All Chapters of The Alpha's Wolfless Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Draven strode silently beside Nathan, his powerful frame barely making a sound as he moved. His face was a mask of stoicism, his dark eyes reflecting the coolness of the night, but beneath the surface lurked an undercurrent of tension, a simmering agitation that spoke of a battle fought within his soul.Nathan, a jovial man with a mischievous glint in his amber eyes, deliberately slowed his pace, allowing a comfortable distance to develop between them. His laughter, a low rumble that resonated through the night, broke the silence. "So, my friend, what brings the great Alpha Draven to the humble territory of the Midnight Pack?" He asked, his tone laced with a teasing edge.Draven remained silent, his gaze fixed on the path ahead, the forest floor lit dimly by the moonlight. He was acutely aware of Nathan's amusement, the subtle mocking undertone in his voice. He knew the man was enjoying his discomfort, the turmoil that swirled within him."Word on the wind," Nathan continued, his voic

"Silas." the lone figure spoke, his voice a raspy whisper. He turned, revealing the face of Den, a burly wolf with eyes that gleamed with a predatory hunger.Silas, his face obscured by shadow, pulled back the hood, his face pale and gaunt. His eyes were bloodshot, surrounded by dark circles that spoke of sleepless nights and a mind consumed by worry."Den." Silas rasped, his voice a strained whisper. "You shouldn"t be here. It"s too risky.""You know I"m no stranger to a little risk." Den replied, his tone laced with a hint of smugness. "And you, my friend, you"ve been hiding for far too long."Silas shifted his weight uneasily. "I am cautious." he said, his voice barely a murmur. "These are dangerous times.""Cautious? Silas, we are all cautious. Zoe has us all living in fear. She rules with an iron fist, and her grip tightens with every passing day."Den"s words ignited a flicker of anger in Silas"s eyes. He had seen firsthand the consequences of Zoe"s reign. Whispers of rebellion

The weight of the world, or at least of his pack, pressed upon Draven"s heart like a leaden fist. He sat in the dimly lit confines of the Midnight Pack"s gathering room, the scent of pine and damp earth heavy in the air. The warmth of the crackling fire in the hearth did little to soothe the icy chill that permeated his being. He had retreated to this temporary haven, this borrowed haven, along with his pregnant mate Jessica, her loyal friend Vicky, and his own Beta, Asher. Even Tom Madison, the former Moon Shadow warrior who had pledged allegiance to Draven, sat amongst them, his presence a reminder of the tumultuous times.He yearned for the familiar scent of his own pack, the Blood Moon Pack, the scent of home. But that home was now ruled by Mateo, his former closest friend, the wolf who had betrayed his trust and usurped his leadership. Draven felt a bitter pang of shame and helplessness, his normally steely resolve fractured. How could he, the mighty Alpha, the one who had sworn

Draven, the exiled Alpha of the Shadow Pack, sat hunched in a worn armchair, his gaze fixed on the flames, but his mind a thousand miles away. He had been adrift, lost in the storm of his own despair, ever since Mateo, his former ally, had betrayed him and seized control of his pack. But something had shifted within him, a subtle yet powerful change.The weight of defeat, the crushing sense of doom, was slowly lifting. The spark of defiance, a whisper of hope, had rekindled in his heart. He was no longer the broken, defeated wolf he had been. He was Draven, Alpha of the Shadow Pack, and he would reclaim what was rightfully his.Jessica, his mate, sat beside him, her hand resting reassuringly on his arm. Her presence, a steady beacon in the darkness, fueled his resolve. She had been his rock, his unwavering support, even in the darkest hours. He looked at her, her golden hair catching the firelight, and a wave of love crashed over him. He would do this, not just for himself, but for he

The air hung thick with the scent of pine and damp earth in the sprawling meeting room of the Midnight Pack. The heavy, hand-carved oak table, polished to a gleam, was the centerpiece, surrounded by chairs crafted from the same dark wood. At its head, Nathan, the alpha of the Midnight Pack, sat with a regal bearing. His silver hair, streaked with the wisdom of countless years, framed a face weathered by battles, both inner and outer. His gaze, sharp and piercing, met Draven"s across the table.Draven, the exiled alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, was a study in contrasts. Even in the muted light of the oil lamps, his fiery red hair shone, a stark contrast to his deeply tanned skin. His eyes, flecked with gold, held the smoldering intensity of a volcano ready to erupt. His broad chest, encased in a dark leather vest, hinted at the raw power beneath, a power that had been tempered by years of exile.He leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "Nathan." he began, his voice a low rumble, "I"ve com