All Chapters of Alpha's Claim, Omega's Surrender: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"So, Mars is the one you’re still tracking?"Brooke Caldwell tightened his grip on the leather steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the horizon as he sped toward the Silverwood territory. He didn't care who Grant Walker claimed was in his bed right now, as long as it wasn't Mars Reed. Any other male wolf, any other partner, would be a temporary distraction, a pawn he could sweep off the board with a single legal threat or a well-placed rumor. But Mars was different. Mars was the only one who had ever made the great Alpha of the West Coast lose his scent."Grant would never waste this much lunar energy on a stranger," Brooke muttered to the empty car, his voice a sharp, polished menace. "If he’s digging this deep, it’s because he’s still hunting that ghost. But as long as I’m the one holding the silver, he won't find him."He checked his watch, a heavy platinum piece that caught the sunlight. Time to assert dominance. Brooke smoothed the front of his tailored obsidian suit, the fabric cli

My breath hitched, and I nearly stumbled back into the corridor when I shoved the door to my workspace open. A heavy, dark-timbered desk sat squarely where there had been empty space only yesterday."What is this?" I muttered to the empty air.Was I being forced into a den-share? Nobody had run that by me, and the lack of communication made my inner wolf bristle with a low, instinctive warning. I turned on my heel to find Brooke Caldwell or someone from the legal team, but I nearly collided with Victor Lang. He was practically vibrating with a predatory sort of cheer, his eyes locking onto mine with a sharp, possessive glint."The strategy session ran long, I take it?" Victor asked, his voice smooth as polished stone."Something like that." I didn't want to give him an opening, so I just offered a tight nod and tried to side-step him.Victor didn't move. Instead, he dangled a thermal bag in front of my face, the scent of expensive, seared game hitting my nose. "I spent the last hour t

I dropped the phone onto the silk duvet and exhaled, my eyes tracing the dark wood beams of the Pacific Crest Resort ceiling. For the first time in years, the crushing weight of the Cic Forest Marker project had lifted from my shoulders, and the simple luxury of lying still felt alien.My screen glowed. I figured it was just another logistics query from Tyler Walker, but when I swiped, it was the driver. Considering the mountain of gourmet supplements and rare lunar-herbs he’d been sending to my suite—supposedly as an "apology"—I figured he was finally cashing in a favor.He didn't seem like the type to play games. His messages were blunt, respectful, and never carried that oily pheromonal pressure most Alphas used.[You still awake?][I’m up,] I typed back. [What’s on your mind?][I heard you’re trekking to Havencrest. I was thinking of making a run up there myself soon. Since you’re a local, what’s the draw? Is it worth the fuel?]Havencrest. The name itself felt like an old scar. I

I watched the medical technician wheel Natalia into the intake area of the Pacific Crest Resort’s local clinic. Emmett didn’t hesitate; he scooped her up and carried her toward the emergency wing, his expression a mix of adrenaline and focus. I followed right behind him, swiping my company credentials to handle the registration and medical credits."Thank the Moon you were here, Emmett," I muttered as we waited by the triage desk. "I’m not sure I could have managed this on my own."The healer on duty ran a quick diagnostic scent-check and confirmed it was acute gastroententis. It wasn't the rogue-virus I feared, but she was dehydrated and needed a recovery drip. By the time the moon was high and the clinic fell silent, Natalia was finally resting, the IV tube feeding her the nutrients her wolf needed to stabilize.Emmett sat rigidly in the chair next to her bed, his eyes fixed on the fluid bag. "Mr. Reed, why don't you head back to the Walker Ridge Estate or your hotel? I’ve got every

"I appreciate the gesture, Gabriel, but my assistants are right here," I said, my voice steady despite the prickle of heat rising in my chest from the first glass of mountain ale. "If I find myself a few paces behind the pack tonight, Emmett and Natalia can see me safely back to the resort."Gabriel let out a short, sharp laugh, downing his whiskey in one fluid motion before turning his eyes on Emmett. "Don't get your fur ruffled, kid. I've been in the game a long time. I know why you're hovering. Mars Reed is an attractive wolf, no doubt, but Westline’s partnerships are the priority here. I’m not about to tank my career or the pack’s reputation by pulling some amateur stunt."Even so, being treated like a rogue looking for an opening clearly rankled him."My apologies, Gabriel," Emmett muttered, bowing his head slightly—a calculated display of humility that signaled he knew his place in the hierarchy, even if he didn't like it.I wasn't lying about my tolerance. Even after years of n