All Chapters of Born For The Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hours passed, leading into the night. The full moon had not lost its shape, round and glowing bright as it cast its brilliance onto the earth. Somewhere in the eastern region, mystic creatures—werewolves—wandered far into the surrounding forests in their hunt for food. Among the werewolves, distinct ones glowed, marking them as werewolf vampires. Together, they hunted down unfortunate animals, gathered them, and devoured the fresh meat as a pack. Soon after they were done, Gillow, the alpha of the pack, with a glowing form and intense ruby eyes, began to sniff the air. The others sensed that he was smelling something and emulated him, but he was already advancing further into the bush. The pack followed him, and soon they discovered a retreating werewolf. Gillow immediately led a pursuit, and a chase ensued as they advanced behind the escaping werewolf who spotted a light brown color. The alpha of the pursuing pack rapidly gained on the escaping werewolf. Heavy thuds pounded the e

Inside the dimly lit cell, Arda sat hunched in a corner, her fingers trembling as she typed on her hidden phone. Her message was simple but desperate:“Alpha. Help. Locked in cell. Jacob's pack. Me, Karina, Chester. Punish us if you must, but please... don’t kill us. Please.”She hesitated, her thumb hovering over the send button. Doubts gnawed at her—would Gillow even care after everything? But the alternative was staying here, at Cain's mercy. With a sharp inhale, she pressed send, clutching the phone tightly against her chest as if it were her last lifeline.After a moment, she slipped the phone back between her breasts, ensuring it was concealed. She chose not to tell Karina or Chester about the message. If it failed, she didn’t want to crush what little hope they had left.Her phone buzzed almost immediately, causing her heart to pound. She spun toward the wall, hiding her movements, and glanced at the screen. The message was from Gillow. It was blank.A wave of relief mixed with

The next night came cloaked in an eerie stillness, broken only by the metallic clang of the cell doors opening. Cain strode in, flanked by his men, his presence a toxic mix of arrogance and cruelty. “Well, well,” he said, his voice smooth and condescending, “it’s time for a special treat. Tonight, you’ll witness the unification ceremony between the Northern and Western packs.” Arda stepped forward, her voice trembling but resolute. “Where’s Jacob?” Cain’s lips twisted into a mocking grin. “My son?” He leaned in, relishing her frustration. “He’s busy enjoying his honeymoon.” Arda’s heart sank, her fleeting hope of reaching Jacob shattered. She had prayed for a chance to speak to him, to appeal to the part of him not yet consumed by his father’s influence if it existed. But now, that chance was far from reach. "But don't look so sad, he is somewhere around. With so much going on, he can't afford to be far from the pack. After Gillow's defeat, we can all have a sigh of relief." "You

The journey back to the Southern territory had been swift, the hum of the engine filling the heavy silence between them. Outside, the world rushed by in a blur, but inside the car, the tension was palpable, hanging in the air like an unspoken storm. Every stolen glance Arda dared to take at Gillow revealed nothing; his expression was a mask of stoic control, his crimson eyes focused on the road ahead.When they arrived, the grand estate loomed against the twilight sky, its towering walls offering both safety and a reminder of the power Gillow wielded. He exited the vehicle and moved to her side without a word, pulling open her door. Before Arda could protest or even gather her strength, he scooped her up effortlessly. His grip was firm, protective even, but careful as though she were fragile, a porcelain doll teetering on the edge of breaking.He carried her through the mansion’s grand entrance, the silence inside echoing their unspoken emotions. The soft click of his boots against th

When Gillow finally entered the room, the sight that greeted him made his jaw tighten. The room was a mess—shattered glass littered the floor, furniture was overturned, and the air was heavy with the lingering scent of her tears. And there she was, asleep on the rug, clutching a pillow like it was her lifeline. Her face was streaked with dried tears, her braids tangled, her body small and fragile against the backdrop of chaos. He approached her silently, crouching beside her. For a moment, he hesitated, his hand hovering over her shoulder. Then, with a deep breath, he scooped her into his arms. Her weight was nothing to him, but the vulnerability in her made his chest tighten. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. The moment her body touched the mattress, her eyes fluttered open. Fear flooded them, and she bolted upright, scurrying back until her back hit the headboard. “No,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Stay away from me.” Gillow didn’t respond immediately. In