All Chapters of The Alpha's Filthy Secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Sloane.Three weeks in the werewolf realm, and I still felt like an alley cat stranded in a cage of tigers.The club was called The Black Crest, an exclusive den in the heart of the capital city where pack elders, high ranking enforcers, and wealthy purebloods gathered under the guise of an annual solstice gala. The heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floorboards, thick with the heavy scents of cedar, damp earth and raw dominance emitting from the men.As a half breed - half human, half wolf - my inner animal was quiet, buried under human blood. Most purebloods treated me like a stray dog or an exotic pet.Case in point: Elder Vane. A grey haired bloated pack elder who had been concerning me by the bar for twenty minutes, smelling like cheap cigars and stale brandy."You don't belong on the outer fringes, girl," Vane rasped, his thick fingers brushing my bare forearm. "A half human girl needs protection in a city like this. You can't even cross the palace threshold. My estate

SLOANE.The morning sun did nothing to warm the stone walls of the Black Ridge ancestral court.I stood near the perimeter of the Great Hall, wearing an ivory wool dress my mother's stylists had forced on me an hour ago. The room was packed with pureblood nobles, pack alpha reps, and high ranking enforcers attending the formal Pack Court, the morning assembly where pack business, territory disputes, and bloodlines were officially recorded.Every gaze in the room felt like a physical weight on me."Look at her," a female wolf two rows over whispered, not even bothering to lower her voice. "A half blood stray living in the main house. Luna's mongrel daughter.""I doubt she even has a wolf," her companion sneered, taking a slow sip of blood wine. "She smells like human dirt."My hands clenched into tight fists inside my pockets, my fingernails digging into my palms. I held my chin up, staring straight ahead at the raised dais where my mother sat in a plush velvet chair beside an empty Al

SLOANE.They killed my mother two weeks ago.They used a silver blade at dawn, right on the boundary line where the dirt met the pine trees. I wasn't allowed to watch but I heard the crowd roar from my bedroom window.Afterward, Raul didn't throw me out despite the numerous debates. He locked me in the east wing instead. Every day was a war. He would step into my room, and I would hurl whatever I could reach at his head. A brass lamp, my shoes, a stool. He took every hit without flinching, until I was too exhausted to fight.I thought the constant dizziness and the cold sweat dripping down my back were just grief. But when the morning sickness hit three days ago, I knew something was wrong. My half human body couldn't handle pureblood diseases, but this felt different.It was deep and heavy.I didn't call the pack doctor. I knew better than to trust anyone in Raul's inner circle.Down, while the night shift sentries were rotating at the eastern fence, I slipped out through the laundry