All Chapters of TO SATE AN ALPHA’S FURY: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Sophie POVThe hall turned into a fortress in seconds. The sound of metal sliding against leather filled the air. The Blackwood guards drew their swords. The Moon Crescent guards mirrored the movement. The steel caught the light of the day. King Alaric stood up. He pulled his own blade from its scabbard. His eyes were sharp. He looked like a predator scanning the horizon. I could not tell if he felt fear or anticipation. Cassian stepped toward the center of the hall. His muscles bunched under his tunic. I knew he was ready to shift into his wolf form at any moment."I will go check it out, Your Majesty." Cassian said."You can go." Alaric replied. He kept his eyes on the door. "Make sure to send back information if it is a threat."Cassian moved with the speed. He exited through the side door. The guards moved to block the main entrance. They formed a wall of shield. At the Northern station, Skade held her knife like a weapon of war. She did not look at her soup. She looked at the

Sophie POVThe face of Alpha Stone said we were dead. He descended the stairs of the dais with the tread of a butcher. "How dare you insult me in my own kingdom, Stone?" Alaric asked.Alaric did not move. He stood in front of his throne. He looked down at the Northern Alpha. His voice was a low vibration."You said the competition is not over until you say so." Alaric continued. "You forget where you stand. You are in my kingdom, Stone. You agreed to the chefs scoring each other. You shook on the deal. Why are you angry that the Blackwood chefs won a fair fight? Why do you bark like a dog that lost its bone?"Stone stood at the base of the stairs. He looked up at Alaric. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he had not slept in weeks."I cannot go back empty handed, Alaric." Stone spat. He wiped the sweat on his forehead. "I cannot add my pack to the Blackwood pack until I discuss the terms with my council. If I return with nothing but a story about a soup, they will rip me apart

Sophie POVI woke up before the first bell. Competition energy had vanished. In my chest I felt a strange lightness.I went to the royal kitchen. The air was cool and smelt of extinguished hearths. I built a small fire in the private stove. I wanted to cook for Alaric. I didn't want the staff to help.I stirred three eggs with a wood spatula till they were frothy. I added a pinch of salt and dried chives. The butter in the pan hissed. I folded the omelet into a perfect crescent, and cut a loaf of sourdough bread. I toasted it over an open flame. The scent filled the room. It was a simple and honest meal. I carried the tray to Alaric’s study. The guards at his door bowed lower than usual. They saw me as the victor. They saw me as the woman who had saved the kingdom. I entered the room. Alaric was sitting at his desk. He looked tired like the weight of the crown was pressing into his shoulders. He looked up when I entered. His expression softened. The hard lines around his eyes vanis