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

DOMINIC The war was coming. I could smell it in the wind, a sharp scent of iron and cold fire. Every day, my scouts brought back reports of the Silverfang army growing larger in the valley. They were like a dark stain spreading across the green woods. My pack was ready, my walls were strong, and my teeth were sharp. But as the Alpha, I knew that the greatest battle wasn't fought with claws. It was fought in the mind. Raven was the center of everything. She was the sun around which my whole world moved. But lately, that sun was flickering. The pressure of being the Queen, the weight of the prophecy, and the arrival of the "Fifth Pillar" had left her exhausted. I could see it in the way her shoulders slumped when she thought no one was looking. I could feel it in the bond—a low, humming vibration of stress that never went away. She needed a place where she wasn't a Queen. She needed a place where she was just Raven. And as her Alpha, it was my job to build it for her. For three weeks

COLE The tension in the training yard was so thick you could cut it with a hockey skate. On one side, you had Jax—the Enforcer. He was a wall of muscle, ink, and bad attitude. He lived for the weight room and the fight. On the other side, you had me. I was fast, I had the static spark, and I knew how to move on my feet better than any heavy-footed wolf. It started over something stupid. A training dummy. "You’re too soft with your strikes, hockey boy," Jax grunted, wiping sweat from his forehead. He had just punched a hole through a reinforced leather bag. "If a Silverfang gets inside your reach, those little sparks won't save you." I leaned against my hockey stick, which I sometimes used for reach drills. I gave him my best cocky grin. "And you’re too slow, big guy. By the time you pull that heavy arm back to punch, I’ve already looped around you twice and tagged your ribs." Jax narrowed his eyes. "Speed is nothing without power." "Power is nothing if you’re hitting the air," I

RAVEN The compound was busy, but my mind was busier. Having four mates—soon to be five—was a blessing, but it was also a puzzle. Each of them needed something different. Dominic needed respect. Jax needed peace. Cole needed attention. Merek needed connection. I sat in the kitchen, watching the steam rise from my tea. I felt the bonds in my chest. They were like four colored strings, all pulling in different directions. If I didn't balance them, someone was going to feel left behind. "You're thinking too loud again," Cole said, walking in and stealing a piece of toast from my plate. "I’m trying to make a schedule," I said, showing him my notebook. "A schedule?" Cole laughed. "For what? Training?" "For date nights," I said seriously. "I want to spend one-on-one time with each of you. No war talk. No pack business. Just us. A rotation." Cole’s eyes lit up. "I like that. Can I go first? I know a great spot by the river—" "Actually," I said, smiling at him. "I already picked the ord

MEREK The rogue was dying, but it wasn't a wound of the flesh. It was a wound of the spirit. He had been found at the edge of our territory, shivering in the mud. He was a young wolf, barely a man, but he was covered in black, pulsing veins that moved under his skin like snakes. It was a "Hollow Curse"—a dark magic used by the Silverfang sorcerers to turn enemies into empty shells. "Can you save him?" Jax asked, standing by the door of the infirmary. Even the Enforcer looked uneasy at the sight of the curse. "It will take everything I have," I said. I was a spirit, but even spirits have a limit. Healing a curse like this required me to reach into the void and pull the darkness into myself, then burn it away with my own light. It was a dangerous game. If I wasn't careful, the darkness would swallow me. "Raven, stay back," I warned as she entered the room. "No," she said, her voice steady. "I’m the Queen. If one of our guests is suffering, I’m here." I began the rite. I placed my

JAX The air in the city was thick. It did not smell like the mountain. It smelled like old oil, trash, and too many people. We were far from the Iron Howler home. We were in the "Grey District," a place where the sun never seemed to reach the ground. I looked at the girl standing next to me. She did not look like my mate neither did she look like Raven. She wore a wig made of short, white hair. Her face was hidden behind big, dark glasses and wore a heavy leather jacket that was too big for her. "Do I look okay?" she whispered. "You look like a troublemaker," I said. My voice was a low growl. I looked at myself in a dirty window. I wore a hood over my head. I had dirt on my face to hide my tattoos. I looked like a rogue wolf—someone with no pack and no home. That was the goal. We were here to find a man who sold secrets. We needed to know what the Silverfangs were buying. "Stay behind me," I said. "And do not use your magic. Not even a spark." "I know the rules, Jax," she said.