All Chapters of Alpha : Her Empire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

SEBASTIAN’S POV The yard was cold at 4 a.m., the kind of morning that made lungs ache and fingers stiff. Mist hovered close to the ground, curling around boots, hitting noses and cheeks. Perfect conditions to separate the steady from the reckless. I stood with Lou and head of our Shadow's Kieran, at the head of the formation, watching twenty of our warriors line up, stretching, adjusting stances, testing the morning air. Lou was already barking instructions, fists swinging to demonstrate form, exaggerating every movement in his usual, overly enthusiastic style. Kieran crouched slightly, calm and measured, correcting stances and footwork with a single precise word. I observed both, letting them lead, while keeping my own stance and movement tight and deliberate. The Alpha’s presence mattered — they needed to see discipline, control, and competence, not just hear it. “Keep your guard up!” I called out, voice calm but carrying. “Remember timing is more important than power. Lou,

MORGAN'S POV Meetings are overrated. Especially here. A bunch of twenty-something old wolves arguing over whether we should be strategic, or break things until someone apologises and backs off. I call them meetings to sound fancy. I’m at the head of the table, because tradition right? Comfy trackpants and a t-shirt, fluffy socks to match the tough Alpha energy. James slides into the chair across from me like he belongs there. Calm, measured, the one who turns chaos into spreadsheets like its fun. Evelyn strolls in, curls bouncing, laptop perched on her hip, food in the other hand. My Cypher. “Babe,” she chirps, flashing me a grin, “humans and rogues are sharing comms. Coordinated. Threatening, but cute.” “Cute?” I ask. “Terrifying, but cute,” she amends, perfectly satisfied. Ah. Brilliant. Apparently surviving the apocalypse isn’t enough — now they need teamwork. Lou bursts in like the world owes him a fight. Head of Enforcers. Broad, trigger-happy, permanently ready to t

SEBASTIAN’S POV I fell into step beside Morgan as she led us toward the loading area. James and Seth, one of the inventory wolves, flanked us, both competent in their own right. Today wasn’t about drills — it was about movement, making sure the supplies leaving for the other packs actually got there intact. Morgan walked with that same calm precision that always drew attention. Warriors scattered across the yard turned their heads as she passed, posture straightening instinctively, even the younger wolves pausing mid-chase to glance at her. She didn’t command with shouts — she commanded with presence, with the way she carried herself. I allowed myself a quiet smile. Even after all this time, seeing her in action, fully in control, still warmed me. She’d built this pack, guiding others, protecting the vulnerable, keeping order in a world that had nearly forgotten the meaning of the word. And she did it all without losing herself to the role. A few of the elders were already

SEBASTIAN’S POV She thinks she hides it well my little love. The way her pulse jumps when I step too close.The way her chin lifts half a fraction higher.Morgan has never retreated from anything in her life.Including me.I watched her walk back inside after she told me to eat my lunch. Shoulders squared. Steps measured. Entirely composed again. I straightened up, brushed back my hair & did the same. If someone hadn’t been paying attention, they would’ve missed the slight tension in her spine, the heat radiating off her skin.I smirk softly. I notice everything. Winnie shoves a bowl in my hands the moment I walk in & gives me a look that could only mean, sit before I make you sit. I nod my head in thanks & settle in to lunch. The packhouse carried on around us in its usual rhythm, loud and warm and deceptively ordinary. Pups weaving between benches, Winnie issuing corrections like scripture, the low rumble of conversation layered over clinking cutlery and shifting chairs. It wou