All Chapters of TO SATE AN ALPHA’S FURY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alaric POVI fought hard to protect Sophie. The rogues circled us like vultures. I felt the heat of her breath. Her small hand gripped my tunic. I swung my blade in arcs. Steel met flesh. I heard the wet sound of impacts. There were too many of them. I saw Sophie’s face. Her skin was pale. Her eyes rolled back. She headed for the ground. I caught her before she hit the dirt. My heart stopped."Sophie!" I roared.She did not answer. She was limp in my arms. Seeing her fall changed something inside me. A hot fire burned in my chest. My bones snapped. My skin stretched. I did not care about the pain of the change. I became very angry. I shifted into my wolf form. My clothes tore. My vision turned red. I let out a howl that shook the trees.I tore most of the rogues in pieces. I used my claws to rip through their bones. I used my teeth to crush throats. I moved with rage. They came from every side. They tried to overshadow me. They wanted to reach for Sophie. I stood over her body.

Chef Fenris POVThe parchment paper rolled down. The silence of the Great Hall shattered. I stared at the charcoal marks. Blackwood Kingdom: 1. Moon Crescent Kingdom: 8. The gap was an insult. It was a physical blow to every citizen in the room. The elders began to whisper. Their voices sounded like a hive of angry bees. I saw Silas grip the edge of his workstation. Martha looked as if she had forgotten how to breathe.Alaric did not move at first. He sat on his throne like a statue of ice. Then, he turned his head slowly. He looked at Alpha Stone. The air between the two kings felt tight. It felt ready to snap."How dare you score that dish a one?" Alaric asked.His voice was not loud. It was a low growl. It carried to every corner of the hall."We were asked to score fairly." Stone replied. He shrugged his broad shoulders. "That is the score I chose. Or are you scared your kingdom is losing already?"Stone leaned back. He looked at the elders. He wanted them to see his confidenc

Chef Fenris POVThe floor felt cold. The Great Hall remained behind us. The air there was thick. It smelled of scorched fat and failure. We walked in a tight formation. The Northern guards followed us. I kept my eyes forward. I did not look at Skade. I did not look at Varg. I felt the heat of Alpha Stone’s anger. It radiated from him like a furnace. He led us toward the isolated tower. This was our temporary barracks.We entered the central chamber. The door slammed shut. The sound echoed. Alpha Stone turned to face us. His face was a mask of fury. He did not speak. He let the silence sit on us. He let us feel the weight of the tie."I brought you here to win." Stone said.His voice a low growl. "We gave them a challenge they could not meet, Alpha." Skade said.He looked at every one of us. He stopped at Skade. She stood with her chin high. Her eyes were hard. But I saw the way her fingers twitch."Chef Skade." Stone called."My Alpha." She replied."You gave them a tie." Stone sna

Sophie POVThe air grew thick. It felt like a physical weight. I stood before the stove. My body became rigid. I smelled the fat rendering from the ducks. It had a rich scent. Then, a different odor cut through the grease. It was sweet. It was cloying. It smelled like rotting lilies left in stagnant water. My lungs burned. My vision began to blur. I looked down at my hands. They were not my hands. I saw the withered hands of the figure.I remembered the story of her death. My bones turned to water. The knife in my hand felt like a mountain. I could not move. I could not breathe. I stood there like a statue.The crowd was filled with noise. I heard their laughter. It sounded like the shadow was talking. I saw Damien move. He did not go for the sauce. He did not sabotage the meal. He drove the knife into his own flesh. The sound of the blade piercing his flesh was sharp.The sight of his blood was like a curse to the spell. The shock of the violence acted as a cold splash of water. My

Sophie POVThe Great Hall felt like the inside of a furnace. The Alphas sat in their high chairs. The elders leaned forward. Their eyes were sharp. They were hungry for a winner. Cassian stepped to the center of the room. He held a scroll. He unrolled it with a snap."The third and final round begins now." Cassian announced. "The dish to be cooked is duck soup. You have two hours to finish. If this round ends in a tie, the Moon Crescent pack wins the competition. If Blackwood wins this round, they take the victory. The stakes are absolute."Alpha Stone and King Alaric nodded. They did not look at each other. They looked at the kitchen stations. The bell rang. The sound vibrated in my teeth. The crowd roared."Damien, Silas, get the birds." I ordered. "We need to move fast."We grabbed the ducks. They were heavy and cold. We had already cleaned them. Now we began the stuffing. I took the wild herbs. I pushed them into the cavities. I used rosemary, thyme, and a bitter root from the s