All Chapters of Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"You expect me to believe an unshifted human walked into the BrainSpark Nationals prelims and fell asleep because the questions were too hard?" Ace Marlow barked, his heavy iron broadsword clattering against his hip as his Alpha wolf aura flared, filling Headmistress Birdsong’s Office with the thick, suffocating scent of ozone and scorched oak.I stood in the center of the office, my broad, heavy frame anchored firmly to the rug while the air practically vibrated with shifter aggression. My thick arms remained crossed over my chest, my dark eyes completely indifferent to the chaos.Mr. Booker sneered from behind his stack of trial ledgers, his yellowed canines flashing in the dim light. "I do not expect you to believe anything, Ace. I saw her with my own eyes. Thirty minutes into the prelims at the Wolf Biology Wing, she dropped her pen and went fast asleep on her desk! While every pure-blood shifter from the Prodigy Class was sweating blood over the alchemical formulas, this... this

"So you actually think Joxie Whitlock failed the Silverpine prelims just because she closed her eyes halfway through the morning testing session?" Ace Marlow growls, his broad, scar-covered hands slamming onto the mahogany surface of Headmistress Birdsong’s Office as his heavy wolf-aura flares, thick with the scent of pine needle and burnt ash.I stand near the heavy velvet curtains, my broad, heavy frame resting casually against the stone pillar. My thick arms stay crossed tight over my chest, my dark eyes watching the pack instructors fight over my name like dogs over a dry bone. My linen tunic stretches tight across my thick shoulders, my human blood completely unbothered by the heavy Alpha pressure rolling through the room.Mr. Booker stands his ground near the hearth, his yellowed canines bared in a bitter, mocking sneer. "Look at the testing parameters, Ace! The alchemical formulas for silver-leaf suppression draughts are designed to crush full-grown warriors! Walker Reed could

"He is not stepping foot back in Whitlock Cottage tonight?" I ask, my voice dropping into a flat, ice-cold thread as I lean my broad, heavy frame against the wooden doorframe.Hollis Crane, standing on the threshold of our cottage with an armful of expensive silk-wrapped boxes, blinks in sudden unease. He clears his throat, his eyes scanning my full, heavy figure, taking in the wide curve of my hips and the thick strength of my shoulders beneath my linen tunic. My dark human eyes stay fixed on him, completely unreadable, while my mother, Lorelei Whitlock, bustles in the kitchen behind me, the rich scent of roasted boar and wild herbs filling the air."Baylor is... extremely occupied with the Lamont Media House broadcast schedule," Hollis stammers, taking half a step back into the gravel driveway of the Moonridge Residential Quarter. "He wanted me to drop off these rare alchemical teas and northern furs for your mother and father. As his lead agent, I assured him I would deliver them p

"He is holding back an entire ocean of blood and bone," I say softly, my voice dropping into a low, raspy thread as I lean my heavy, broad shoulders against the solid wooden doorframe of the Davis Alpha Residence.Lorelei Whitlock turns from the doorway, her hands trembling as she smooths down her apron, her eyes red-rimmed from staring down the dark, empty driveway of the Moonridge Residential Quarter. "What do you mean, Joxie? Your brother Baylor is just overworked. The Lamont Media House keeps him on such a brutal schedule.""A schedule doesn't make a pureblood wolf's scent sour into rotting ash, Mother," I reply, my dark human eyes tracking the faint, lingering trail of Baylor's suppressed Alpha aura in the chilly night air. "His inner beast is crippled. He was forcing every breath just to sit at our table without vomiting blood."My father, Sterling Whitlock, freezes mid-step near the hearth, his thick, calloused hands gripping the back of a heavy oak chair until the wood groans

“You shouldn’t be breathing that silver-laced air, Joxie.”I don't look up from my seat beside Grandmother Pearl’s hospital bed, though the heavy thud of leather boots echoing down the corridor of the Pack Healing Center tells me exactly who just walked in. Sterling Whitlock—my shift-capable brother and the stand-in Alpha of our household—stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking out the fluorescent hall light.“My lungs are human, Sterling, not defective,” I say, my voice flat, missing the deep, terrifying reverberation of a wolf’s growl. “I can handle the scent of medicinal silver better than you can.”He lets out a low, impatient huff, the air in the room shifting as his inner beast bristles under my refusal to cower. “You’ve been sitting here since dawn. The Gilbert Pack Household is already whispering about why the non-shifting daughter is playing nurse while the rest of us manage the Hawkridge Row territory lines.”“Let them whisper,” I reply, gently adjusting the blan