. Shabby lawn. A basketball hoop with no net hanging over the garage.My father's SUV was already parked in the driveway.I pulled in behind it and sat for a moment. My hands were tight on the steering wheel. I made myself let go. Flexed my fingers. The bruises from the convergence had faded but phantom pain remained.Holly had wanted to come. Jamie offered backup. But I needed to do this alone.David was inside. First name on my list of potentially reachable operatives. According to his file, he was twenty-four. No criminal record. Worked at a warehouse until Heriberto recruited him eight months ago.I got out of the car. The neighborhood was quiet. Too quiet. Like everyone who lived here had learned to mind their own business. My father met me at the door. He wore his Hunter gear. Tactical vest. Silver knife visib

BREAKING POINT~DAXON'S POV~I found Mathias in his study past midnight. The lamp on his desk cast shadows that made the room feel smaller than it was. Papers covered every surface. Maps with red circles. Strategic documents with notes in his tight handwriting. Half-empty coffee cups balanced on top of books.He was bent over a territorial map, one hand braced on the desk, the other rubbing the back of his neck. His shoulders curved inward. The posture of someone carrying weight they couldn't distribute.I didn't knock. Just walked in and closed the door behind me."They helped him escape," I said. My voice came out sharper than I intended. "Marcus and Elena. Clear treason. Pack law demands execution."Mathias's hand stilled on his neck. He didn't look up."We've already discussed this," he said. His voice was flat. Exhausted."No. You decided. Without consulting me. Without considering what it meant for Pack unity." I moved closer to the desk. "Warriors are leaving because of it. Bec

OUTCASTS AT THE GATE—PART II~TATE'S POV~The barrier buzzed behind me, still vibrating with leftover magic. My throat felt like someone had tried to claw their way through it. Swallowing burned. Breathing wasn't much better. Warriors moved in a confused existence around me, calling for healers, dragging the injured into rough triage lines. Three down had turned into seven. No bodies....thank the Goddess....but several warriors were bleeding badly enough that the dirt clung wet to their wounds.Mathias and Daxon reached me at the same time, both half-shifted, both heaving for breath. Blood slicked their chests and arms, drying in dark streaks. I didn't bother asking whose it was. The smell told me most of it wasn't theirs.Mathias grabbed my face first, his hands trembling even if his voice wasn't. "Where does it hurt?"Daxon wasn't calmer. His eyes were sharp and lost at the same time.....a dangerous combination. "She had you," he rasped, and the words shook. "She had her hand aroun

HERIBERTO'S MANIFESTO~MARCUS BLACKTHORN~Marcus hated being awake at three in the morning. It wasn't the hour that irritated him...immortality made time feel like a loop of uninteresting PowerPoint slides....it was the fact that emergencies always happened at this exact cursed interval. Three A.M. had become the universe's chosen meeting slot for stupidity.The abandoned subway tunnel beneath Old River Station buzzed with the kind of stuffy air that stuck to your lungs like regret. Fluorescent lights flashed overhead, buzzing like a dying conscience. Perfect place for a secret meeting with someone he barely trusted.Marcus moved through the dark like he owned the shadows. His coat swayed behind him, boots tapping steadily on cracked concrete. He carried himself with the entitled elegance of someone who'd lived long enough to be allergic to nonsense.His informant stood a few meters ahead, twitchy as dial-up internet."You're late," Marcus said, voice smooth, bored, and sharply amus

THE BROTHERS OF MIDNIGHT~THIRD POV~The night after the council vote felt weird......victory laced with the metallic kick of fear. The Packhouse buzzed with rumors, theories, and conspiracies whispered through corridors like rambling ghosts with too much tea to spill.Tate didn't join any of it.Not because she didn't care. But because she couldn't breathe.Too many leaders had shaken her hand. Too many warriors had clapped her back. Too many eyes had followed her like she was a miracle or a mistake waiting to happen.When she quietly left through the side door and entered the courtyard, the moon was low in the sky, looking big and full. The cool air touched her cheeks, making her feel more real than the stuffy council room ever did.She sat by the fountain, letting the water spray her boots and waiting for her heartbeat to slow down. She heard soft footsteps behind her.Mathias.Of course it was Mathias.His presence always landed soft, like he was afraid of taking up more space than