All Chapters of THE ALPHA’S GHOST: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

KAYE'S POVThe water swallowed me whole.The shock of it punched the air from my lungs as I plunged beneath the surface, driven deeper by the force of the explosion tearing the mountain apart behind us. Light fractured above me, broken into silver shards by churning foam and falling debris. My body kept moving on instinct alone, arms slicing through the freezing water as I forced myself downward, away from the collapsing rock and fire.Down. Then out.That was the plan.Every muscle screamed in protest. The transformation had taken everything. The extractions had taken more. My veins still glowed faintly beneath my skin, but the light flickered now, uneven and weak, like a dying star. Each stroke felt heavier than the last, my limbs dragging through the water as exhaustion wrapped around me like a net.I focused on direction.West. Toward open water. Toward air.My lungs burned. My vision blurred at the edges. I could feel my heart struggling to keep pace, each beat slower than the on

KAYE'S POVWeak was not the right word for how I felt.Weak implied something temporary, something that would pass with rest and food and time. What lived in my body now felt deeper than that. My muscles obeyed me, but slowly. My energy came in uneven waves. The silver beneath my skin stayed dim, like it was conserving itself, watching, waiting.I moved anyway.The packhouse was quiet in the early hours before dawn, the kind of quiet that only comes after devastation. Wolves slept where they could, curled up in rooms. The halls echoed faintly under my bare feet as I made my way toward the records room.Ethan wanted me resting.I could feel that through the mate bond, his concern pressed tight with exhaustion and responsibility. But he also trusted me. And he felt the same pull I did.Carly’s dreams were not just dreams.They were warnings.I slipped into the records room and closed the door gently behind me. The lights flickered on, revealing rows of cabinets and terminals that had no

KAYE'S POVEverything shifted after Theo spoke.Not slowly. Not gently. The truth landed like the ground dropping out from under us, leaving nothing solid to stand on.We sat in one of the smaller council rooms, the kind meant for planning patrols and supply routes, not for learning that monsters did not stay dead. Sunlight came through the windows in thin lines, dust floating in the air, peaceful in a way that felt wrong after everything we had lived through.Theo stood near the wall, arms crossed, his posture calm in a way that made my skin crawl. Ethan paced back and forth, restless energy rolling off him. I sat at the table, hands folded tight in front of me, silver veins faint beneath my skin, pulsing when my heart raced.“If Jon Tulip is a Nephilim,” I said slowly, forcing the words to come out steady, “then Alaska might not have been the end.”Theo nodded once. “It likely was not.”Ethan stopped pacing. “You are saying he survived being crushed under a collapsing mountain.”“I

ETHAN'S POVIt felt like I was drowning on dry land.Every breath came in shallow and sharp, like my lungs refused to trust the air anymore. I stood in the center of the packhouse command room, staring at faces that kept shifting in my memory. Lucas. Sarah. Scottie. Each one layered over the other until I could not tell where loyalty ended and deception began.My best friend had been a traitor.Our doctor had been an operative.The enforcer who stood beside me when everything fell apart was not just immortal, but a handler guiding the destruction from the shadows.I had rebuilt Blackwater with hands that never realized they were being guided.The realization hollowed me out.Through the mate bond, Kaye felt it all. The weight. The anger. The doubt that crept in like poison, whispering that maybe trusting anyone was a mistake. Her presence pressed against mine, steady and warm, refusing to let me disappear into the spiral.I closed my eyes and focused on her.On the sound of her breath

ETHAN'S POVThe truth settled in slowly, like a sickness that did not announce itself all at once.Jon Tulip had never been alone.That realization hit harder than any blade or explosion. I stood in the command room with maps spread across the table, reports stacked in uneven piles, voices from secure calls still echoing in my ears. Every new piece of information made the picture worse, not clearer.Jon had been one mind.But the work continued without him.Veilkeeper channels stayed open for hours. I spoke to Alphas I trusted, to ones I barely knew, to operatives who sounded just as shaken as we were. I told them about the evolved pathogen strain. I told them about reactivation. I told them about Carly.The responses came back fast.Too fast.Three other packs had reported the same thing.Wolves who had been cured days ago were changing again. Fevers returned suddenly. Eyes flickered silver, then dark. Bodies rejected their own healing. Extraction no longer held.One Alpha broke down