All Chapters of Queen of Wolves : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dalton’s POVThe tremor fades, but I remain standing at the entrance of the meeting chamber long after the elders have gone.The corridor is quiet now. Torches flicker against stone walls. Outside the tall arched window at the end of the hall, the western horizon stretches wide and dark, trees swaying gently as if nothing unusual has happened at all.But I know better.My eyes remain fixed in that direction.Crimson Fang territory.Somewhere beyond those woods, she breathes.Somewhere beyond that line of hills, the earth answered her voice.Dallas is quiet inside me, but not calm. His presence presses forward, alert and watchful.She felt closer that time, he says.“Yes,” I murmur under my breath.The second vibration had not been violent, but it had been deliberate. Like a pulse. Like a heartbeat trying to stabilize.She is learning, Dallas adds.Or losing control again.I do not know which possibility unsettles me more.Footsteps approach from behind, slow and familiar.“You will bu

Dalton’s POVBy the time I step through the palace doors, the night has softened into a quiet hush, but my mind has not.The scent reaches me first.Roasted venison glazed in herbs. Buttered roots. Fresh bread brushed with honey. It wraps around me with warmth that feels almost foreign after a day of tension and strategy.Home.Dallas inhales deeply within me, calmer for the first time since the priestess’ warning.Food, he mutters with faint approval.I remove my cloak slowly, handing it to a servant. I intend to retreat straight to my study. There is still much to arrange before dawn.“Dalton.” My mother’s voice drifts from the dining hall.I pause.When I enter, both my parents are seated at the long oak table. Candles cast golden light across their faces. They are not merely elders of this kingdom. They are former rulers. They are strengths carved in experience.My mother’s eyes soften the moment they find me. My father’s gaze sharpens in quiet assessment.“Come and sit,” my mothe

Dalton’s POVThe courtyard is silent, but the silence is not empty. It is watching. Waiting.Ryder holds my gaze, and in that single measured second, I see it.A shift, Subtle, Precise.His shoulders roll back slightly. His chin lifts a fraction higher. The tension that had gathered around his mouth smooths out as if erased by invisible fingers. To any ordinary wolf, it would seem like nothing. A trick of light. A blink mistaken for movement.But I know better. That was not a nervous adjustment. That was control, he is putting on a face.Dallas grows still inside me, alert and focused.He hides something. ‘Yes.’The faint shock I caught earlier when he scented her on me is gone. Replaced by composure so deliberate it feels rehearsed.Alpha Ryder inclines his head, careful not to bow too low. “Your Majesty,” he says, voice polished, smooth as oiled steel. “Crimson Fang is honored by your presence.”Honored.The word is clean, refined and empty.His eyes, however, do not soften. They sh

Dallas’ POV The moment Dalton’s control wavered, I surged forward. Dalton hesitates. Dalton measures. Dalton plans. I do not. The pain is not mine—it is hers. Aluna. My mate. The bond screams across every fiber of my being, tearing at me, igniting a fire no restraint can contain. I am not polite. I am not patient. I am the storm Dalton only prepares for.The air grows heavy as we approach Ryder, and already the weight of my presence presses down. It is not just authority; it is inevitability. Wolves around us falter, trembling, kneeling instinctively under the raw power pressing from me. Dalton’s warriors, accustomed to his calm command, feel it too. Even Ryder himself falters, his composure crumbling against the sheer force that radiates from my body. For the first time, he realizes he is not facing Dalton, and he cannot fight what approaches him.I step closer, and the scent of rage, of unyielding dominance, fills the corridor. Ryder’s knees bend. His own beta’s jaw tightens, sens

Dalton’s POVThe moment Dallas withdrew, the silence inside me felt louder than the chaos that had just unfolded.James bowed his head slightly and stepped aside, giving me the space I needed. The red glow from the altar still pulsed against the stone walls, slower now, but alive…hungry. My mate lay in the center of it all, her body limp, her breathing shallow, her skin pale against the cruel carvings etched beneath her.“mate…” My voice broke before I could stop it.I rushed forward and dropped to my knees beside her. The scent of her blood wrapped around me like a curse. My hands slid beneath her shoulders, trying to lift her from that monstrous stone.She didn’t move.No.Not because she was too weak.Because she was bound.The altar was holding her.The moment I tried to raise her, the symbols flared brighter and her body jerked violently. A sharp cry tore from her lips, thin and broken.I froze.The realization hit me like a blade to the gut.The altar wasn’t just beneath her. I