All Chapters of Fated to the Black Sheep Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Killian Vance’s parting words hung in the cold morning air like a fresh coat of poison, heavier than the thick grey smoke rising from our ruined home. The sun came up over the horizon, bleeding a dull orange light through the shattered glass of the grand ballroom. Daylight did not make things look better. It made every single drop of blood, every scorched painting, and every pale, motionless body look ten times worse. Over forty Winslow guards lay dead across the velvet carpets. Twice as many Red Lake executioners were piled in the courtyards, their black blood soaking deep into the soil. The smell of copper, burnt wood, and wet fur was thick enough to make your throat raw. "Raine, stop," Xavier murmured softly behind me. I didn't stop. My hands were stained dark red, my knuckles swollen from fighting, but I was on my knees beside a young Vanguard guard who couldn't have been older than eighteen. I kept pressing a strip of torn tablecloth against his torn shoulder, trying to fr

Richard didn't even blink. He looked at me like I was a minor inconvenience. "Accusations without proof mean nothing in this chamber, little girl. The Council needs a solution, not childish tears.""It's not a solution, it's murder!" Torin yelled, stepping back into the light, his voice cracking with emotion. "Xavier will burn this entire city to the ground if you give her to Killian! You know what he is! You made him into the black sheep of this family because he wouldn't kneel to your dirty games, but he is stronger than all of us combined!""Xavier is a rogue monster," Richard spat, his grey eyes flashing with pure, unadulterated hatred for his eldest son. "He has been a thorn in my side since the day he was born. He thinks with his fangs and acts like a feral brute. If he tries to stop the Council from fulfilling its duty, I will personally execute him for treason against the High Council.""You won't have to wait for a trial, Dad," a rough, gravelly v

Killian’s parting words hung in the damp night air like poison, but I didn't have the luxury of standing in the rain waiting for his phantom army to show up."Get the wounded inside and lock down the lower levels," I growled, turning back toward the ruined estate. "Marcus, double the guards on the perimeter. If a single rat twitches in the woods, I want to know about it.""Already on it, Alpha," Marcus grunted, waving a squad of blood-soaked Vanguards toward the front steps.I grabbed Raine’s soft hand, pulling her against my side as we walked back through the shattered grand entrance. Her white wolf power was still humming under her warm skin, making her eyes glow a faint, beautiful blue in the dim hall light. Even covered in dirt, blood, and soot, she was the most breathtaking thing I had ever seen. She looked up at me, her fingers weaving tightly through mine."You're bleeding again, Xavier," she whispered, her voice soft and laced with deep concern as her thumb traced the fresh te

The warning from Killian Vance was still ringing in my head like an evil song, but the bloody mess in the war room was much worse."If that crazy bastard says this was just an introduction, then we need to stop messing around and get our shit together right now," I said, slamming my hands down onto the heavy wooden table in the center of the hall.The room smelled like damp earth, cheap coffee, and cold sweat. Blood was still drying under my fingernails from the night before, and my neck was burning where Xavier’s mate-mark sat hot against my skin. Around the table stood the few people left who could actually hold the North together: my grandfather Silas, looking older and more tired than I had ever seen him; Marcus, with his arm wrapped tight in white bandages; Torin, leaning against the far wall like a ghost who knew he was out of options; and Xavier, standing right behind me, his massive chest rising and falling slowly as his gold eyes watched every movement in the room."Raine is

Killian Vance’s fucking parting words still hung in the cold night air like a death curse, but inside the High Council’s marble chamber, my father was already putting on the show of his life."Look at this pathetic pile of forged numbers," Richard Wright said, his smooth, deep voice echoing off the high stone walls as he tossed a thick leather folder right onto the long mahogany table. "You expect this honorable High Council to believe that I, an Alpha King who has poured millions into Northern defense, personally handed perimeter codes to a dirty rogue like Killian Vance?"My blood ran cold as I stood near the polished stone pillars, my hands clenched so tight in my suit pockets that my nails bit into my palms. I hated him. I fucking hated how easy it was for him to lie, how easily he wore the mask of a noble father and an honorable Alpha while knowing he had left my brother bleeding out on a marble floor just hours ago."The terminal logs don't