All Chapters of Alpha Step Daddy : Four Mates, One heart: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

DOMINICThe sky was the color of a bruised plum when I finally shook myself awake. I hadn't really slept; I had just drifted in and out of a light doze, my ears twitching at every floorboard creak in the hallway.Raven was still tucked against my side. In the gray light of dawn, she looked small.It was hard to believe that this girl had held back a tide of death just yesterday.It was even harder to believe that she was the "key" to something called the First Hunger.I touched her shoulder gently. "Raven. It’s time."She opened her eyes instantly. There was no grogginess, only a sharp, immediate focus. That was the Hybrid in her. She was always ready for a fight, even when her body was screaming for rest."The cave?" she asked, her voice low."The cave," I confirmed.We dressed in silence. Heavy boots, thick jackets, and tactical belts.I checked my sidearm and my knives. I didn't like taking Raven into the Cave. That part of our territory was a graveyard of jagged stone and unpred

RAVENThe atmosphere at the Iron Howler compound had shifted from "cleanup" to "war footing" in the time we were gone.Merek was waiting for us on the porch, his forehead lined up in worry. He looked like a man who had seen the end of the world and was trying to decide what to wear to the funeral."You found it," Merek said, his eyes falling on the box in my hands."We found a lot of things," I said, walking past him into the house. "We need to talk. All of us."We gathered in the library. The large table was covered in maps and old scrolls. Dominic stood at the head of the table, his hand resting on my shoulder.I took the silver vial out and set it in the center of the table. The liquid inside swirled like a miniature storm."My father left this," I told them. "He’s alive. He’s being held under the Silverfang Citadel."Merek leaned over the vial, his nose inches from the glass. "This... this is not magic. This is Essence. It is the pure blood of the First Queen, preserved before th

RAVENFor the first three days after we returned from the Silverfang lands, the silence was almost louder than the explosion had been. I kept waking up in the middle of the night, my hand reaching for the silver vial on the nightstand, expecting to hear that thousand-layered whisper.But the vial was empty. The silver liquid was gone, soaked into floor, and the glass was just glass.It was a Tuesday, a day that felt aggressively normal. The sun was pale and cool, the kind of light that makes you want to stay in bed with a thick wool blanket. But life at the Iron Howler compound didn't stop for recovery.I sat at the small wooden table in the kitchen, watching the steam rise from a mug of tea. Outside the window, I could see the pack working. They weren't cleaning up gray dust anymore. They were building. Dominic was true to his word—the foundation for our new house was already being poured on the rise overlooking the valley."You’re thinking too hard," a voice said.I looked up.

RAVENThe garden didn't just look dead; it looked like the light has been sucked out of it.Where the blue lilies had once pulsed with a gentle, indigo light, there was now only a scorched circle of black earth that felt unnaturally cold. The air above the patch shimmered with a greasy haze, like heat rising , but when I reached out a hand, my fingers went numb instantly."Raven, get back," Dominic commanded. His voice was a low growl, vibrating with the authority of an Alpha who was seconds away from a full shift.He didn't have to tell me twice. I stumbled back, my boots crunching on the withered remains of the grass. The wolves of the Iron Howler pack were fanning out into the tree line, their movements frantic. For a wolf, scent is everything. It’s the map of the world. But as I watched Jax and Cole pause at the edge of the woods, I saw the confusion on their faces."There’s nothing, Dominic," Jax called out, his nostrils flaring. He looked frantic. "No scent. No footprints. It

RAVEN.The rest of the day was a slow, agonizing preparation.Dominic didn't leave my side. We walked the perimeter of the compound together, checking the salt-lines and the silver-infused wards Merek had suggested. Every time a wolf passed us, they bowed their heads, but I could see the flickers of doubt in their eyes.They weren't afraid of the Silverfangs anymore. They were afraid of my father. They were afraid of a monster they couldn't see.We ended up at the site of our new house. The workers had been sent back to the barracks for their own safety, so the site was eerily still. The smell of fresh-cut tree was still wrafting in the air, a cruel contrast to the smell of rot that seemed to follow me everywhere now.Dominic climbed up onto the sub-flooring, reaching down to help me up. We stood in what was supposed to be our living room."I was going to put the fireplace there," Dominic said, pointing to a gap in the framing. "Deep stone. Big enough to roast a whole deer if we wa