All Chapters of Fated to the Black Sheep Alpha: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The heavy glass door of the corporate office locked with a sharp, echoing click.I didn't bother turning on the lights. I stood right in the center of Marcy Vance's luxury penthouse office, my fingers soaked in black blood from my still-healing thigh wound, my golden eyes locked dead onto the woman sitting behind the glass desk. She was shaking so hard her expensive gold pen kept clicking against the mahogany table."You've got five seconds to start talking, Marcy," I growled, my voice dropping into a low, terrifying register that made the windowpanes vibrate. "And if you lie to me about where the money went, I won't wait for Silas or the Council to deal with you. I'll rip this office down to the studs with my bare hands."Marcy swallowed hard, her hands flying up to grip the lapels of her sharp designer blazer like it could stop a bullet. She wasn't a werewolf. She was a human CEO, running the corporate front that funneled dirty money across the northern sectors, but right now she lo

The damp concrete of the underground safehouse walls smelled like wet rust and old stone. I sat on the edge of the iron cot, turning the small piece of tarnished silver over and over in my palm. The room was pitch black except for a single low-hanging bulb swaying gently overhead, casting long, crooked shadows across the floor.Torin didn't sit down. He paced back and forth across the narrow cell, his heavy boots clicking against the hard ground with a steady, rhythmic beat. His shoulders were slouched, his tailored jacket was gone, and the dark circles under his eyes made him look ten years older than he actually was."I didn't think you'd actually come down here," Torin said, his voice rough and quiet, stripped of all the arrogant, snide attitude he used to throw around when we were still locked in our toxic past."I didn't come here to hold your hand, Torin," I said, my voice flat, cold, and entirely unbothered as I kept my eyes fixed on the metal token in m

At sunrise, the ancient challenge circle was carved into the frost-covered stone of the estate's central courtyard. Heavy iron stakes, beaten flat and stamped with runes older than the North itself, were driven deep into the ground by four silent Vanguard guards. A thick line of crushed silver salt and black obsidian dust traced the outer perimeter, sealing the sacred turf where blood disputes were settled under the law of the High Council.Every major Alpha King from the northern territories had arrived before dawn. They sat on the tiered stone benches overlooking the courtyard, wrapped in heavy furs and dark cloaks, their breath pluming white in the freezing morning air. No one spoke. The atmosphere was thick, heavy, and tense, smelling like wet wool, cold ash, and impending death.I stood at the edge of the east pavilion, my fingers laced tight with Xavier’s.My mate was stripped down to a dark combat vest, his broad chest crisscrossed with old scars and the

The arena gravel crunched under my boots like dry bones.Across the blood-soaked training circle, Richard Wright didn't even draw a blade. He stood there in his charcoal vest, his grey eyes locked on mine with a cold, hateful satisfaction that made my skin crawl."You think a pretty title and a glowing aura make you a warrior, little girl?" Richard sneered, his voice cutting through the silent amphitheater. "You're just a brat playing with magic she doesn't own."I didn't answer him. I gripped my silver-forged hunting dagger, my hands shaking slightly from the sheer, crushing weight of the bloodline aura humming beneath my ribs. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird."Fight me," I spat, my voice dropping into a low, savage snarl.Richard didn't wait. He moved with terrifying, blinding speed for a man his age. Before my eyes could fully track the shift, his fist slammed directly into my ribs with the force of a falling boulder.Crack.

The blood inside the sacred stone circle was already thick enough to smell from the front row of benches.Raine's boots skidded across the red dust as Richard Wright drove the heavy pommel of his broadsword straight into her ribs. She hit the earth with a wet, heavy thump, coughing up a dark splatter of copper that soaked into the dry grass. Richard didn't hesitate. He raised his massive blade high above his head, his grey eyes flashing with cold, murderous triumph as he lined up to split her shoulder clean from her body.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought my chest was going to cave in.Out on the VIP platform, Silas Winslow suddenly lurched forward out of his carved oak chair. The old Alpha’s face turned the color of ash. He gripped the stone railing with both bandaged hands, his knuckles snapping under the pressure. Silas didn't wait for a referee, didn't wait for a whistle, and didn't give a single damn about the sacred laws of