All Chapters of Alpha : Her Empire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

MORGAN’S POV His body slumped on the ground lifeless. I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose, eye closed & extending my hand holding the bloody knife to Kieran. He took it, wiped it clean & put it away. Lou let out a low whistle behind me. “Well… that was less than ideal.” I glanced at him over my shoulder, "His voice was annoying me," He grinned, shaking his head. “Touché, boss.” Static flickered through the comm at his belt. Evelyn’s voice cut sharp, tight with urgency. “Babe! Exfil in two minutes. Get everyone back. Now. I’ve got medics en route to the river pack as well as some coming to you for any injured or... lost," she paused. "The comms dropped when that first explosion went off — I thought it was a tech error. My fault. I should’ve seen it.” "Lou, just tell her to keep the channels open. Medics on standby.” He nods & repeats my request. Sebastian stepped closer, low growl rumbling through the bond, his wolf form massive beside me. I felt the hum of his heart

SEBASTIAN’S POV three days later...Morgan and I stood in the bedroom, both dressed now, not training gear, but the sharp, professional style we pulled out three or four times a year for these council meetings. She tugged at her cream blouse, rolling her eyes. “Putting on this professional front again… still bullshit. Three, maybe four times a year, and it still feels like a costume.”I smirked, buttoning up my charcoal shirt, letting my fingers brush briefly over her shoulder. “You look deadly. And yeah… maybe the heels aren’t ideal, but they are… kind of hot.”She gave me a half-smile, not quite convinced. "Hmm," I pull her close at the waist & she lets out a little yelp. "All I'm thinking of is you in just the heels," I whisper against her neck. I feel the arousal spike through our bond & she shudders softly. "You...," I let out a soft chuckle before kissing her forehead & letting her go. Outside the pack house, Morgan stood beside me, posture sharp, heels clicking lightly ag

THIRD PERSON POV The clearing outside the pack house had been prepared well before sunset. Torches circled the open space in wide intervals, their flames moving quietly in the evening breeze while the moon slowly climbed above the treeline. Morgan's pack arrived in small groups rather than one great procession, stepping into the clearing with subdued voices & lowered heads.Survivors of Alpha Harold’s fallen pack stood closer to the front, their posture tight with loss that had not yet settled into something manageable. James lingered near the edge of the clearing, watching the final groups arrive with the calm patience of someone used to guiding large gatherings without needing to command them loudly. Once the murmurs softened, he gave a small nod toward the treeline.The Alphas were coming.Shapes began to move through the trees.They had chosen to arrive already in wolf form, large silhouettes stepping from shadow into silver moonlight. The effect was immediate. Conversations fad