All Chapters of Alpha Step Daddy : Four Mates, One heart: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DOMINIC Inside the main house, the air was quiet. It was Dominic’s birthday, but he had spent the whole day acting like it was just another Tuesday. He had been in the maps room since dawn. He was counting spears. He was checking the walls. He was practically being the Alpha. I stood outside his wooden door. I held a small tray with two glasses and a bottle of dark, sweet wine. My heart was thudding against my ribs like a trapped bird. I wasn't wearing my usual leather gear or my heavy boots. I was wearing a dress made of black silk that felt like water against my skin. It was short, and it moved when I breathed. I didn't knock. I just pushed the door open. Dominic was sitting at his desk. The only light came from a few thick candles that were burning low. He looked tired. His dark hair was messy, and his shirt was open at the collar. When he saw me, he froze. His eyes moved from my face down to my bare legs, and then back up. His pupils got big. "Raven," he said. His vo

COLE The buzzer screamed through the arena. It was the loudest sound I had ever heard, but it was also the best. I stood on the ice, my chest heaving, my lungs burning like they were filled with hot coals. The scoreboard showed the truth in bright red lights: Iron Howlers 4, Silverfangs 3. We did it. I felt the heavy weight of my teammates as they slammed into me. We were a pile of sweaty jerseys and hard plastic pads. I laughed, the sound lost in the roar of the crowd. This wasn't just a game. In our world, sports were how we showed the other packs that we were still the kings of the north. Winning tonight meant the Silverfangs would have to keep their heads down for a while. "Cole! You're a legend!" one of the guys yelled, thumping my helmet. I skated toward the glass. I didn't look for the scouts or the coaches. I looked for one person. Raven was standing in the front row, her hands pressed against the cold plastic. She was wearing my spare jersey—the one that was three sizes

RAVEN The "Red Barn" was a place on the edge of our land. It wasn't fancy. It smelled of dry hay, old leather, and woodsmoke. Tonight, it belonged to the women. Specifically, the women who weren't born into our pack. The rogues. I sat on a hay bale, holding a jar of something that smelled like fermented apples and lightning. Around me sat five women. They had scars on their arms and hard looks in their eyes. They had lived in the wild, running from hunters and cruel Alphas, until they found us. "You don't drink like a Queen," a woman named Tasha said. She was a tall, lean rogue with a jagged scar across her throat. She took a long sip from her own jar. "You drink like someone who’s lived in the dirt." "I was a human girl in a small town three years ago," I said, leaning back. "The dirt is where I started." The tension in the barn began to melt. We weren't the "Queen" and her "subjects." We were just women in the dark. "Why did you let us stay?" asked Mara, the youngest of the gro

MEREKThe air in the high tower was thin and cold. Tonight, the sky was not the friend of the living. It was the hour of the lunar eclipse. In the courtyard below, the pack was silent. The wolves did not like it when the moon went dark. It felt like the eye of the world was closing.I stood by the window, watching the shadow creep across the moon. For a spirit like me, an eclipse is not just a shadow. It is a doorway. The wall between the world of the living and the world of the dead grows thin. I felt a hum in my chest—a vibration that made my ghostly form glow with a pale, silver light."Merek?"I turned. Raven stood in the doorway. She was wearing a thick cloak, but she was shivering. Not from the cold, but from the energy. As the Hybrid Queen, she felt the shift in the stars more than anyone."You should be inside with the others, Raven," I said. My voice sounded like the rustle of old leaves. "The energy tonight is heavy. It can swallow a soul if it is not careful.""I’m not worr

JAXThe north border is a line of gray rock and old trees. It is a place where the wind always bites and the sun feels far away. I like it here. It is quiet and simple. On the border, you are either safe or you are in danger. There is no middle ground."Keep your head down, Raven," I whispered.She was walking three steps behind me. She was wearing her heavy leather gear. Her black hair tucked into a cap. She was trying to be quiet, but her boots still made a soft crunch on the floor. She was getting better at moving like a wolf, but she still had the scent of a hybrid. She smelled like vanilla and the cold magic of the mountain."I’m trying, Jax," she whispered back. "But the air feels heavy today. Can you feel it?"I stopped. I closed my eyes and took a long breath through my nose. I didn't smell the damp earth. I smelled something sharp. Something that did not belong in the wild."Gun oil," I said. My voice was just a breath of air. "And old metal."I dropped to one kn