All Chapters of A Dorm With My Alpha Mate : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kai's POVThe map covered the oak table for three hours. I had studied the lines—enemy positions, supply routes, guard rotations, the command tent where Vance issued orders—until my vision blurred. Somewhere beyond the map’s eastern edge waited Alastair himself, gathering strength.The main hall had grown quiet after the evening meal; most of the pack had settled for the night. Footsteps sounded behind me then Malrick appeared with two steaming cups, he placed one in front of me and sat across the table.“You’ve been staring at that map since midday,” he said. “Your eyes will dry out.”“They’re still in my head.” I closed my hands around the cup clinging to the warmth“Then stop staring and start explaining, say it out loud…the weak points become obvious when you hear yourself.”“Fine.” I set the cup down and leaned forward. “The supply strike succeeded we destroyed a third of their stores, killed two guards, and brought Finn out without losing anyone it was a clean win.”“Agreed.”

Aria's POVI woke before dawn, dressed and walked to the main hall, Kai stood at the head, his forgotten tea cooling beside him, his eyes staying fixed on the lines he had sketched and corrected over many days.Malrick sat to his left, arms folded, Finn on the right side, posture alert and Sylvie leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, gaze locked on the door. My students—Kira, Mira, and Koren—lingered near the edges of the room. "Everyone is here," I said as I took my seat at the table. "We should start."Kai straightened. "The plan stands as we discussed. Two teams. Two clear objectives." He pointed to a marked curve on the map. "Malrick commands the ambush team, strike the supply wagons at the road bend, destroy everything they carry then kill the guards and withdraw before any reinforcements arrive. Speed and force, then vanish."Malrick gave a short grunt. "I need six fighters total, Rylan comes with me and Kira too, needI four more who strike hard and disappear fast."Malric

Sylvie's POVThe smoke from Malrick's ambush was still rising when I gave the signal."Move." My voice barely reached above a whisper, but Fen was already gone, slipping through the tree line. Liv followed. Then Tor. Koren was last, and he glanced back at me once before the dark swallowed him too.The enemy camp sprawled across a wide clearing, ringed by oil lanterns at uneven intervals. Two guard towers stood at the north and south ends, but the men on the northern one had already gone, sprinting toward the road.Exactly as we needed.I counted the guards that remained. Four at the east gate. Two roving the perimeter, and one standing too close to the latrine to be of any real use. Their captain, a barrel-chested man barked orders at the east gate, pointing men toward the road, thinning the wall further with every command.Vance. He wasn't out yet.I worked the thin rope from my belt, and hooked the grapple on the second throw. "North breach," I breathed. Fen materialized at my elbo

Sylvie's POVI found them before I reached the training ground.Their voices carried through the trees, the rhythm of controlled footwork on packed earth, and beneath it Kai's voice, even and instructional: "Again. Stop dropping your left shoulder."I almost kept walking but I didn't.Aria was moving through a combination I recognized, an advanced sequence she'd clearly developed or adapted herself, not part of any standard academy curriculum I'd seen. She executed it with good economy of motion, but finished with her weight tilted too far forward on the final strike, her momentum outrunning her control by half a step. Kai was already circling to correct it before she'd fully reset."You're over-committing on the finish," he said. He repositioned his own staff and moved through the sequence once slowly, the power distributed evenly across each transition rather than loaded onto the end. "The final strike is consequence. Everything before it is the actual work."She watched him with th

Malrick's POVWe moved before the sun cleared the ridge.Forty-three fighters in total, split into three columns, wide enough apart that a single ambush couldn't swallow all of us at once, close enough that we could fold back together inside two minutes if the signal came. I walked point on the center column with Finn at my shoulder, which was where I always walked. Leadership from the front was the only kind I respected, and more than that, it was the only kind that meant anything on a march like this, where the fighters behind you were reading every shift in your posture the same way wolves read the wind.The forest was dense here; old growth, the kind of trees that had been standing since before any of us were born. Their canopy swallowed most of the morning light and turned what remained into something dim and watchful. Moss-covered boulders sat half-buried in the undergrowth. Every shadow had depth. Every sound had a source I couldn't immediately identify, and that was the part