All Chapters of The Alpha in My Dream : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Rosemary’s POVA few days had passed since the border lockdown was put into place, and a quiet, productive rhythm had returned to the pack house.The morning sun was bright and warm as I stood at the active construction site near the clearing behind the main building. Dust danced in the air, and the steady sound of hammers and stonecutting echoed through the trees. A few weeks ago, I had proposed building a dedicated women’s and children’s wing for the pack—a safe, comfortable space for mothers, young children, and vulnerable members of our community. Kieran had fully backed my idea, and the pack warriors had already laid the concrete foundation and raised the first wooden framing posts.Beside me, Lily—Luke’s mate, who had quickly become one of my closest companions—was holding the original blueprints while we checked on the workers' progress."The workers already finished setting the main beams for the nursery," Lily said, pointing toward the raised wooden structure. "If they keep m

Rosemary’s POVWhen I woke up the next morning, the space beside me on the bed was already cold.Kieran was gone, having slipped out early for the dawn perimeter check. I stretched lazily under the heavy blankets, feeling a lingering sense of peace from the night before, before finally swinging my legs over the edge of the mattress to start the day.I pulled on a warm sweater and headed into our private kitchen quarters attached to the main suite. The morning sun was just starting to peek through the tall glass windows, casting a golden light over the quiet space. I decided to make a fresh, warm breakfast for myself—and maybe save some for Kieran when he returned from his rounds.I pulled out a bowl, cracked three eggs into it, and lit the stove flame.The skillet heated up, and I poured the whisked eggs into the hot pan. But the second the smell of fried oil drifted up toward my nose, my stomach lurched violently.A sudden, intense wave of nausea hit me like a physical punch.I gaspe

Rosemary’s POV The grand hall of the Moonclaw pack house was alive with music, warm laughter, and the mouthwatering scent of roasted meats and sweet wine. Long oak tables stretched across the stone floor, overflowing with food and flower arrangements. Bright lanterns hung from the high ceiling beams, casting a golden glow over dozens of smiling faces. Tonight, the entire pack had gathered to celebrate a major milestone: the completion of the main wooden framing for the women’s and children’s wing. I stood near the edge of the raised platform, holding a glass of fruit cider, watching the children run between the tables while the elders shared stories over wooden tankards. A quiet, profound warmth filled my chest. My hands reflexively hovered near my stomach for a split second before I caught myself and smoothed down my dress. Our little secret is still safe, Celine purred softly in my mind, her magic keeping the pup's scent completely hidden beneath my skin. I smiled inwardly,

Rosemary’s POV The ground felt ice-cold beneath my palms as I struggled to breathe. The wolfsbane dust burned in my throat like liquid fire, heavy and suffocating. Celine was screaming inside my mind, trying to summon her divine magic, but the dark poison was too fast. It wrapped around my core like thick iron chains, completely severing my connection to Kieran. The warm, vibrant bond in my chest instantly went stone-cold and silent. "K-Kieran..." I gasped, my voice barely a broken whisper against the dirt. My vision swam with heavy shadows as the three Bloodhound warriors closed in. One of them, a towering man with a scarred jaw, grabbed my arm and yanked me up off the ground. My legs gave out instantly, completely useless under the weight of the poison. Tanya stood just a few feet away, watching my helpless struggle without a single trace of pity in her green eyes. "Why?" I choked out, tears of pain and betrayal burning my eyes. "Tanya... why are you doing this? Kieran trusted

Kieran’s POVThe air inside the pack house infirmary smelled heavily of iron, crushed herbs, and drying blood.I stood in the center of the quiet room, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, staring down at the floorboards. Outside, the night was chaotic. Marcus was assembling our frontline trackers, arming the perimeter guards, and preparing a full search party to march into the eastern territory. But inside these stone walls, the silence felt heavy enough to choke me.In the middle bed, Tanya lay propped up against a stack of white pillows. Her shoulder was wrapped tightly in thick linen bandages, her face still pale from the cut on her arm. The pack healer had just finished stitching her wounds and cleaning the dirt from her skin.Luke stood near the window, his expression grim as he watched me."She lost a lot of blood, Kieran," Luke said softly, breaking the stillness. "The healer said the blade missed her main artery by less than an inch. She barely made it."I didn't answer rig