All Chapters of The Alpha's Unwanted Queen : Chapter 11

The Great Hall of the Midnight Packhouse was a cavern of sensory overload. Long oak tables groaned under the weight of massive platters of thick-cut bacon, roasted venison sausages, baskets of dense sourdough bread, and pitchers of dark, steaming ale. The air was thick with the scent of roasted grease, woodsmoke, and the vibrant, overwhelming auras of nearly a hundred awakened wolves laughing, shouting, and trading rowdy post-dawn jabs. Alpha Torin descended the wide stone staircase slowly, his heavy boots sounding a steady thud against the wood. He was dressed in black leather and a dark tunic, his damp hair swept back from his face. He had spent the last two hours reviewing border security reports, but if he were honest with himself, his focus had been entirely compromised. His mind kept drifting back to the southern tower—back to the pale, terrified face of the Ironwood princess clutching her blanket as if it were a shield. His inner wolf, Fenrir, was still pacing a restless path