All Chapters of Alpha Brocks Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Stephanies Perception:Vincent straightened to his full height, a show of respect despite his restrained position. "I come on behalf of a splintered faction within the Vampire Council, I am the youngest prince of the Vampires" he began, his voice carrying the rasp of centuries. "Morgana has made enemies of us all, and my group wishes to join forces with your pack to bring her reign of terror to an end."Brock's distrust seemed to evaporate slightly, replaced by a strategic gleam in his eye. "What do you offer?" he asked, pressing for details as he circled his desk to take a seat, signaling me to sit beside him in a show of unity.Vincent's lips thinned, a sign of his seriousness. "We have knowledge of her whereabouts and her sinister plans," Vincent revealed, his eyes glinting like polished onyx in the dim light of the office. "Her next move will be to call forth the Harrowing, a band of spectral creatures that feed on the spirit of your kind. If she succeeds, not even the Moon Goddes

Stephanie's Perception:As I stumbled outside, my knees buckled, and I fought for breath. No wolf suffers from asthma or heart failure. Yet, here I was, drenched in sweat, my heart racing, the world spinning, my stomach churning with the urge to vomit.Brock must be beside himself, mistaking this for rejection — and the pack, what must they think? My anxiety spiked, bringing the nausea closer to the surface. This was not me.My family formed a protective circle around me. We sat in heavy silence until Linda pierced our circle, settling in front of me with a look of concern. My eyes met hers, and I knew I must've been as pale as the panic I felt inside.My father excused himself, saying he needed to assist Brock at the podium, while Stephanie flicked her finger against my forehead. Annoyance and anger began to surge within me, unexpectedly overshadowing my prior emotions.Linda's chuckle reverberated softly in the tense silence. "Did that help?" she said, her eyes alight with a mischi

Brock and I led the pack's run, wolves delighting in playful antics until the sudden appearance of two bucks transformed our frolic into an exhilarating group pursuit.The crisp, earthy scent of wet leaves and musky fur filled the air as the pack moved swiftly through the forest. The aroma of excitement and anticipation mingled with the hint of prey, signaling the shift from playful chase to a focused hunt.Our paws thudded rhythmically against the soft bed of the forest as Brock's voice rang out, deep and guttural, urging the pack onwards. "Focus! Drive them towards the ridge!"I felt my body respond to his command, my strong form cutting through the brush, a chorus of huffs and howls coloring the night. Moonlight speckled the ground, creating a mosaic of light and shadow into which our quarry darted desperately.A sharp report - a twig snapping underfoot - sent a jolt of adrenaline through me. The bucks, their antlers like crowns of the wild, hurtled towards a narrow brook that was

Stephanie’s perspective: The warriors around Brock and I rallied, their eyes aflame with shared resolve. We were more than a pack; we were the embodiment of hope, the raw essence of our kind's undying will to persist against the darkness that sought to claim us. "Let's show her the power of the pack!" I roared, my voice carrying power that transcended the vocal and rang through the mind link. At my side, Brock howled, a war cry that spurred our wolves forward. Morgana, reflecting the full malice of her possessed form, launched a barrage of shadow spikes from her gesturing hands. Brock and I dodged the spikes embedding into a tree that withered on contact. Agatha and Linda continued their work, beads of sweat mingling with the mystical luminescence that surrounded their hands. The chains binding Marcella flickered, resisting the undoing spell. Every second was crucial—we needed to hold Morgana's attention. Focusing, I summoned the strength of my Alpha lineage. It was more than the

Alpha Brock's Perspective:The dirt and grime of the alley pressed against me, but now was not the time to flinch at filth or fear. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, hot and insistent, like a river swelling after a storm. Brock nodded, the muscles in his jaw ticking with tension, an unspoken understanding passing between us. The mission parameters had changed. Save the captives, yes, but Marcella was one of our own—an irreplaceable link in our pack’s chain."Brock communicated with Stephanie through their shared mental bond. "The rogues have taken Marcella, but we've located the women."Acknowledging with a nod, Stephanie turned to me. "We need to evacuate the women first, then we'll rescue Marcella."Feeding a mind-link to the warrior responsible for locating the abducted women, I shot back, "Extract the women immediately! Is that possible?""Affirmative, Alpha," he responded. "We've subdued the majority of the rogues; just one remains, and he's fled with Marcella. He's likely usi