All Chapters of Son Of The Betrayed-An Alpha King Wolf Shifter Romance: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I closed the distance between us, stepping so close the scent of cold rain and pine needles on his skin flooded my senses. “You don’t even know her,” I whispered.“I know enough,” he replied, his gray eyes pinning me to the floor.“You know a written report,” I snapped.“I know she crossed a lethal perimeter ward,” he noted.“You don’t know why she did it,” I challenged, my knuckles whitening as I clenched my fists.“I intend to,” he deadpanned, his jaw muscle leaping.“You threw her in a hole before asking a single question,” I growled, the heat of my anger flaring against the damp chill.“I secured the threat before questioning the asset,” he corrected, his tone terrifyingly methodical.My teeth ground together until the bone ached. “You make it sound so noble.”“I make it sound accurate,” he shot back, his unblinking stare boring into mine.Behind my back, the high-pitched rattle of iron signaled Trin’s fingers tightening around the bars. “Anna,” she called out, her voice a fragile,

The rain tapered off completely by the time my sneakers struck the wet gravel path leading to the guest quarters. I hadn't registered the exact moment the downpour died. One minute, fat, ice-cold drops had tracked our path through the mountain exit, slapping the stone archways and melting the mud into soup. The next, the deluge simply evaporated. Only the damp, cloying scent of wet cedar and churned earth hung beneath the gray, swollen morning sky.The sentinel flanking the entrance opened the heavy timber door without a word, his chainmail clinking as he stepped aside.I stepped past him into the interior. The room preserved the exact, sterile atmosphere I had left behind hours ago. The dying embers of the fire still cast a weak, crimson glow inside the stone hearth. My canvas backpack rested askew against the wooden chair beside the windowpane. Professor Smith's leather notebook remained buried beneath a stack of photocopied journal articles on the desk, right where he had abandoned

The corridor beyond had emptied completely before my palm left the iron latch. Two towering Enforcers stood pinned against the opposite limestone wall, both smashing their closed fists over their hearts as my boots cleared the frame.“My King,” they greeted in unison, their voices echoing off the arched ceiling.I acknowledged their presence with a single, sharp nod of my chin and continued my stride toward the Council Hall. Rowan walked parallel to my shoulder, refusing to trail behind my back. My Beta never dragged his boots where he belonged, maintaining his station at my side.We descended the wide upper passage while the first pale traces of dawn slowly pierced the mountain through the narrow window slits. The weak light touched the gray stone in thin, fractured bars. The heavy air carried the distinct, layered perfume of damp cedar, banked coal fires, old parchment, and the collective scents of forty unique territories gathered beneath a single roof.Ash Ridge.Red Creek.Hollow

~Takoda~The chamber remained frozen in a state of absolute, dead silence. Forty Territory Alphas sat like granite blocks on their tiered wooden benches, while forty Betas stood like iron columns along the masonry walls. The Elders sat with their hands flat against their laps, and the Gammas hovered over their tables, their quills poised to scratch the transcript into their ledgers. The accused stood isolated in her circle, while the sole representative of the Dawson bloodline remained unyielding at the center line.Every single wolf in the cavernous room waited for the Crown to break the stalemate.I rested my open palm against the cold, worn calfskin covering the Book of Law. The brittle parchment pages beneath my fingertips had outlived every Alpha King who had ever occupied the high seat before me. They had survived my father, and they had survived his father before him. Every single judgment ever rendered inside this mountain had originated from the exact stone slab where my boot

The assembly room became impossibly still. Nobody spoke. Nobody shifted. Even the fire crackling inside the massive stone hearths seemed to settle into the silence, the flames flattening out against the blackened masonry. Forty Territory Alphas sat beneath the towering cedar rafters, their attention fixed on me. One by one, I watched the argument reach them, not as leaders, but as fathers. My words had forced every wolf in the chamber to picture his own daughter standing inside the accused circle where Trin now stood.Good. I wanted that image to haunt every one of them.Abram Carter's expression hardened again, every trace of uncertainty freezing beneath decades of practiced authority as he gripped his cane. "The unified law is not written differently for the blood of daughters, Dawson.""No," I answered quietly, refusing to break eye contact. "It isn't." I let the silence stretch between us, holding his amber gaze until his chest rose with a heavy breath. "But fathers are."The word