All Chapters of Fated to the Black Sheep Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Shut your dirty mouth, Torin," I said, my voice cold and flat. "Don't you have some empty accounts to go cry over?"Torin’s jaw tightened, a flash of deep, painful regret washing across his face before he covered it up with another smug, bitter smile. He looked down at me, his eyes lingering on my face, on the mark on my neck, with a sick, desperate longing that made my stomach turn."You used to look at me like that, Raine," Torin said, his voice dropping into a raspy, pathetic whisper. "Before you let this black sheep bastard drag you down into his violent, messy world.""She didn't let me do shit, brother," Xavier growled, taking a protective step in front of me, his golden eyes fixing on Torin with pure, dark contempt. "She chose me. And if you don't take your drunk ass back to your quarters, I'm going to come up those stairs and remind you why Dad never considered you fit to hold a real Alpha seat."Torin’s face turned bright red, his knuckles going white around his glass. That

I turned my head to see Marcus standing in the archway, holding a heavy clipboard with the night's damage report. His dark eyes scanned my face, dropping for a second to the fresh blood smear on my collar before rising back to meet my gaze."Just taking a walk, Marcus," I said, forcing my voice to stay even, though my stomach was tied in knots."Then walk somewhere else," Marcus grunted, leaning against the stone pillar. "Raine and Xavier have enough on their plate without you lurking around in the dark looking like a ghost.""I'm not lurking," I muttered, taking a step back. "I'm heading down to the lower courtyard."Marcus narrowed his eyes, stepping slightly into my path. "The lower courtyard is off-limits to non-Vanguard personnel after dark. Captain's orders.""Boros already gave me clearance," I lied smoothly, pulling myself up straight, trying to regain an ounce of the commanding presence I used to carry. "I'm checking the perimeter lines for structural damage."Marcus let out

The terrifying warning from Killian Vance was still ringing in my head, but no amount of incoming war could prepare me for the absolute tornado that was currently marching down the grand hallway of our estate."If one more big, hulking guard tries to stick a metal detector in my face, I am going to jam this entire bakery box right up his ass," Zanna snapped, her voice bouncing off the high stone ceilings before she even stepped fully into my private sitting room.She swept into the room like a burst of neon color against the grim, blood-stained history of the Winslow estate. She was wearing a brightly colored jumpsuit, thick gold hoops swinging from her ears, carrying a heavy pink box tied with a white ribbon. She didn't look at the tactical weapons hanging on the walls. She didn't flinch at the blood lingering in the stone grout from the night the horde broke our doors.She just looked at me, dropped the heavy pink box right onto my hand-carved mahogany d

"I don't care if it comes wrapped in silk or smeared in goat blood, throw that fucking letter in the fire," Raine growled, leaning against the heavy oak map table in our private war room.I sat back in my iron-trimmed leather chair, staring down at the sealed envelope sitting on the dark wood. It didn't have a red wax seal or an official Red Lake stamp. It was just a plain piece of rough, grey paper with my name written across the front in thick, dark ink. A rogue messenger had thrown it over the east perimeter wall ten minutes ago before taking a silver bullet through his leg from Marcus’s perimeter guards."It’s not a bomb, sweetheart," I said, my voice low and quiet as my golden eyes tracked the bold, jagged handwriting. "It’s from Killian."Raine let out a sharp, bitter laugh, pushing off the table and walking over to where I sat. She was wearing one of my heavy black shirts over her trousers, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, exposing the smooth pa

A White Wolf without a leash is a danger to every pack in this territory. Her power is surging, boy. You can feel it every time you touch her, can't you? You can feel the frost in her blood trying to freeze your own heart. She doesn't belong in Silas's shiny estate, and she certainly doesn't belong to a broken Wright bastard who couldn't even keep his own father from putting a price on his head.Contain her before her power tears your pack apart from the inside out. Or step aside and let a real Alpha lock her away where she belongs.My fists clenched so hard the heavy parchment crumpled in my palm. My wolf let out a dangerous, vibrating snarl deep in my chest, my golden eyes flashing wildly in the dim light of the room."What does it say, Xavier?" Torin asked, stepping forward, his brow furrowing as he watched my face turn dark. "What is he offering?""He's not offering shit," I growled, my teeth baring into sharp, lethal fangs. "He's telling me h