All Chapters of Dying as a Human: Rising of the Alpha Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Hand over the keys to the Ironwood Keep vault, Harper, or I will let my pack enforcers drag your fat ass through the mud in front of every Alpha in the Nightcrest Pack," Grayson Mercer growls, his voice dripping with absolute disgust as his heavy hand clamps down on my wrist like a iron trap.He stands in the center of the Blackthorn Grand Hall, flanked by the Mercer Security Detail. The grand chandeliers cast long, golden shadows across the polished marble floor of the Mercer Estate, reflecting the glint of steel from the blades at their belts. Grayson’s jaw is set in a rigid line, his eyes flashing with the cold, golden light of a dominant wolf trying to crush a lesser strain.I do not flinch. I stand my ground, my full-figured frame anchored to the marble, feeling the raw, ancient pulse of my own bloodline humming beneath my skin. My human mother, Eleanor Calloway, may have lacked a wolf, but she gave me the stubbornness of the mountain ranges that border the Frostmoon Territory.

"You expect me to stand here and listen to your lies while you parade your side-bitch through my mother’s ancestral home?" I snarl, my voice echoing off the grand marble pillars of the Blackthorn Grand Hall.The room is suffocatingly dense with the heavy, musky scent of blood and territorial tension. My full-figured wolf body, lush and thick-curved under my formal velvet dress, pulses with raw anger. My human mother, Eleanor Calloway, raised me to stand firm, but my werewolf blood demands violent retribution for this public humiliation.Grayson Mercer grips Mallory Callahan’s frail hand tightly, his face twisting into a mask of righteous fury as he steps between us. He looks down at me, his eyes flashing with the golden tint of his lower-tier Alpha blood, trying and failing to force my submission."We've been in love for a long time, Harper, but because of you, Mallory didn't want to hurt you and she kept rejecting me!" Grayson yells, his voice booming over the whispers of the gathere

"Get off your knees, Mallory," I growl, my voice heavy with the rough, rumbling threat of a female wolf pushed past her limit. "Your fake tears are ruining the carpet, and I am sick of smelling your fear."I stand in the high-arched glass corridor of the Mercer Estate, my broad, thick-curled frame blocking the light from the lanterns. My full thighs press tight against my dark leather pants, my hips heavy, my chest heaving as my internal beast claws at my ribs. Mallory Callahan stays slumped on the cold tile, her thin frame shivering, sobbing out loud for every member of the Mercer Security Detail and the Calloway Bloodline to see."Look at you," Lorraine Mercer snaps, stepping out from behind her son with her chin held high, her eyes full of disgust. "She is groveling at your feet, Harper! She is trying to fix this pack, and you stand there acting like a feral brute! You have no heart!"Grayson Mercer’s jaw clenches tight, his golden wolf-light flashing hot beneath his skin. He lunge

"Are you out of your mind, Harper?" Grayson Mercer roars, his large fists clenching so tight that his knuckles turn bone-white, his golden wolf-light surging violently beneath his skin.He stands in the arched gray courtyard of the Mercer Estate, his thick frame towering over the stone steps, his heavy chest heaving with every ragged breath. The sharp scent of rain, wet pine, and spilt blood fills the air, mixing with the dark, heavy pressure of my own alpha blood. I do not step back. I adjust my stance, my full thighs pressing firm against my tight leather hunting trousers, my heavy hips steady as I lock my golden eyes directly onto his face.My wolf bares her fangs inside my mind, a dark, vicious laughter bubbling up my throat. I let a slow, icy smile spread across my lush lips, letting every drop of my arrogance and absolute disgust show."Since your hearing is as damaged as your loyalty, Grayson," I say, my voice dropping into a low, gravelly purr that vibrates through the entire

"Look at her pretending to be some innocent pack maiden! She is nothing but an unbonded mistress, just like her mother before her!"The cruel jeers bounce off the ancient oak rafters of Ironwood Keep, cutting right through me. I dig my sharp nails into the plush palms of my hands, the skin breaking easily under my forced composure. Warm blood trickles over my skin, tasting metallic and salty as I lick my lip in silence.From this moment on, every high-ranking wolf in Frostmoon Territory knows that Mallory Callahan is nothing but a shameless snake who seduced her sister's betrothed and leaked private photos to claim his rank. Mallory keeps her eyelashes lowered, hiding the sinister, vengeful glint burning beneath her tears.The two Calloway females leave the grand hall one after the other, leaving the gathered bloodlines to gossip over the downfall of our family line.Tessa Calloway stands near the stone archway, her chest heaving with smug satisfaction now that I have officially sever