All Chapters of The Cruel Alpha Is My Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Dexter“I’m not doing one more thing tonight, Rio. I swear to fucking God, if you hand me another report, I’ll throw it out the damn window.”Rio chuckled, flopping down on the couch across from me, dropping a thick folder on the table between us. “You sound like a stick, man. Even machines need to cool down.”I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair, exhausted. “Exactly. That’s what I’ve been saying for the past two hours. Let me sleep. Let me fucking breathe. We’ll deal with this tomorrow.”He raised a brow, smirking. “Dexter, you’ve been on edge since the last patrol. Even the omegas are scared to walk past you.”“They should be,” I muttered. “I’m barely holding it together.”Rio stretched, yawning. “Maybe you should take your own advice for once. Rest. Recharge. Stop acting like the weight of the whole damn pack is yours alone to carry.”“I wish I could,” I said under my breath. “I really fucking wish I could.”He gave me a look like he wanted to say more, but stopped. “Alrigh

AriaThe next day,I heard the first boom when I was in the corridor, on my way to the infirmary again. It was deep, shaking. The kind of sound that crawled into your chest and stayed there. For a second, I froze. My brain didn’t process it. Not right away. Then the next one hit. Louder. Closer. A sharp tremble beneath my feet. Windows shattered, screams followed. People ran.Rogues.Panic flooded the hallways like smoke. I didn’t know where to go. My legs acted on their own, dragging me towards the cellar as more explosions rang out, this time from the east wing.I barely made it in before the door slammed shut behind me, sealing us in darkness. There were a few others down here, huddled, shivering, some crying, some praying. I didn’t speak. I just stood there, eyes wide open in the dark, trying to hear past the pounding in my ears. My hands were shaking.Dexter was still unconscious. And the pack was falling apart.I could feel it—the air was thick with fear. That bitter scent of sw

AriaI knew it was going to be a rough day the moment I heard her heels clicking against the polished floor. Dexter's mother had just returned from her trip, and if I thought the woman hated me before, today proved she had barely begun.I walked down the hallway, trying to avoid drawing attention to myself. My body still ached from the aftermath of the attack, and my mind wasn’t exactly in the best place. But when I saw her, standing tall with a hard expression and cold eyes, I knew she saw me first. Her gaze raked over me like I was dirt."You're still alive," she sneered, folding her arms. "Pity. I hoped you'd be dead. Seems my son has grown too soft."I paused, blinking slowly. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me flinch."Good morning to you too," I said quietly, even managing a faint smile.Before she could answer, voices echoed from a nearby hallway. Raised. Heated. Familiar.Rio.And Sophia.I stopped walking. So did Dexter’s mother.Their voices got louder.

AriaThe tension in the room was unbearable. Not the awkward, surface-level kind. No, this was a thick, choking silence—the kind that stuck to the walls and wrapped around your throat. We were all seated in the living room, but no one was relaxed. No one even moved. The air was heavy with judgment, and I could feel the weight of every unspoken word pressing down on my skin. My chest was tight. Sophia sat beside Rio, looking smaller than I’d ever seen her, despite the mess she’d caused. Dexter was across from them, his face blank, unreadable, but I could see the storm behind his eyes.Then the door opened.Alpha Wren walked in, his presence massive even before he said a word. I’d seen dominant alphas before, but Wren? He was something else. He didn’t speak right away—he just stood there, eyes scanning the room like a predator picking out prey. His jaw was clenched so tightly I could hear the strain in his neck.Dexter stood up, formal. Cold. "Thanks for coming, Wren."Wren didn’t respo

Aria I didn’t know what time it was. Didn’t care.The room smelled like sex, heat and Dexter. The sheets were tangled around our legs, and his chest was still rising and falling beside me, calm and steady. I listened to it like it was music — each breath grounding me, reminding me last night hadn’t been a dream.He’d said he wanted me.He said he liked me.I’d felt it, too. Every time his lips touched mine. Every time his hands claimed my body like it was something sacred.I didn’t know if it was love yet — maybe it was too soon. But it wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just missing each other. It was something real. Something dangerous. Something addictive.His fingers slid lazily across my waist. “You’re staring again.”“You’re naked in my bed, I think I’m allowed to look.”He smirked, then leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose. “Not complaining.”I pushed at his shoulder. “You’re not staying in bed all day.”He raised a brow. “Says who?”“Says your Gamma, and your workload, and the t