All Chapters of Alpha's Claim, Omega's Surrender: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Did he actually agree?!" Jessa’s eyes were wide, round as saucers, reflecting the flickering streetlights of Silverwood.She clearly thought it would take a grueling battle of wills for a High Alpha like Grant to let go. I didn't answer; I couldn't. My throat felt like it was lined with glass.Seeing me on the verge of a breakdown, Kenneth stepped in, his voice a calm anchor. "I’ll drive you to the Ridge, Mars. Talk it out. Be careful not to hurt yourself... or the life you're carrying."He said it deliberately, his eyes searching mine for any flicker of instinct. If I had truly given up on the pups, I would have been indifferent to the warning. But I felt my hand twitch toward my stomach.The air between us froze for what felt like an eternity. I slowly lifted my head, my voice so hoarse it was barely audible. "Can I... really keep them?"Was I just walking the same lonely path my mother did? I didn't know what came next—how to be a father, how to hide from a High Alpha—but the thou

“Let him go, Mars. You’re only making the inevitable bleed out slower,” Jeffrey muttered, his shadow looming over me as I watched the pack doctor retreat down the sterile corridor of the VTN ROOM.I didn’t look at him. My hands were shoved deep into my pockets, my fingers curling around the cold weight of my phone. “I have things to settle. A life isn't a business contract you can just shred, Jeffrey. Not his, and not mine.”“Then end it properly! This whole charade of a mating ceremony at the Walker Ridge Estate... you’re only doing it to soothe your own guilt. Grant is drowning, and you’re handing him a glass of water while holding his head under.” Jeffrey’s voice was jagged with a frustration he couldn't hide. He let out a long, ragged sigh, the sound of a man who had run out of arguments. “Fine. Have it your way. I’ll process his discharge. But don't expect the Silverwood pack to forget what you’ve done to their Alpha.”I didn't stay to hear the rest. I turned and walked, not towa

The Ridge Courtyard was transformed into a vision of ritualistic intensity, a scene Grant had apparently been drafting in his mind since the days we were just teenagers running the forest borders together.Every inch of the stone altar was blanketed in deep crimson lunar-roses, their petals thick and heavy with the scent of musk and wild earth. Even the pebbled walkway leading to the sacred circle had been carpeted in them, crushed underfoot to release a fragrance that smelled like a blood-bond.I stared at the display, my throat tightening. It felt hauntingly familiar, a haunting echo of a dream I had long since buried under the weight of survival.“In the old scouting school, you once sketched your ideal mating ritual in the back of your tactical journal,” Grant said, his voice low and vibrating against my shoulder. “You thought I wasn't looking.”“That was a lifetime ago, Grant,” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I was a child who didn't know how the world actually

"Is there some other scheme afoot? I specifically recall Howard Pierce mentioning that the pack elders had confined you to the infirmary for your heart strain."I stepped into the grand hall of The Walker Ridge Estate, my voice echoing off the vaulted stone. It was a tired routine, an old ruse to lure me back from the borders, yet as an Alpha, the instinctual dread never quite vanished. What if the day finally came when the bond was truly fraying and I turned my back?Regardless of the manipulation, she was the Luna who had brought me into this world and taught me the law of the claw."Don't you dare try to deflect, Grant! I am demanding to know the identity of the male you intend to claim as your consort!" Brooke Caldwell’s mother—my mother, the senior Luna Amanda—fixed me with a gaze that refused to waver. She looked as though she’d seen a ghost.She was genuinely reeling. How could a man have breached the walls of my heart so suddenly after years of me living as a recluse in the hi

"I didn't think I'd be signing your death warrant while you were in the middle of labor, Mars. I truly believed you’d break and call him when the doctors told me you were bleeding out."I leaned against the rough bark of a pine tree at the edge of the Pacific Crest Resort, watching Jessa Moore adjust the hood on Abigail’s cloak. The mountain air was biting, but the heat in Jessa’s eyes was sharper."You were gray, Mars. Shaking. They handed me that critical condition form because you were too far gone to hold a pen. I spent three hours in that hallway howling like a wounded wolf because I thought I’d lost my best friend and his pups in one night.""I made my choice, Jessa," I said, my voice like whetstone on steel. "I chose the truth over the bond. I can't regret it now. It wouldn't be fair to Grant to haunt him from the grave of our relationship.""And what about the High Alpha? You can't keep him in the dark forever. He’s a king without an heir, and you’re a ghost with two."The men