All Chapters of Dying as a Human: Rising of the Alpha Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"I do not care if the human female fled," Alpha Asher Whitmore said, his voice cutting through the thick dusk air like a freshly drawn blade. "Find me a mate candidate with an untainted blood-record. You have three minutes before the Blackridge Investigation Bureau locks its doors."I froze three steps away on the cold stone plaza, holding my breath as my newly awakened werewolf instincts surged against my ribs. Standing before me was a towering figure wrapped in an obsidian coat that barely contained the sheer width of his shoulders. His scent—dominant silver pine, fresh ozone, and pure Apex power—flooded the space, making my heart hammer wildly against my sternum. Every line of his harsh, sculpted face looked forged in ancient granite, and his eyes burned like liquid gold in the fading shadow of Hollowfang Woods.Behind him, his enforcer stepped forward with a hurried whisper. "Alpha, Miss Shaw heard the rumors about your inner wolf's instability and abandoned the contract. We canno

"Get your filthy hands off me, Malcolm!" I barked, my voice ringing out across the grand entryway of Calloway Manor with the raw command of an elite war leader.The air in the foyer turned ice-cold. My newly awakened wolf stirred in my chest, sending a surge of territorial dominance through my blood. I stared straight at Malcolm Calloway, my blue eyes hollow, lightless, and dead set on his face.Malcolm flinched, his Alpha posturing faltering for a split second. His skin drained of color as he met my gaze, genuinely creeped out by the sudden, lethal aura radiating off the heavy-set daughter he had spent years belittled as a weak human-born.I let a cold, ruthless smile curl my lips. "Since you like playing the tyrant so much, Malcolm, I will make sure to build a very quiet cage for you in the pack dungeons once I take control of the family territory."Tessa Calloway shuddered sharply beside him, clutching her emerald robes as she backed away from me.At that exact moment, light footst

"Fifty million for the raw blue moonlight gem!" Grayson Mercer declared, his voice echoing across the main floor of the Frostmoon Grand Auction House with arrogant authority.From my seat beside the high VIP railing overlooking the lower hall, my hand rested against the cool polished wood. My awakened wolf stirred beneath my ribs, sending a pulse of liquid fire through my blood. I looked down at the crowd gathered for the Nightcrest Pack winter charity drive in Ravenshade City. The air was thick with the scent of high-ranking lycans, polished silver, and lingering bloodline posturing.Down on the main floor, Grayson sat with his arm draped possessively over Mallory Callahan's shoulders. The Mercer Security Detail flanked their row, keeping lower-tier pack members at a distance. Mallory beamed, her delicate human appearance contrasting with the raw, aggressive wolf power of the crowd around her. She looked like a prized trophy, soaking in the envious whispers of the surrounding pack fe

"You think you're clever, Mallory," I say, my voice smooth as glass, my heavy, plus-size body anchored firmly beside Camden Whitaker in front of the glass doors of Whitmore Global Holdings. "Warning everyone that I'm just roadside trash."Mallory Callahan's face turns instantly white, her delicate human hands trembling where she stands beside the luxury vehicle. "Harper, I... I'm only saying this for your own good!""For my good?" A sharp, icy laugh slips from my throat, my blue eyes narrowing as my awakened wolf shifts beneath my skin. "Whether I'm a fool or a threat, you know the truth better than anyone in Ravenshade City. Tell me, Mallory... are you scared already?"She takes a tiny, pathetic step back, her lower lip quivering."I haven't even started tearing down your life, and you're already breaking into tears," I whisper, leaning in just enough for her to catch the raw, terrifying scent of my suppressed Alpha-lineage power. "How are you going to survive what comes next?""That

"Is that really Harper Calloway?" a female wolf near the crystal fountain gasps, her voice carrying across the marble entrance of the Blackthorn Grand Hall. "The human-born disgrace the Calloway Pack threw out?""No way," an Alpha from a neighboring pack mutters, staring with wide, hungry eyes. "Look at her aura. She looks like a queen who could break a male's spine with her bare hands.""Look at Mallory," a third voice whispers maliciously. "She walked in here trying to play the delicate princess, but standing next to Harper, she looks like a gray, sickly stray."Mallory Callahan hears every single word. Her manicured claws dig so hard into the palms of her hands that a drop of fresh blood dots the white lace of her dress. Her sickly sweet mask cracks, her eyes burning with a venomous, jealous heat as she stares at my broad, heavy frame.She hates that I exist. She hates that even without my mother's title, my presence suffocates her.I catch the flicker of pure panic in her eyes, my