All Chapters of Alpha King’s One Night Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 111Aria had called this gathering herself after being crowned as the luna of the pack.As she was about to enter the Blackwoods' Great Hall, the doors opened by themselves, her invitation and her seal on the parchment, her name, Luna Aria Blackwood, was in her hands.She had never imagined this moment in her life would come, but she had to act strong to save Cassian, or he would be killed by this wicked pack. As she entered, a few respectful nods, maybe even a little curiosity, but nobody rose.Forty wolves sat at the long tables, and the only sound was chairs creaking and the low hum of people deciding not to look at her. Damien's hand pressed warm against her back; his wolf was restless and ready, brushing the edge of the bond.Don't, she thought to him, not yet.His fingers tightened, then slowly loosened.They took their seats at the head of the hall; her chair was carved and set beside Damien. The wood was lighter than his, and the grain was still raw.“Thank you all for

CHAPTER 113 The Alpha Council met at dawn in the oldest room of the Blackwood manor. The stone walls were black from hundreds of years of torch smoke. The meeting was held because of the last gathering of all the packs at the Blackwood hall. Aria had barely slept because Cassian had whispered into the dark half the night. When she asked who he was talking to, he only yawned and said, "The quiet one." She tried not to think about it, as she sat beside Damien at the long table, the thin silver circlet cold on her forehead. Elder Mireille sat at the head of the table. Elder Cotter sat stiffly on her right. Elder Harran sat on her left, with his eyes closed. He was either asleep or pretending. Derick Veylan leaned back in his chair near the middle, looking bored. Recorders lined the wall with their pens ready. Lucas guarded the door, and Sophia sat behind Aria with a folder on her knees. Lord Edricson Calderon stood up before anyone called on him. "Honored Council, I speak f

CHAPTER 115Lucas smelled it at 3:40 in the morning.He was walking the eastern wall, as he did every night now. The wind turned, and something cold and strange slid through the pines. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't human. It was something that belonged to neither.Lucas stopped walking.He knew every scent within ten miles of Blackwood: the patrol wolves, the farm families, the deer, even the fox that kept stealing from the kitchen. This was none of those. He breathed in again and felt something tug at his memory, faint and old.No, he thought, that's not possible.He pressed two fingers to his earpiece. "Alpha. Eastern border. I need you."Damien arrived in four minutes, shirtless under his coat, his eyes already open.He had left the bed quietly. Aria had been asleep with her hand on his pillow, and he had paused at the door to look at her. Then Lucas's voice had come through the bond, and he had gone."Where?" he asked."Past the third marker. The scent comes and goes."Damien s

CHAPTER 117The summons came the next morning, written on cream paper and sealed with the Council's gray wax.Damien read it standing at the window of his study. Aria watched him read it twice, which was how she knew it was bad. He only reread things he wanted to be wrong."They know," she said."The guards talk." He set the paper down. "Four men froze in a garden in front of half the household. Someone carried it to Cotter before lunch.""Elara asked us to keep them away.""Elara asked. Cotter doesn't need permission." He rubbed his jaw, and she noticed he hadn't shaved. Neither of them had slept much. "It's a formal request for a meeting about the heir's well-being. I can refuse it once. Not twice.""Then we go once," Aria said, "and we listen."They met in the small council room, not the great hall. Aria understood why when she walked in. A small room made everything feel like a family matter, and a family matter was harder to refuse.Cotter and Harran were already seated. Mireille

CHAPTER 119The Blackwood archive was under the east wing, down forty-one stone steps that Damien had not climbed since he was a boy.He remembered it as a place of cold air and the smell of old paper. It hadn't changed. Rows of iron shelves receded into the dark, packed with ledgers, treaties, and birth rolls dating back 400 years. A single lamp hung over the reading table."Two days," Damien said to no one.Lucas set a second lamp on the table. "I've pulled everything filed under Ward, Heir, and Custody. Anything about unusual gifts, I'm checking by hand.""Who has the key?""Both of you." Lucas paused. "And whoever had it before I changed the lock last week."Damien nodded and opened the first ledger.They worked for three hours. The Ward Law appeared in the old texts, as dry as Mireille had made it sound. The Council may claim the training of any child whose power endangers the Pack. It had been written to sound like care. Damien read it four times and found no loophole.Then Luca