All Chapters of TOO LATE TO CLAIM ME,ALPHA: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

This captures the emotional moment when Aurora's father arrives in the Ashford territory to reveal the long-buried secrets of her heritage.The fire in the quiet parlor of the Ashford pack house crackles low, casting long, golden shadows across the stone floor. Outside, the night air is crisp, but inside, the atmosphere is heavy with decades of unspoken truth.I sit on the worn velvet couch with Marcus, my brother's arm wrapped firmly around my shoulders. Opposite us sits our father, who has finally arrived in the Ashford territory after weeks of hiding. He looks older than I remember. The lines around his eyes are deeper, carved by years of stress and fear, and his hair is almost completely silver. Yet, seeing him here, safe from Kael's reach, releases a knot in my chest I didn't realize I was holding.He reaches across the small wooden table, his old hands holding mine. They are rough, calloused from years of work, and trembling slightly."I am sorry I kept the secret, Aurora," he w

Kael arrives unarmed at the border to beg for forgiveness, claiming his father forced him to reject Aurora, but Aurora stands firm alongside Rowan and Marcus, refusing to go back to a past that destroyed her.The wind off the northern ridge tastes like salt and old pine, biting into the skin on the back of my neck where my newly awakened rune hums with a steady, low heat. The silver mark of the Moon Goddess is still fresh, still burning with the quiet authority that threw the Traditionalist Council onto their knees in the shifting caverns just three nights ago.I step onto the rocky plateau that marks the Ashford border, my hand resting comfortably near the leather cuff of my jacket. Rowan walks half a pace behind my left shoulder, his heavy Alpha presence a warm, immovable anchor against the cold. Marcus walks on my right, his eyes scanning the treeline with a tracker's sharp, lethal focus. I requested them both here. I refused to come out into the open air without them.Standing in

Aurora confronts Kael in the freezing river during the final stages of the trial, severing the last threads of their past and declaring her loyalty to Rowan.The freezing waters of the shifting caverns swirl around my knees, heavy with sediment and bone-chilling cold. Water drips constantly from the jagged stalactites above, each echoing drop sounding like a ticking clock inside my head.My breath hitches in my throat, coming out in ragged white plumes against the dim, subterranean mist. Every step forward feels like dragging iron weights through mud. The gear strapped to my leather vest is ruined. The cut straps and frayed ropes are clear evidence of sabotage, courtesy of Camille and Thomas, who wanted this trial to be my quiet grave inside the dark tunnels.They thought the shifting rocks would crush me. They thought I would die alone in the cold.Instead, a strange, burning heat pulses beneath the skin of my throat. The silver crescent rune—the ancient mark of the Moon Goddess—thru

Kael returns to the Crescent Moon Pack, breaks his engagement to Selena, and openly defies his father, choosing treason over a fake marriage.The air in the high council chamber feels thick enough to choke on. Torches sputter along the black stone walls, casting ugly, stretched-out shadows across the massive oak table. For hours, the elders have been arguing about boundary lines, border patrols, and the upcoming war effort.Then the heavy iron doors swing open, and Kael walks in.He doesn't look like a hero returning from the field. His armor is scratched, covered in road dust and dry mud. The dark cape behind him is frayed at the hem. But it is his eyes that make the room go dead silent. The hesitant, cautious commander who left this palace weeks ago is gone. In his place stands a man who looks like he has already burned his own bridges and is just waiting for the rest of the world to catch fire.Selena Frost sits at the right hand of the throne, wearing a heavy silk dress painted in

This shows the Ashford Pack preparing for war as Aurora walks among the warriors with her silver wolf ready, standing side-by-side with Marcus and Rowan on the edge of the border.The sharp, repetitive rasp of iron scraping against whetstones fills the courtyard, a steady rhythm that feels more like a heartbeat than a sound.Every corner of the Ashford village is moving. Swords are being greased, leather armor strapped tight, and arrows tipped with wolfsbane racked by the dozens. The air smells thick with oil, cold forge smoke, and the sharp, coppery tang of nervous sweat. Nobody is laughing today. The recent betrayal by Elder Thomas and Camille during my trial in the shifting caverns showed us all how close the snake was to our own hearth. They tried to bury me beneath the stone, but they only succeeded in breaking their own knives against my back.I walk down the main dirt thoroughfare, my hand lightly brushing the wooden fences as I pass. I don't hide inside the keep like a fragil