All Chapters of My little fierce mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The storm of celebration outside never touched the quiet hospital suite.Beyond the clinic walls, wolves howled praise into the night. Lanterns floated skyward like rising prayers. The pack feasted, danced, shouted, cried, prayed.But in this room—in this dim sanctuary lit only by a single moon-lamp—time moved softer.Slower.Gentler.As if afraid to disturb the woman sleeping in the bed.Ella lay half-sitting against a mound of pillows, her hair damp with post-birth sweat, her cheeks pale but glowing in that strange, holy way only new mothers carried. Her breathing was steady but shallow. Exhaustion pressed against her bones like a final weight she would gladly carry again if it meant the three tiny souls in the cribs beside her continued to breathe.Jake sat next to her, broad shoulders curved protectively, elbows resting on his knees, hair messy from running his hands through it a thousand times. He had washed the blood off like an hour ago. He had showered. Changed clothes. Clea

THIRD PERSON'S POVThree days after the prophecy flare shook Whitecliff to its bones, the pack grounds were no longer quiet.They buzzed.Hummed.Vibrated with the thick, metallic tension that came whenever power announced itself to the supernatural world. Every kingdom, every clan, every bloodline with even an ounce of political instinct knew one thing:History had tilted.And today, they came to witness the family responsible.Delegations arrived at the gates of Whitecliff one after another—sleek cars from the High Northern Clans, armored SUVs from the Border Packs, quiet but deadly witch-companions from the allied covens. The ceremonial courtyard became a tapestry of banners: silver for Crescentfall, blood-red for Redmoon, glacial white for Iceveil, obsidian for Bloodstone.Some came to celebrate.Some came to flatter.Some came to observe.And some came to measure their future enemies.Inside the grand hall, Jake and Ella stood together—Alpha and Luna, mate-bond glowing softly ben

The voices downstairs were a blur—shouting, growling, furniture scraping—but Ella barely heard any of it. Her knees buckled as her mind replayed Anna’s confession in a dizzying loop.I poisoned her… I poisoned our mother… Isabella was supposed to be mine.Kate's voice thundered through Ella’s skull like a war drum.“Get up.”Ella gasped, tears flooding her lashes. “Kate—she killed her. She killed our mother. She… she killed her.”“She murdered the woman who gave you life.”Kate’s tone was somber and ancient. “But the truth is power, not ruin. Stand up.”Ella pushed herself onto shaking feet.Jake’s roar shook the packhouse. “GET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT!”Warriors dragged Anna away kicking and screaming, but Ella wasn’t listening. She followed the sound of her mate’s fury until she reached the hall where the chaos had begun.The moment Jake saw her, every vein of rage in his body collapsed into raw, carved worry.“Ella—” His voice cracked.But Ella walked past him.She walked to Anna.Her

The ravens arrived before sunrise.Three of them—black as pitch, wings slicing the fog—circled Bloodstone territory and landed at the edge of the forest where the earth still smelled like dew and old grief.The pack had not slept since the night of the confession.They had not eaten.They had not spoken above a whisper.Loss hung over Bloodstone like a shroud.Williams—their Gamma, their historian, the man who once carried two daughters on his shoulders—had murdered his own child and then taken his life beside her body.No one truly understood why grief snaps one soul and spares another.But everyone understood this:Bloodstone was broken.• • •The pyres were built by hand.One for Williams.One for Anna.The pack stood in a wide circle around the clearing—heads bowed, hearts trembling—while Raphael stepped forward alone, shoulders tense, eyes hollow.He had aged ten years in a single night.Anna’s body lay wrapped in a white shroud embroidered with moon-thread, the symbol of a daugh

The world always seemed quieter before sunrise.Maybe that was why Kai liked it — the silence made sense to him. People didn’t. Expectations didn’t. Even his own wolf didn’t, half the time.But the quiet?The quiet was honest.He exhaled, breath fogging in the cold morning air, muscles straining as he held himself in a plank position. Sweat dripped into the dirt beneath him. His arms trembled. He ignored it.Four more minutes, he whispered to himself.“Or,” a familiar voice drawled behind him, “you could stop torturing the ground and actually eat breakfast like a normal person.”Kai didn’t look up. Didn’t need to.Aria’s voice carried that annoying mix of sass and brilliance only she possessed.“If you’re here to lecture me, I’m not listening.”“Bold of you to assume I need your permission,” she said, stepping into his line of sight.He sighed. “Aria…”She folded her arms. “Kai.”He pushed himself up — slowly — finishing the set out of sheer spite, brushing dirt from his forearms. At