All Chapters of I teamed up with my ex-husband’s rival Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The house in the eastern woods was warm and incredibly quiet. I sat on the plush sofa with my hands folded in my lap. Dominic sat right beside me. He did not wear a formal suit today, just a dark sweater and denim pants. His presence was a solid, grounding force. He was watchful, but his posture remained relaxed and welcoming.Elias sat in the armchair across from us. The young man held a delicate ceramic teacup in both hands, letting the steam warm his face. He looked around the bright, sunlit living room with an expression of pure, unfiltered awe."I have never been inside a house like this," Elias admitted softly. He set his teacup down. "My family lived in temporary wooden shelters. We moved every few months to ensure the old Council patrols never tracked us. We lived off the land and kept our heads down.""You are safe here, Elias," Dominic stated smoothly. His deep voice carried the weight of an absolute promise. "The old Council is gone. I run this region now. Nobody will ever

Warm water rushed over the vivid blue ceramic tiles.The soothing sound filled the central atrium of the Aurelian Healing Center. I stood at the edge of the primary thermal bath, watching the clear water cycle through the natural stone filters. Hazel’s hand-painted tiles caught the sunlight streaming through the skylights, creating beautiful, dancing reflections on the walls."It actually works," Hazel whispered, standing right beside me. She wore a bright yellow dress and held a digital camera. "I fired those tiles in my tiny studio, and now they are part of a real medical facility. It feels like a dream.""It is not a dream," I smiled, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. "You helped build this, Hazel. The patients are going to find so much peace looking at your art."Today was the official opening of the healing center. The facility was designed to help wolves recover from the trauma of the old regime. We did not invite any corporate investors or regional politicians. The only peo

The Northern Ridge was throwing a feast. Long wooden tables were set up in the main courtyard of the valley. Lanterns hung from the stone walls, casting a warm, flickering light over the pack members. There was laughter, music, and an undeniable sense of hope in the air. For the first time in a decade, they were celebrating their future instead of fearing it.I sat near the central fire, wrapped in a thick wool blanket. Dominic sat right beside me, keeping his arm securely around my shoulders to block the winter wind. Aurora was fast asleep in her insulated carrier, resting safely against my chest. The loud music and the cheering crowd did not disturb her at all.Alpha Silas stood up at the head of the main table. He held a wooden cup filled with spiced cider. The courtyard instantly fell quiet."For many years, we hid in the shadows," Silas began, his voice echoing off the ancient stone walls. He looked around at his people with deep emotion. "We believed isolation was our only defen

I stepped back from the pillar and looked up.Standing on the narrow glass catwalk three stories above the atrium floor was a man. He wore a sleek, dark tactical suit that blended perfectly with the shadows of the architectural beams. He possessed a lean, athletic build.He leaned against the glass railing, looking down at me. Even from this distance, I could see the vivid, striking rings of pure gold in his eyes.Kaelen."Impressive," Kaelen called out. His voice was smooth, cultured, and laced with absolute arrogance. "You actually understand the resonance tech. Most of our kind forgot the old sciences. It seems your brain has not entirely rotted from living among the animals."I did not shrink back. I stood my ground in the center of the atrium, glaring up at the fanatic who had just tried to destroy my work."You call them animals, but you are the one hiding in the dark planting bombs," I yelled back, my voice echoing off the glass walls. "You are not a creator, Kaelen. You are ju

Blue ink stained the edge of my wooden ruler.I wiped it off with a dry cloth and leaned over the vast drafting table in the center of the Obsidian engineering sub-level. I was not working in my home studio today. The stakes were far too high. The blueprints spread out before me detailed the brand new regional museum. The building was a stunning piece of modern architecture, featuring sweeping glass corridors and open historical exhibits.It was also about to become the most sophisticated trap in the region.Dominic stood on the opposite side of the table. He wore a dark grey shirt and held a digital tablet, reviewing the guard patrol routes. Carter sat at a nearby terminal, typing lines of code into the security grid."The museum uses a passive ventilation system," I explained, tracing a line of blue ink across the paper. "It relies on natural air currents pulling through the ceiling vents to regulate the temperature for the artifacts. Kaelen will use these vents to bypass the camera