All Chapters of The Female Alpha And Her God Of War: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SHAWN’s POVI stood there long after the lady Alpha turned her back on us.I watched her retreating figure, resolute and unyielding, even with exhaustion clinging to her shoulders. Alpha Keres followed her without another word, his presence looming behind her like a shadow that refused to let go. The moment they disappeared into the building, his guards resumed their rigid formation outside her chambers, faces blank, and hands resting on their weapons as if nothing had just unfolded.Around us, the crowd began to disperse, though not without hushed murmurs. They were probably still shocked by the situation and what they had heard. I caught fragments of it as they passed.“He said the lady Alpha is dying”“The black Fiend had actually made a deal after all.”“And who’s that pale-looking girl?”Every whisper felt like a stone thrown in my direction. I had exposed things so it felt like they were demanding answers from me.I turned to leave, the weight of everything pressing down on my c

SASHA’s POVThe rocky path to Drakinral loomed ahead of us like a judgment I could no longer postpone. Never in my life did I expect to be back here.As soon as we crossed the boundary line, my chest tightened. The air here felt heavier with memories I had tried and failed to bury. Every structure, every watchtower, every wary glance from passing warriors reminded me that I wasn’t just returning as a normal guest but rather as a pardoned criminal.My fingers curled into the fabric of my sleeves as I walked behind Shawn, the lady Alpha, and Alpha Keres. I kept my head low, but I could feel the recognition in some of their eyes. Whispers thick in the background.“She’s the one indeed! Why’s she back with the Alpha?”“She’s the mad princess from Blue Crescent…”“The one who burned the granary”Well, I deserved it.Burning down an entire granary wasn’t a minor offense. It had threatened the pack’s food supply, endangered lives, and nearly caused a famine. At the time, rage and desperation

KERES’s POVThe papers blurred before my eyes.I had gone through the investigation reports twice already. Started from the guard rotations, the patrol gaps, supply records, and names of everyone who had been within the inner quarters the night my grandmother was attacked but nothing stood out. Nothing fit neatly enough to be satisfying. Every lead circled back to Ember’s coincidental escape. Apart from that, everything else was messy and incomplete, like someone had deliberately erased the obvious path.Beside the reports lay the latest update on Grandmother’s condition. Gaius had brought it in earlier today after my visit to the clinic.I leaned back in my chair and pressed my fingers against my temple, a dull headache pounding behind my eyes. For the first time in years, the packhouse felt too loud even in silence—too many unanswered questions. Too many eyes were watching me, waiting to see if I would crack.With a frustrated sigh, I shoved the papers aside and stood, walking to th

EMBER~A warm bedding? It can’t be. Whatever dream I was having, I knew needed to come to. Because where could warmth be in this cold isolated dungeon.Everything went blank the more I realize that I wasn’t mistaken about the warmth. Unlike the biting cold that seeped into my bones each day since I arrived, softness even cradled my back.Without opening my eyes, I pinched the thick mattress and felt the heavy covers on me. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming.Then a sudden chill brushed against my bare feet, and I stirred, instinctively curling my legs. I felt fabric being pulled gently over them.“Shut the window tight, she’s cold.”That voice, deep and familiar, no doubt belongs to Keres.My eyes flew open to see Keres standing near the bed, one hand gripping the edge of the duvet, and motioning to the doctor. Gaius turned from the window, securing it firmly before walking back toward me.It took a second for my mind to piece things together. The dizziness sets in again, and blac

KERES~Late in the afternoon, in the council chamber, I sat at the head of the long table, my fingers loosely clasped before me as the pack elders filled the seats on either side. Their expressions were neutral masks, but I had read long enough to see what lay beneath those faces.“We will begin with the vacant positions,” I said evenly.No one interrupted as I started with Dayatt’s former title. Commander of Foreign Trades; a powerful seat that controlled alliances, resources, and information flowing beyond our borders.“The position will not remain empty,” I continued. “Effective immediately, the duties of foreign trade will be divided between two overseers. No single commander will hold that authority again.” I said and there were murmurs but I ignored them.“I will personally vet the candidates. Until then, trade operations will be supervised directly under my authority.”One elder shifted with discomfort. “Apologies Alpha but I think we should consider…I gave him a flat look. “D