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

The tent flap tore open once more, and the lieutenant stumbled inside, bloodied and wild-eyed. Her gaze swept the scene, Cole and Damien locked in their deadly standoff, Natasha watching from the periphery, and something dark and hungry twisted across her face."You," she hissed, her attention fixing solely on Natasha. "This is your fault."The lieutenant's blade was already raised as she lunged, abandoning any pretense of strategy. Her eyes burned with jealousy that had festered long before Natasha's arrival. Months, perhaps years, of watching Cole's attention drift toward anything that wasn't her.Natasha barely dodged in time, her wounded shoulder screaming as she rolled across the ground. The knife she'd grabbed felt pitifully small compared to the lieutenant's sword, but she'd fought with less."Thought you could take what's mine?" The lieutenant's voice cracked with fury, her attacks growing wilder, less controlled. "Thought you could spread your legs and he'd just forget about

Damien crossed the blood-slicked ground toward Natasha, his legs threatening to give with each step. His side burned where Cole's knife had torn flesh, and his thigh throbbed with a deep, pulsing ache that made every movement a fresh hell.But none of that mattered.She was alive."Can you walk?"His voice came out rougher than intended, hoarse with exhaustion and something deeper. Something that felt dangerously close to breaking.Natasha pushed herself upright, one hand pressed against her wounded shoulder. Blood seeped between her fingers, the bandages she'd managed to fashion now soaked through with fresh crimson. Her face was pale, drawn tight with pain, but her green eyes blazed with fierce determination."I can walk."She took a step forward, then another, each one visibly costing her."I'm not slowing us down."Damien's jaw tightened. Pride and frustration warred within him. Pride at her unbreakable spirit. Frustration at her stubborn refusal to acknowledge her own limits.He

Morning light filtered through the narrow window slit of the stronghold's upper corridor as Natasha made her way back to the cells. She had slept little, her mind churning with the weight of everything that had happened. Cole's death. The lieutenant's capture. The lingering ache in her wounded shoulder that pulsed with every heartbeat.Damien had wanted to be present for the interrogation.She had refused.This was her fight.Her prisoner.The lieutenant had tried to kill her, had tortured her in Cole's camp, and had stood by while he plotted against everything Shadow Fang held dear.This ends now.The iron door groaned as she pushed it open, revealing the lieutenant exactly where she had left her, bound and battered on the cold stone floor.But something had changed.The broken grief that had consumed the woman the previous evening had hardened into something colder.Sharper.Her one good eye followed Natasha with predatory focus.Natasha didn't hesitate.She crossed the small cell i

Natasha made her way through the pack grounds toward the healer's tent, the evening air carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke.Her shoulder throbbed with every step.A dull, persistent ache she had learned to compartmentalize during her captivity.But Damien was right.Damn him.The wound needed attention, and ignoring it wouldn't make the infection disappear.The healer's tent glowed with warm amber light, the entrance flap tied back to welcome the last rays of the setting sun.Inside, bundles of herbs hung drying from the crossbeams.Yarrow.Comfrey.Goldenrod.Their sharp medicinal scent filled the air.The healer, an older woman named Maren with silver-streaked hair and steady hands, looked up from her worktable as Natasha ducked inside."Sit."Maren pointed toward the narrow cot without ceremony."I've been expecting you."Her eyes flicked toward the entrance."Your Alpha sent word ahead."Of course he had.Natasha lowered herself onto the cot and pulled the loose collar of he

"Three days," she repeated, her breath still ragged against his lips. "You think you can order me to rest like I'm one of your soldiers?""I think I can ask."His grip shifted, both hands settling at her waist. His broad palms spanned the curve of her hips, fingers resting firmly against her sides. The hold was steady, protective rather than restrictive, while his thumbs traced slow circles that eased some of the tension knotted inside her."And I think you'll listen because you know I'm right."Natasha planted both hands against his chest, intending to shove him away.Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.The movement tugged at the bandage stretched across her shoulder, sending a sharp reminder of why she wasn't leading the advance team.Pain flared.Frustration followed close behind."You're insufferable.""And you're stubborn."He guided her backward with deliberate care until her back rested against the rough trunk of a pine at the edge of the clearing. He kept