All Chapters of Rise of the Switched Alpha Queen: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Why is my blood running cold over ten missing points when I just crushed every pureblood wolf in Silverpine City?" Josie Bell slams her heavy tablet onto the lab table, her eyes wide with total shock as she stares at me. "Joxie, you are literally insane! Look at the board!"I do not look at the board. I keep my hands flat against the cold stone edge of the lab table, my heavy, plus-size frame leaning forward as my knuckles turn stark white. "It is not about the rank, Josie. I reviewed every single bio-rune equation three times. The High Council examiners in the Wolf Biology Wing manually docked my paper by ten points without writing down a single reason. Someone stole my full marks.""You are number one in the whole territory!" Josie shoves the glowing screen straight into my face, her fingers shaking against the glass.First place: Joxie Whitlock—200 points.Second place: Nikolai Voss—195 points.Third place: Ford Gilbert—193 points."You put the Whitlock name at the top of the enti

"Ms. Joxie Whitlock's specialized wolf-blood potion is not problematic at all," Dr. Ford Gilbert says, his voice flat and stern as he turns to glare at Maureen Gilbert. "In fact, without her tincture, Grandmother Pearl Whitlock would not be sitting in this private ward right now. She would be lying in the intensive care unit at the Pack Healing Center with a failing core."Maureen freezes in the middle of the doorway, her manicured claws digging into her leather handbag as her face drains of all color. "What... what did you just say, Dr. Ford? Her human brew... I took a sample of that exact liquid to a pack apothecary in Hawkridge Row, and he explicitly told me that primitive human concoctions were pure poison for a wolf's bloodline!""Which apothecary did you consult?" Dr. Ford steps forward, his broad wolf shoulders tensing beneath his lab coat as his dark eyes lock onto Maureen with total contempt. "Was it someone licensed by the Silverpine City Health Board? Because if any physici

“How many times do I have to remind you that I am not your pack servant?” I snapped, my voice slicing through the thick air of the Elemental Science Hall.Briggs Whitlock didn’t even flinch. He leaned his towering frame against the heavy oak desk, his amber wolf eyes flashing with cold amusement as he adjusted his grip on his communicator. “Watch your tone, Joxie. You might be born human, but you still carry the Whitlock bloodline. Know your place.”“My place is anywhere away from you,” I growled, clutching my heavy stack of leather-bound scrolls tight against my chest. My knuckles turned stark white. Being a plus-size, human-born female in the powerful Whitlock werewolf lineage meant every step I took across Mooncrest Academy was built on a foundation of judgment. They looked at my soft curves and lack of an internal beast, treating me like a flaw in their pristine bloodline.Briggs sneered, bringing the device back to his ear. “I have a few pack brothers coming over to the estate la

"Where the hell did you hide her, Joxie?"Briggs Whitlock's roar rattled the glass panes of the Whitlock Moon Suite, the scent of his agitated alpha blood turning the air thick and ozone-heavy.I didn't flinch. I stood inside the door frame, my heavy boots planted flat against the cold hardwood, my heart hammering a steady, stubborn rhythm against my ribs. Being born human in a family of high-ranking wolves meant I lived my life surrounded by towering predators, but my body—plus-sized, soft-curved, and devoid of a beast—held its ground. I tossed my heavy leather shoulder bag onto the hall cabinet, letting the brass buckle slam against the wood."You need to pull your fangs back and check your tone, Briggs," Sterling Whitlock growled from the sofa, his shoulders tense, his inner wolf pressing hard against his skin as he glared at his brother.Briggs didn't look at Sterling. His dark, amber-flecked eyes remained locked on me, practically vibrating with fury. "Don't tell me to cool off!

They were wrong.A sharp, sudden rap on my bedroom door shattered the quiet.I didn't answer right away. I pulled a dry robe around my shoulders, tied the sash tight, and walked toward the door. "Who is it?""It's Thatcher," his voice came through the thick oak, smooth and measured. "Open up, Joxie. We have a problem."I unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door inward. Thatcher stood in the dim hallway light, his dark coat still damp from the evening mist outside, his expression unusually grim for someone who usually treated life like a joke."What happened?" I asked, leaning against the frame. "Did Briggs have another sudden realization about his precious Tuesday?""Briggs is downstairs tearing up his private training room," Thatcher said, a faint, cold smirk touching his lips before vanishing entirely. "No. This isn't about Briggs. Ford Gilbert just crossed the eastern border of Hawkridge Row with a squad of Davis Pack enforcers."My chest tightened. "Ford Gilbert? What is he doing