All Chapters of Dying as a Human: Rising of the Alpha Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I told you once, Lorraine, and my wolf will not repeat it," I say, my voice cutting through the thick, scent-heavy air of the Blackthorn Grand Hall like a dragged blade. "Keep your worthless Beta son on his leash, or I will let my claws do the talking."Lorraine Mercer’s sharp, heavily painted face contorts, her manicured fingers twitching over the fine lace of her collar. Her grey wolf spirit flares briefly behind her irises, a flicker of dominant pressure meant to bend my knee. It rolls off me like water off steel. My heavy, plus-sized frame doesn't yield an inch; my awakened wolf blood, thick and ancient, surges beneath my skin, suffocating the weaker aura she tries to project."Harper, please," Lorraine says, forcing her features into a sickeningly smooth, placating expression. The sudden shift is grotesque, her scent souring with hidden desperation. "Grayson was foolish. He let his instincts get blinded by the Callahan girl's scent. But tonight is the Mercer Family Grand Banquet

"You look like you're carrying the weight of a shattered pack, Harper," Asher Whitmore says, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that vibrates straight into my spine as his heavy, warm palm locks firmly around my waist.His dark Alpha scent—rain-soaked pine, raw leather, and pure uncut dominance—floods my head. I freeze. My claws automatically push out from my nail beds, my heavy, plus-sized body shifting instantly into a combat stance. Every instinct in my wolf screams at the sheer danger radiating off the male holding me.I don't turn around. I just grab his wrist with my thick, calloused fingers, digging my blunt claws into his skin. "How did you get into the Mercer Private Courtyard, Asher?"His long, broad fingers brush gently over my cheekbone, tracing the faint shadow under my eye. He ignores my question completely. His dark eyes lock onto mine, devoid of any playfulness. "Are you sad, little wolf?"I know what he thinks. He thinks I'm standing out here in the cold night air weepin

"You are looking at a female who owes you absolutely nothing, Lorraine Mercer," I say, my voice ringing out like a war horn across the quieted Blackthorn Grand Hall.Lorraine Mercer’s sharp, painted face turns an ugly, mottled gray as she gapes at me. The sheer disappointment of watching a massive twenty-percent share of the Calloway Pack territory slip through her greedy fingers is far worse than any physical wound. She thought she could starve me into submission, throw me out into the cold, and then force me back onto my knees with a fake apology.Now, standing here under the heavy crystal chandeliers in a plush dress that accentuates my plus-sized curves, wearing an ancient moonstone worth half a billion credits, I am completely out of her reach.Lorraine turns a venomous glare toward Mallory Callahan, who is still cowering near the stairs with her mother, Tessa. "Look at what your daughter has done! Dominic was completely manipulated by her vicious, sneaky little lies! This human

"Drop the helpless act, Mallory Callahan, because every wolf in the Blackthorn Grand Hall sees right through your fake tears," I state, my voice echoing with crisp authority across the silent floor.Mallory stands shivering near the entrance of the Winter Rose Room, her knuckles pale as she wipes away her pathetic crocodile tears. The sharp, mocking whispers of the gathered pack leaders ripple through the room like a cold winter wind. Nobody is buying her sweet, innocent front anymore. Every lie she fed to Grayson Mercer has blown up right in her face, exposing her as a scheming human leech who tried to bleed my bloodline dry.Grayson stands beside her, his face completely bloodless while dark red liquid continues to drip down his neck from his cracked forehead. He tries to glare at me from on high, trying to summon his usual arrogant Alpha-line pride, but there is no warmth left in the eyes of the crowd. He looks like a total fool who let a manipulative human string him along by the

The harsh, suffocating scent of burning lavender and rain-soaked earth clings to the grand archways of the Mercer Estate. I stand on the polished marble floor of the Winter Rose Room, my heart hammering like a trapped beast against my ribs. My wolf, restless and heavy, claws beneath my skin, reacting to the predatory tension saturating the air. I am a plus-sized female wolf, built with full curves, raw power, and an ancient Calloway bloodline that these blood-sucking freeloaders have tried to dilute for years.Mallory Callahan lowers her trembling hand after swearing her vow, her bloodshot eyes fixed directly on mine. Tears streak down her pale face, but there is no purity in them, only the bitter stench of defeated malice."Harper, can you find it in your heart to forgive me now?" Mallory whimpered, her voice quivering with calculated helplessness as she squeezed her mother Tessa’s arm.I look down at my thick, silver-ringed fingers, tracing the sharp edge of a diamond band before ra