All Chapters of The Alpha's Unexpected Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SETH ADEBAYO"Why are your feet still rooted to my floor, Myles?" I growl, my sharp eyes snapping away from the security monitor to glare at my secretary.The heavy wood of my desk groans under my claws as I catch myself looking silly. My own inner wolf is snarling with protective fury for Rapha Okoye, yet my mouth just finished telling Myles to let the boy bleed. The contrast between my roaring instincts and my cold words makes my neck turn hot.Myles stands near the heavy leather door, his mouth twitching as he fails to hide a knowing, teasing smirk. We grew up together in the high pack trenches before I became the supreme alpha of the Adebayo Dominion, and I can read his annoying face from a mile away."If your claws do not have another task for my hands, Alpha Seth, I... I will go back to the border patrol," Myles stammers, his boots shifting fast on the rug as my icy glare makes him sweat.Without waiting for my grunt, Myles exits the room, clicking the door shut. The second the

RAPHA OKOYE"Did old Master Luciano call Rapha's Lonely Sunset and Hailee’s Sunward Bloom complete failures on screen?" a low-ranking guard from a nearby pack whispers loudly, his voice echoing off the stone pillars of the Alpha Hall. "How did these two tactical drawings end up in the Stany Competition finals? Don’t tell my beast the judges rigged the results!""No way," another border capo snaps back, tapping his claws on his leather belt. "The Stany Oil Painting Competition judging is brutal. The panel is packed with seasoned mafia pros. Only the best of the best stand a chance under the red torches.""Then that means Luciano knew those battle plans had real merit—and he still tore them down in front of everyone during the live stream earlier!""He couldn't handle Rapha challenging his alpha authority or Hailee standing up for a rogue boy. He twisted the truth to push them into the dirt. That kind of petty behavior doesn’t belong to a leader in the Painters Association!"Though Luci

RAPHA OKOYE"What is your old wolf seeing on that tactical map canvas, Master Wilde?" the pack host calls out into his microphone, his boots clicking fast on the stone floor of the Alpha Hall as he runs toward the front stage."Can we get the warrior who drew this piece up here right now?" Master Luca Wilde roars back, his voice shaking the heavy wooden pillars.Luca Wilde is a legendary elder in our werewolf mafia world, his fur streaked with grey and his silver eyes glowing with a lifelong love for battle strategies. He is totally different from Master Luciano. Luciano is much younger and climbed the ladder by playing dirty territory politics, snagging the presidency of the Painters Association to play power games. Luca holds no fancy mafia titles, but his immense clout comes purely from his raw talent, honed over decades of devotion in the wild woods. When it comes to pulling dirty strings, Luciano is the go-to guy across the borders. But when the talk turns to actual brushwork, Lu

"You!" Luciano screams, his chest heaving up and down as his face turns completely purple with rage. "Master Wilde, my claws have held back out of respect for your high reputation and old age in the packs! But do not test my patience any further, or I won't bother with nice words next time!""I don't give a damn about your nice words," Luca retorts instantly. "You think Amara’s piece deserves the champion crown? Fine. Let's see what the rest of the judging panel thinks about it."As dangerous sparks fly between the two old wolves, the host stands completely frozen between them. He looks caught between deep awe and total panic, his hands shaking as he decides whether to run away or let the storm blow the hall apart. Snapping out of his daze at Luca’s sharp command, the host scrambles to regain control of the stage, ushering the other high judges forward to cast their final votes.NARRATOR POV: RAPHA OKOYEThe entire panel of pack judges, just like old Luca, are complete fanatics when i

RAPHA OKOYE POV"Master Rosa, our entire alliance bows to your claws for bringing honor to the Valoria Ridge battlefield map competition," Elder Clement Morgan says, his deep voice carrying across the heavy stone pillars of the Alpha Hall.He bends his spine low in front of my training tracksuit, his silver alpha rings catching the bright lights. His words land like a final death sentence on Luciano’s rank, leaving no room for any more dirty lies. The crowd of mafia guards does not scream this time. They just let out low humps of awe, their heads nodding fast."My nose knew it," a scarred capo whispers from the second row. "The high panel would never mistake the scent of the supreme commander's ink.""Since Elder Morgan confirmed the mark, Luciano's fangs have nothing left to bite," another fighter grunts.Over by the wooden pillars, Amara Mensah’s face turns completely white as his last hope dies. Hot jealousy burns like silver acid inside his chest. He cannot accept that a garbage r