All Chapters of WICKED PROVIDENCE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Avery’s wolf howled in silent frustration. Despite the desperate snarl in her soul, her weakened limbs were no match for Stan’s strength. He had scented her vulnerability and struck with the precision of a mountain lion, dragging her to this godforsaken hovel.When Avery finally processed the gravity of her cage, she looked at Stan with raw, wide-eyed terror. She was a captive of a ghost, a male who existed outside the pack’s laws. Gripped by a primal dread she had never known, her hands instinctively shielded the curve of her stomach, protecting the secret life within.Stan’s gaze drifted to her midsection, a faint, jagged smile playing on his ruined lips. His voice was a low vibration, like distant thunder. “Do not let your scent spike with fear, Luna. I know you carry the next generation of the Montgomery line. I have no desire to spill the blood of a pup. Stay still, and the shadows won't bite.”Avery gritted her teeth, her muscles trembling with the sedative’s lingering fog, but

Watching Avery’s scent spike with sorrow, the Omen felt a heavy weight in her chest. Why did Courtney, a female of such obvious skill and beauty, tether her soul to a male who only offered the illusion of heat?In Avery’s eyes, the healer was undeniably striking, her competent, sharp charm enough to command any high-ranking wolf. If she hadn't entangled her lifeline in Stan’s treacherous web, she might have been a Matriarch in her own right.Yet, Avery knew that for those whose hearts are locked in a death-grip, no amount of silent persuasion would suffice.Setting aside her pity, Avery felt a flicker of grim satisfaction. She had achieved her objective by baiting Courtney into a frenzy.As she was shoved forward, Avery caught a glimpse of her smashed communication crystal glinting in the dark grass. She reasoned that while Hudson might publicly act as though he’d discarded her, the pride of the Montgomery Pack would never tolerate the theft of a Luna.Hudson would soon scent the void

Hudson cast a lethal look at the heavy oak doors of the Healers' Hall but made no move to cross the threshold. His voice was a low, dangerous vibration. "Do not mistake my silence for ignorance. I am fully aware of the rot you are spreading. I came here today to pull the shadows into the light. Bennett, we share the same pack-blood. If you have a grievance with my leadership, challenge me in the sparring ring like a true wolf. Resorting to these Outlander mind-games shows you are too weak to wear the Montgomery name."Hudson’s golden eyes turned to chips of winter ice. "Bennett, I am offering you one final mercy. Call off your hounds, and I will let the past stay buried in the snow."Bennett clenched his teeth, his wolf pacing behind his eyes, but he chose the silence of a coward over a direct response.Hudson turned on his heel and strode away.Blake caught up quickly, his scent spiked with confusion. "Alpha, why did you not enter? Victoria is calling for you."With a steely gaze, Hu

Ewing’s gaze lingered on Avery for a heartbeat too long before he turned to catch the rising lift. However, just as the silver doors were about to slide shut, he threw one last look over his shoulder.In that hollow second, Avery’s eyes met his.Her gaze wasn't the wide-eyed terror of a pup; it was a deep, serene well of indifference, the kind earned only by those whose souls have been ground between the gears of the Silver Ridge hierarchy. This look struck a primal chord in Ewing. Once that spark of familiarity was lit, it burned through his skepticism. He couldn't place the scent or the name, but those eyes—tinged with a phantom's sadness—were the ones that had haunted his dreams since his early childhood in the Southern Wastes.The chime of the lift reaching the High Floor broke the spell. Ewing stepped out, shaking off the ghosts, and entered a sprawling medical sanctum. It was less a ward and more a fortified high-rise den, complete with a hearth, a library, and a grand piano.Th

Hudson’s expression turned to stone as the communication crystal in his palm pulsed with Scarlett’s persistent frequency. Beside him, Bria Nixon watched with the predatory curiosity of a scavenger, her eyes tracing the tension in his jaw."Your she-wolf seems quite desperate for your attention, Alpha," Bria remarked, her voice a silken purr that didn't match the coldness of her heart.Hudson didn't answer. Instead, he deactivated the crystal with a sharp snap of his wrist. The silence that followed was heavy with the scent of pine and impending snow. He looked at Bria—really looked at her—and saw not a fragile high-born female, but a useful shield. If Bria was busy hunting him, she wouldn't be hunting for the truth about the woman he had lost."She is a noise I no longer wish to hear," Hudson stated, his voice a low growl that vibrated in the chilly mountain air.Bria’s smile widened, her dimples flashing with a jagged charm. "Then perhaps you should find a melody more suited to your