All Chapters of The Alpha in My Dream : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rosemary’s POVI sat on the edge of our wide wooden bed, staring down at my hands. The room was quiet, except for the soft sound of the wind blowing against the window panes outside.My mind was still spinning from what had happened down in the dark interrogation cell. I could still feel the phantom heat that had burned through my chest, the strange vibration in my throat, and the blinding white light that had filled my eyes. I had looked at Vance, a trained warrior, and forced him to his knees with nothing but a single command.It scared me. But deeper than the fear, a small spark of something else flickered in my stomach—something strong, steady, and unyielding.You don't need to be afraid of your own light, Celine’s voice rumbled inside my mind, warm and smooth like polished amber.I didn't even know I could do that, Celine, I thought back, tracing the faint outline of my birthmark with my fingertips. It felt like something else took control of my body.It wasn't something else, Ce

Rosemary’s POV The silver pond rippled violently, the smooth reflections of Astraea and Lycaon dissolving into dark, murky shadows. The sweet lavender air grew chilly, and my mother’s fingers tightened around mine. "As the centuries passed," my mother continued softly, her voice heavy with remembered grief, "the legends of Astraea’s descendants spread among the wolf kingdoms. Hungry warlords realized what our bloodline carried. The divine light can command truth, heal fatal wounds, and force even trained warriors to bow. They didn't see us as women or mates, Rosemary. They saw us as prizes to siphon power from." "Did any of our ancestors give in?" I asked, a cold shudder running down my spine as I thought of Vance lying dead in that iron chair. "Never," my mother said with fierce pride. "The light of Selene shatters before it can be stolen by force. When pushed to the brink, our women chose death over servitude. Over hundreds of years, our bloodline was hunted down until I was the

Kieran’s POVThe early morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of my private study, casting long, sharp shadows across the heavy mahogany table.I stood by the window, watching the pack territory wake up. Beyond the glass, guards moved along the perimeter fence, weapons strapped tight to their sides. After Vance’s death in the interrogation room yesterday, security had been doubled. But inside this room, the heavy oak doors were firmly locked.Sitting around the table were Marcus, my Beta, and Luke, my Gamma. Rosemary sat beside me, her hand resting quietly in mine under the table. Her touch was warm, grounding me after a restless night."Every person in this room is someone I trust with my life," I began, my voice clear and steady as I looked at Marcus and Luke. "What we discuss today does not leave these four walls. Not to the council, not to the guards, and not to the rest of the pack. Is that understood?"Marcus straightened up immediately, his jaw setting tight. "You h

Rosemary’s POVI stood near the edge of the stone patio, looking down toward the western training grounds.The afternoon sun was warm, but a cool breeze swept through the trees. From where I stood, I had a clear view of the practice ring. And right by the fence, I saw Kieran.He was standing next to Tanya.They were talking and laughing together, their body language completely relaxed. I watched as Kieran pulled her into a brief hug, a bright, easy smile on his face. It was a look I hadn't seen on him in weeks—a look of pure relief.A sharp, familiar sting hit my chest.I remembered our last face-to-face conversation. Apart from her questioning Kieran about bringing in an unknown girl, Tanya had confronted me directly, querying me for all the trouble and chaos she felt I had brought to the pack. But looking past her sharp words that day, I had seen something deeper in her eyes. It wasn't just anger; it was the quiet, buried heartbreak of a woman who had carried secret feelings for her

Lucian’s POVThe crimson velvet curtains hung heavy over the stone walls, blocking out the afternoon sun.I sat back in my high-backed leather chair, swirling a glass of deep red wine in my hand. My private quarters were quiet, filled with expensive carpets, gold-trimmed furniture, and polished marble floors. It was a room fit for a true leader—a king in the making.I took a slow sip, letting the rich taste settle on my tongue as I looked at the large map laid out on the table before me. The Moonclaw Pack territory was painted in dark ink right in the center.A sharp knock broke the silence."Enter," I called out, my voice smooth and dark.The heavy wooden door pushed open, and Gerald, my chief strategist, stepped into the room. He bowed his head deeply, keeping his eyes glued to the polished floor. Gerald was a hardened warrior, but like everyone else in the Bloodhound Pack, he knew better than to cross me."My Lord Lucian," Gerald said, his voice tense. "I bring an update from the e