All Chapters of Alpha Marcel: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lia:The summons came in the afternoon.They were not loud or dramatic, but it was enough to make me tense at the idea of knowing that she now saw me as a challenge.Luna Isobel wishes to see you.I already knew this wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation. And I already knew that she would a lot to tell me.“Is there anything that I need to know?” I asked Theia as she walked in front of me.“That depends… how bad have things gotten between her and her son because of your presence.” Theia said, her voice cold and void of emotion as she looked at me. I wanted to say that it was not my fault…I wanted to explain to her that I did not come to ruin things, but I also knew that she wasn’t going to listen to me.I watched as she knocked on the door before opening it, allowing me inside.Her chamber felt colder than usual when I stepped inside. Luna Isobel sat at the head of the room, posture immaculate, gaze sharp and assessing. Elara was there too, seated slightly to the side, hands folded in

Lia:The forest felt different at night.Quieter. Honest.My irritation hadn’t disappeared, I could still feel it simmering beneath my skin. My body ached in that dull, familiar way, and Elara’s words from earlier clung to me like burrs. Luna Isobel’s summons too. The way she’d looked at me, measured me, as if I were already something she’d decided to use… as if something that she wanted to get rid of.But being out here with Marcel softened the edges.The two of us walked side by side, and I found myself smiling as I inhaled the beautiful scent that the ground let out. As much as I hated it when I was out in the open, the cold nights, the fear, the pain when I was injured… I found myself missing the quiet that I got used to.We stopped beneath a large tree, its roots thick and old, grounding. I sank down first, leaning back against the trunk, and he followed, settling beside me before pulling me gently into his arms. Just like that, I was tucked against his chest, his arm firm around

Lia:“Are you sure that you want to go back?” Marcel asked, and I raised an amused eyebrow.“You know as well as I do that staying in your room forever is not going to be an option. Even if you choose to want me to be in your room permanently, it does not mean that I am going to be locked in day and night.” I said, making him chuckle. “I told you that I was bored being caged, you keeping me in your room is not much different, by the way.”“Ha, ha.” He teased, making me laugh before I could stop myself. “I am not keeping you caged. The whole point is me wanting you to be safe, Lia.”“I know, but you keeping me inside is not keeping me safe. It is keeping me locked up, and I don’t think that the two of us came to agree that this was the right thing to do.” I said, and he sighed before nodding.“But if there is anything…”“I will come back.” I said, stopping him before he could finish his sentence. “You need to get to work too.”I helped him button his shirt as I looked him in the eye, k

Marcel:Dominic didn’t waste time with pleasantries.He rarely ever did anyway.The doors closed behind him, the room sealing into quiet thick enough to taste, and he went straight to the table where maps were spread, borders marked in red, black pins driven deep into territory lines that had been stable for decades.“They’re not testing anymore,” Dominic said, voice low. “They’re advancing. And it is starting to get out of hand, and you know that.”I folded my arms, eyes scanning the marks. “Rogues don’t advance without backing. They know that we are fighting back, but they also know that wolves are not technically as united as they used to be, and they are using that to their advantage.”“Exactly,” he replied. “The Council lifted protection, then pretended it was neutrality. Katherine took advantage of that gap. She is gathering around allies here and there, and worst of all, most men are giving into her. Even if their Lunas don’t like her presence, they technically are not doing an

Katherine:Home had never smelled sweeter.I remembered hating being here when I was younger, that the fact that I was forced to live through with my father was something that I loathed. Then coming back only reminded me of how much of a fool I was…But now… it has become my sanctuary… my home.The halls of my pack were silent as I walked through them, heads bowed, servants and guards alike stepping aside without question. They believed the story I had given them, that my father had grown weak, that sickness had finally claimed him in his sleep.They never asked how a dying man had managed to claw at the sheets.Or why his throat had bruised.They didn’t care much, I assumed.I stopped in my private chamber and turned toward the lone framed picture resting on the shelf beside my desk. The one picture that I refused to let go of. it was a reminder of everything that I was working on, what I lost… he was the reminder of all the pain than I lived through.Dominic.Us.I stared at it long