All Chapters of The Alpha's Messy Wolf : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mona POVThe first photo arrived on my phone at 6:14 a.m.I was still in the guest room, the restored bond humming steadily under my sternum, when the screen lit up with a message from a blocked number. For a second I almost didn’t open it. Then the preview loaded, and the breath left my body.The image was dark, grainy, taken from a distance through trees—but not dark enough. Alessandro’s black wolf was unmistakable. So was the smaller gray-and-white form half-shifted beneath him in the mossy hollow. The angle caught enough of my human face in the transition to leave no real doubt.A second image followed. Then a third.One from the school courtyard—Alessandro’s hand on my arm, the look on his face as he pulled me away from Dargrel. One from the parking lot days earlier, his body caging mine against the SUV. None of them were explicit enough to be pornographic. All of them were damning enough to end him.The message beneath the final photo was short.**Blocked:** Partial release to t

Mona POVAlessandro collected me at sundown.He did not come inside. He waited at the front door, expression carved down to pure control, and held out his hand. The bond between us was tight and thrumming, carrying his focus and the underlying fury he was not allowing to surface. I took his hand. Neither of us spoke on the drive to the pack house.The parking area was full.That was the first sign this was no longer a closed council matter. Cars and trucks lined the gravel. Wolves moved toward the main hall in tense, quiet groups. This was not the senior circle alone. This was an emergency full session—ranking members, senior warriors, family heads, and enough of the wider pack that the air itself felt heavier with attention.Alessandro’s hand tightened around mine once before we stepped out of the car.“Stay beside me,” he said under his breath. “Do not answer anything until I tell you to. If the bond spikes, breathe through it. They will be watching for weakness.”I nodded.The main

Mona POVThey separated us before the recess ended.Two senior warriors escorted me out of the main hall through a side corridor while the pack’s voices still roared behind the closed doors. Alessandro tried to follow. The Beta and two others blocked him—not with force, but with the formal weight of the council’s order. Through the bond I felt the moment he chose not to break through them. The cost of that choice hit me like a second pulse.They put me in a small antechamber used for waiting witnesses. Bare walls. One window too high to reach. A single door that locked from the outside. I sat on the wooden bench and pressed both hands against my chest, focusing on the bond so I wouldn’t come apart. Alessandro’s presence was a hard, bright line of fury and calculation in the back of my mind. He was still in the hall. Still fighting in words what he could not yet fight with teeth.I didn’t expect Mom to be the one who opened the door.She stepped inside alone and closed it behind her. F

Mona POVThey did not make me wait long.Less than a day after they stripped Alessandro of his title, the council reconvened in a narrower, harder session. This time there was no full pack audience—only the elders, the Beta, a record keeper, and the minimum number of ranking witnesses required for a formal sentence. I was brought in under escort and left standing in the open space before the long table. Alessandro was not there. Through the bond I felt him under territorial restriction on the far side of the pack house grounds, locked out of this room by order, his fury a constant low burn against my ribs.Gray looked older than he had the day before. He did not waste time.“Mona of Ironfang,” he said. “You have admitted to a mate bond with the former Alpha while he was still bound to the Luna. You participated in the concealment of that bond. You stood in this hall and claimed him openly after the evidence was presented. The council has considered your age, your prior standing, and t

Mona POVNight dropped fast in the redwoods.We didn’t dare light a lamp. The cabin’s single room held a narrow bunk, a cold woodstove, and a cache of emergency supplies that hadn’t been touched in years. Alessandro barred the door with a length of old timber, checked the one window, then finally let himself lean against the wall. In the dark I could still see the darker stain spreading along his side where the ribs had taken the worst of the fight.“Sit,” I said.He did—more of a controlled drop onto the edge of the bunk than a choice. I found a tin of water and a relatively clean cloth in the cache and knelt in front of him. When I pressed the cloth to the cut above his eye he didn’t flinch. When I carefully lifted the torn edge of his shirt and saw the deep bruising already blackening across his ribs, the bond between us pulsed with shared pain.“They’re cracked,” he said quietly. “Not through. I can still move.”“You shouldn’t have to.”His hand found my wrist, sticky with drying