All Chapters of Alpha Step Daddy : Four Mates, One heart: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

RAVEN They came with the sunrise. Four hundred wolves emerging from the forest like a tide of death. Coalition forces in perfect formation, disciplined and deadly. At their center, Soren's massive black wolf radiated ancient power. Our forces stood ready—two hundred fifty wolves spread across defensive positions. Inexperienced. Afraid. But standing. "Hold the line!" I called out, my voice carrying across the clearing. "Remember your training. Remember what we fight for!" Soren shifted to human form, his voice booming across the battlefield. "Last chance, young Supreme. Kneel now. Save your wolves this slaughter." "The only one dying today is tyranny!" I shifted, my black wolf standing tall against the dawn. "Attack!" The coalition charged. The world exploded into chaos. Wolves collided in a fury of claws and fangs. The carefully planned formations dissolved within seconds into brutal individual combat. Blood sprayed across frozen ground. Screams filled the air—both wolf and hu

RAVEN The new Council chamber was barely more than a reinforced tent, but it held thirty wolves comfortably. Representatives from every surviving reformed pack, plus three coalition wolves who'd proven themselves during reconstruction.Anton sat among them now, no longer a prisoner but a provisional member. Earning trust one day at a time."The financial reports are grim." Rodriguez laid out spreadsheets salvaged from the archives Elise had died protecting. "We spent everything on the war effort. Food supplies will last another month. Medical supplies maybe two weeks. Building materials are nearly gone.""The German packs have offered loans," Maya reported from her position beside me. She'd grown into her role as heir, speaking with confidence I envied. "Klaus says we can repay when we're stable. No interest.""That's generous." Alpha Catherine studied the numbers. "Suspiciously generous. What does he want in return?""Alliance." I met her suspicious gaze. "Klaus believes in what we'

RAVENThe trial chamber was our largest rebuilt structure—open-air amphitheater carved from necessity and determination. Every reformed pack sent representatives. Coalition prisoners attended under guard. Neutral packs sent observers.And at the center, in chains of silver and iron, sat Soren.Eight hundred years old. Unrepentant. Defiant."This is unprecedented," Alpha Catherine observed as we prepared. "We've never had formal war crimes trials. No legal framework. No precedent.""Then we create one." I reviewed the charges one last time. "That's what democracy means. Building systems as we go. Making it up and hoping it works.""Hoping isn't a legal strategy.""It's all we have."The amphitheater filled quickly. Three hundred wolves—more than we'd had at the solstice battle. Word had spread. Everyone wanted to see how democracy handled its greatest enemy.I took my position not as judge but as Supreme—the one who'd captured him. Maya sat beside me as heir. The Council formed the act

RAVEN The Council chamber felt like a courtroom. Thirty-seven Alphas sat in judgment, and I stood in the center—not as Supreme, but as the accused."You acted without authorization." Alpha William's voice carried satisfaction. "Deployed fifty wolves. Committed Council resources. Risked lives. All without a single vote. Without consultation. Without democracy.""I saved thirty lives." I kept my voice steady. "Prevented a massacre. Protected a pack—even one that had voted to leave us.""By becoming a dictator." He turned to address the Council. "This is exactly what I warned about. Raven talks about democracy but acts like every other Supreme in history. She decides. She commands. She expects obedience.""She also expects consequences." Alpha Catherine's voice cut through. "That's why we're here. To hold her accountable. That's what makes this different from dictatorship.""Is it? Because from where I stand, we're just rubber-stamping decisions she's already made. Pretending oversight

RAVEN The assassination attempt came during a routine Council session.No warning. No intelligence. Just a wolf I'd trusted for months—a refugee from the Montana pack—pulling a silver blade mid-discussion about agricultural subsidies.He moved fast. Professional. Trained.But I'd survived too many battles to be taken by surprise.I shifted mid-lunge, his blade catching my shoulder instead of my heart. Pain exploded white-hot but I didn't stop. My wolf's jaws closed around his throat before he could strike again."Don't kill him!" Rodriguez's voice cut through the chaos. "We need him alive for questioning!"I wanted to kill him. Wanted to end the threat, eliminate the danger, protect my pack through violence.Instead, I pinned him. Held him until guards could restrain him with silver chains.Democracy meant due process. Even for assassins."His name is Marcus Reeve." Kira's research was already pulling up information. "Real Montana refugee. Family died in coalition attacks. Passed eve