All Chapters of Dying as a Human: Rising of the Alpha Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"You are completely out of your mind if you think I am going to let a human-born pup lead this project," Veronica Shaw spat, her red lips pulling back over sharp white fangs as her scent spiked with the bitter tang of raw defiance."Then pack your things and walk out that door, Veronica," I said, leaning back into the heavy leather chair inside Whitmore Global Holdings. My full, plush frame settled heavily into the cushions, my thick thighs pressing against the edge of the polished mahogany desk. My inner wolf growled low in my chest, a deep, rumbling vibration that made the air in the high-rise office hum with ancient power. "Because as the Alpha Luna of the Nightcrest Pack, I do not negotiate with subordinates who forget who holds the leash."Veronica stared at me, her dark eyes flashing amber as her breathing hitched. Her palms hit the surface of the desk, her long red claws digging tiny gouges into the wood. "You were born human, Harper! You didn't even shift until you were eighte

"If you dare speak her name again, Grayson, I will rip your throat out right here on the ceremonial grounds."My voice rasped low and dangerous, my wolf snarling just beneath my ribcage. I stood on the edge of the elevated stone balcony overlooking the vast assembly grounds of Ravenshade University, the heavy fur mantle resting on my plush, broad shoulders catching the biting morning wind. My lush, thick curve of a body was wrapped in tight leather and dragon-weave armor, every inch of my full frame radiating the lethal pressure of a born-human who had clawed her way to becoming an Alpha-level wolf.Grayson Mercer flinched, his face going pale as he took a half-step back, his hand instinctively resting on the silver-hilted blade at his belt. "Harper, don't be unreasonable. I came here as the primary heir of the Mercer Estate to ensure this public pack examination goes smoothly. You haven't answered your comms in two days, and the entire Dominion State is demanding blood.""I don't owe

"Is that blood on your sleeve, or did you just decide to test how much pain I can take before sunrise?" I slammed the steel basin onto the tray table, my left hand trembling as the heavy metal rattled against the wood.My right forearm was bound tight in a thick padded brace, frozen in place, but my pulse was thrashing against my skin like an angry beast trying to claw its way out. The bitter, iron tang of my own fresh blood mixed with the cold scent of pine and ozone rolling off Asher Whitmore’s shoulders. He stood by the arched window of the private suite in St. Catherine Royal Hospital, framed by the gray morning light bleeding over the Westhaven skyline.Asher didn't blink. His silver eyes, dark and dilated with raw Alpha fury, locked onto mine. "You're supposed to be lying flat, Harper. Dr. Brooks said two fractured ribs and a broken radius mean you don't leave this bed.""Dr. Brooks isn't the one whose bloodline is being ripped apart at Blackthorn Grand Hall in forty minutes," I

"If Harper Calloway cannot write with her right hand, this entire examination is an insult to the Bloodfang Assembly!"My dark eyes narrow as I step onto the raised marble balcony of the Grand Ravenshire Hall. The icy mountain wind whips my hair around my face, but I do not flinch. My left hand grips the cold wrought-iron railing while my right arm remains locked tight against my waist, bound in a heavy black medical brace.Down in the massive stone courtyard, hundreds of high-ranking wolves from the Nightcrest Pack and reporters from RavenNet spill over the plaza. The tension in the air is thick, metallic, and heavy with the scent of agitation.The headmaster of Ravenshade University stands beside me, his knuckles white as he grips his wooden podium. He clears his throat, his aged voice echoing over the amplified speakers. "Silence! Quiet down, all of you! Harper Calloway was involved in a violent vehicular assault at the Eastvale border gates just two hours ago. St. Catherine Royal

“Hand over the file before I tear your throat out,” Elijah growled, his upper lip pulling back to expose the sharp ivory tips of his canines as he slammed his massive palms onto the polished mahogany desk.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I kept my spine straight, refusing to flinch. I stared right into Elijah’s amber eyes, my own human pulse drumming wildly in my neck where any werewolf in the room could hear it. I sat behind the desk in the cold, cavernous office of Ironwood Keep, surrounded by the heavy scent of pine, blood, and dominant pack aura.“You don't command me, Elijah,” I said, keeping my voice dead steady even as my fingers dug into the fabric of my trousers. “I am a Calloway. Until Alpha Asher signs off on the Frostmoon Territory records, these documents stay with me.”He let out a low, rumbling snarl that vibrated right through the heavy wooden floorboards. Before he could take another step toward me, the heavy oak doors of the study burst ope