All Chapters of TO SATE AN ALPHA’S FURY: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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

Alaric's POVThe sun went down behind the mountains. The sky turned purple and orange. I stood in the middle of the garden. I sent the servants and guards away. I looked at the table I had prepared. It held a bottle of wine and two cups. I wanted a quiet moment. I planned to tell Sophie she was important to me. I wanted to give her a place by my side that no law could challenge.But she was late. Sophie always kept her word. A cold feeling hit my stomach. The palace was too quiet. It was the silence before a hunt. I stopped walking and listened. I heard a distant bell. It was the Bell of Judgment that the Elders only rang for big crimes.A boy ran through the bushes. It was Pip from the kitchen. He had soot on his skin with tears and sweat running down his face. He tripped on a root but got up fast. He ran toward me waving his arms. The guards tried to stop him. I raised my hand."Let him speak." I roared. My voice was loud in the garden.Pip fell down at my feet. He could not breath

Alaric POVThe Sun-Drop Pendant hung between my fingers as I stood in the center of the hall. felt hot in my palm. The crowd was silent and the Elders sat on their bench like statues. I turned my head and locked my eyes onto Elara. Her face was the pale because she knew the game was over."Elara." I said. My voice was a low growl that echoed through every corner. "Come forward."She moved with slow steps, keeping her head down like a wounded bird. It was an act. I know her better than anyone. She stopped ten feet away from me."You told this Council your pendant was stolen." I said, holding up the pendant. "You said Sophie took it and used magic to hide it.""I thought she did." Elara whispered. Her voice shaking. "It was missing from my box and I was scared, Alaric. Maybe she brought it out now to shame me.""Enough of your scheming, Elara. You were not scared." I walked toward her. I felt the Alpha power surging in my blood. "You knew exactly where this was. You paid someone to hid