All Chapters of Fated to the Black Sheep Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The map laid out on the mahogany table was soaked in stale coffee and dried blood."We have less than three hours before my father moves Torin to the high-security cells at the eastern stronghold," I growled, slamming my fist onto the border layout. "Once he puts my brother behind those silver-reinforced doors, we won't get him out without an entire army.""We don't need an army," Raine said, stepping right up to the table. Her ice-blue eyes were burning with a sharp, lethal light. "An army makes noise. An army gives your father time to put a silver bullet in Torin’s head before we even clear the perimeter gate."I looked at my mate, my chest tightening. Her White Wolf power was humming hot beneath her skin, making the air in the command room crisp and cold. "This isn't a game, Raine. My father’s private guards carry military-grade silver rounds. They don't take prisoners.""I know what they carry, Xavier," Raine snapped, her claws extending just enough to

The heavy iron door of the cell block hung off its hinges, bent outward like a broken leaf."Clear!" Jax yelled, his rifle pointed down the dark concrete corridor as he kicked open the second security door.I hit the floor right behind him, my half-shifted form tearing through the thick shadows of my father’s underground holding cells. My long white claws scraped against the cold stone, leaving deep grooves in the wall. My rogue fighters fanned out on both sides, their weapons up, eyes glowing amber and gold in the dim red emergency light.The smell hit me first—heavy, metallic, and burning hot.It was my brother’s blood."Torin!" I roared, my voice shaking the concrete ceiling dust right onto my shoulders. "Torin, answer me!"Silence. Nothing answered except the slow, steady drip of water somewhere down the pipe network.I surged forward, driving my shoulder directly into the heavy steel door of cell four. The heavy lock snapped with a sharp me

The heavy oak doors of the High Council chamber slammed shut behind us, cutting off the cold wind, but the tension inside the room was hot enough to melt stone.Two hundred Alpha Kings, pack elders, and council captains sat in the raised stone bleachers, their dark eyes locked onto us. In the center of the marble floor, my father stood behind his podium, his dark suit crisp, his silver-tipped cane resting against his leg. Beside him, Killian Vance sat with his arms crossed over his broad chest, a wicked smirk cutting across his scarred face.Raine didn't hesitate. She marched right down the center aisle, her white wolf power humming so hot under her skin that frost spread across the floorboards with every step she took. Her ice-blue eyes were fixed entirely on my father."I am standing right here, Richard!" Raine’s voice echoed like thunder off the stone walls. "You wanted my blood? You wanted the White Wolf line? Stop hiding behind your dirty contracts and fac

The heavy manila folder hit the wooden table with a sharp, loud smack."Take a good look at these," I said, my voice dropping into a hard, cold growl as I pushed the photos across the surface.Xavier leaned over the table, his big hands gripping the edge so hard the wood groaned under his strength. Marcus stood right behind him, his dark eyes fixed on the glossy prints.The first photograph was clear. The green digital timestamp at the bottom corner read the day, month and year. It showed a dark, isolated alleyway behind the southern border docks. On the left side stood Richard Wright in his neat charcoal suit, holding his silver-tipped cane. On the right side stood Killian Vance, his scarred face illuminated by the yellow glow of a streetlamp. They weren't fighting. They weren't pointing guns at each other. They were standing two feet apart, exchanging a thick black leather file."Look at the second one," I said, tapping my fingernail against the next photo.This one was dated six mo

The heavy iron door of the underground war room slammed open, hitting the concrete wall with a loud bang that made the dust fall from the ceiling.Marcus stepped inside, his tactical vest torn down the side and covered in dark grease. His face was pale, his thick jaw set so hard the muscles in his cheek were twitching like live wires. In his big, calloused hand, he held a black tactical tablet, the screen glowing bright blue in the dim room.I stood up from the wooden map table, my ice-blue eyes flashing as my White Wolf power stirred beneath my skin. Xavier was right beside me, his large hand instantly coming down over my waist, his warm fingers pressing tight against my hip to keep me grounded."What the fuck happened out there, Marcus?" Xavier growled, his golden eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "You look like you just saw a fucking ghost.""I did," Marcus said, his voice flat, dry, and hollow. He walked straight past Xavier and tossed the tablet ont