All Chapters of TOO LATE TO CLAIM ME,ALPHA: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

My chest burned like hot coals, but inside me, my wolf roared.A wave of ancient power surged through my blood. It started as a low tremor in my core, then exploded outward into every limb, muscle, and nerve. My steps hit the pine-needled ground faster. Harder. Every instinct sharpened until the air itself felt heavy and thick.I wasn't just running anymore. I was cutting through the valley like a bolt of thunder.The blood of the true rulers ran through my veins. It was the legacy of the Silver Queen, older than the elders, older than the pack laws, older than Kael's greasy political schemes. The land seemed to know it, too. Deep roots in the earth gave way beneath my paws just enough for solid traction. The mountain wind swept behind my back, pushing me forward into the breach while stinging the eyes of the enemy force.Even Kael’s rebels pulled back in utter shock. They stood frozen along the muddy embankment, their spears dropping an inch or two as they stared. I led our front lin

The copper taste of blood hung heavy in the pine-scented air. A single strike echoed through the clearing, sharp as a whip cracking across stone.Kael collapsed to his knees right in front of me. His massive dark wolf shape shuddered, the shadowy fur melting away into pale, sweat-slick skin as he shifted back into his human form. A deep, jagged tear ran across his chest, oozing thick crimson onto the dead leaves.I dove forward and caught him before he hit the cold ground. My hands pressed hard against the open gash, heat instantly soaking through my palms."Why did you do that?" I demanded, my voice a jagged mess of shock and confusion.His body trembled under my grip. Kael lifted his head, his face ghostly white, dark hair sticking to his wet forehead."I couldn't... I couldn't let him hurt you again, Aurora," Kael whispered, his blue eyes searching mine with a desperation that made my throat tight.I stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. This was th

The flap of the canvas tent heavy in my hand felt rough as I pushed it aside. Inside, the sharp tang of cheap rubbing alcohol hit my nose first, mixing with the metallic reek of dried blood and damp canvas. Row after row of low cots filled the space. The soft groans of injured pack members drifted through the warm air, but the far corner was dead quiet.I walked down the narrow aisle, my leather boots making a dull thud against the packed dirt floor. My knees felt shaky. The battle was over, and the dust had settled, but my head was still spinning. Rowan had stood up for me when the spies tried to pin those leaked secrets on my head. He didn't blink twice. He believed in me. We had hunted down the real snakes in our grass, turning up the paper trail that led straight to Camille and Thomas.Now those two were gone, banished into the dark wild woods without supplies or pack protection. But Kael was still here.He lay on a small cot under a thin gray blanket. His skin looked ash-white ag

The air outside the council hall was freezing, carrying the sharp scent of pine needles and damp earth. Smoke drifted lazily from the iron braziers lining the stone courtyard, flickering against the dark timber beams of the fortress. Behind us, the heavy oak doors had finally closed on the tribunal. Camille and Thomas were gone, marched toward the northern border under heavy guard, banished forever from the Ashford pack lands. Their frantic excuses and bitter curses still echoed faintly in my head, but the silence settling over the courtyard felt far heavier.I leaned back against the smooth stone railing, letting the chilly wind sting my cheeks. My hands were sore from clenching my fists all afternoon, and every muscle in my neck throbbed.Word had reached us only hours ago about Kael’s latest move near the eastern border skirmishes. He had thrown himself directly into harm’s way to intercept a rogue assault team heading toward our supply lines. The news had sent a ripple through the

The Battle Is Far from Over, featuring the grim news of Selena's army, Rowan's resolve, and Aurora's preparation for the final conflict.The quiet evening air inside the war room felt heavy enough to choke on. Map scrolls lay scattered across the long oak table, held down by heavy stone daggers and ink pots. I stood by the grand window, watching pine needles sway in the cool breeze outside. My neck prickled with a low, persistent hum. The silver crescent mark wasn't flaming like it did during combat, but it pulsed with a steady, watchful heat under my skin.Heavy boots slammed against the wooden floorboards outside the doorway.A scout burst inside, breathless and drenched in sweat. His leather armor was splattered with dark mud from the lowlands. He collapsed to one knee, clutching his side as his chest heaved."Report," Rowan ordered, stepping away from the map table. His tall frame cast a long, sharp shadow across the room."They are marching on the Citadel, Alpha," the scout repor