All Chapters of The Alpha's Wolfless Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The air in the Moon Shadow pack house felt different. It was a subtle shift, a tightening of the atmosphere that Zoe could sense in the bones of her body. A shiver ran down her spine, a familiar feeling of unease she hadn"t experienced since the night she had taken over, the night she had claimed her husband"s mantle, the night she had become Luna of the Moon Shadow pack. She had silenced the dissenters, snuffed out the whispers of rebellion, but she knew she hadn"t truly eradicated the animosity that had festered in the hearts of her pack members. The council, once cowed and compliant, had begun to speak with a newfound boldness. Their gazes held a flicker of defiance that Zoe couldn"t ignore, a simmering cauldron of resentment that bubbled just beneath the surface. The whispers had escalated to murmurs, then to outright grumbles. She had been walking on a tightrope, her every move calculated, every word measured, but the rope felt frayed, ready to snap. It had started subtly. The

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the winding path that led from the Pack College to the Blood Moon Pack territory. Vivian, her auburn hair pulled back in a tight bun, walked with a brisk pace, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings with a practiced vigilance. The scent of pine needles and damp earth mingled with the faintest trace of wolf musk, a constant reminder of the raw, untamed wilderness that surrounded them. Working as a teacher at the Pack College had given her a routine, a semblance of normalcy in a world suddenly turned upside down by the usurpation of Mateo, the ruthless wolf who had seized power from Alpha Draven.Vivian"s senses were on high alert, her mind racing. As she walked, a prickling sensation on the back of her neck sent a cold shiver down her spine. She subtly increased her pace, her senses sharpening, her inner wolf growling low in her chest. A low, guttural growl echoed from behind, confirming her suspicions. Someone was following her. She rec

The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. The sun, just peeking over the horizon, painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting long shadows across the sprawling forest. Jessica, her face flushed with the excitement of the coming journey, stood beside Draven, her hand snugly clasped in his. Her heart thumped with a rhythm that echoed the steady pounding of the horses" hooves on the forest floor."We"re finally going home." she whispered, her voice alight with a joy that resonated deep within her soul."Home." Draven echoed, his voice husky with emotion. He squeezed her hand, the warmth of his touch radiating through her, a comforting anchor in the turbulent storm of anticipation that raged within her. It had been months since she"d last seen her family, her mother, her siblings. The image of their worried faces, etched in her mind, fueled her desire to reach the Blood Moon pack, to be reunited with them, to share the news of her pregnancy, to feel the

The air hung thick and heavy within the dank confines of the dungeon cell with the only light filtering in from a narrow slit high in the stone wall. Two figures huddled in the corner, their faces illuminated by the dim glow of a flickering torch. One, clad in a simple linen tunic shifted restlessly with her gaze fixed on the iron bars that separated her from the outside world. The other, a woman of imposing stature her dark hair pulled back in a tight braid remained still, her eyes reflecting the cold and hard reality of their situation."It's been two days." the woman in linen whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Two days since they dragged us down here.” “Two days too long,” the other woman, the one with the braid, replied, her voice gravelly. “And still no word from the outside world or about Draven and his group.” The woman in linen, Vivian, let out a soft sigh. "I worry about them. Especially Jess. She is so young.”The other woman, Penny, her gaze hardening, said, "Mateo

The air in the dungeon cell felt thick with despair, a weight that pressed down on Vivian and Penny like a physical entity. The only light filtering in was a sliver of pale moonlight that sliced through the barred window, casting long, ominous shadows across the damp stone walls. They sat huddled together on the cold, hard floor, their backs against the rough stone, each seeking solace in the other”s presence.“He”s coming,” Penny whispered, her voice barely audible over the constant dripping of water from a crack in the ceiling.Vivian looked at her, a faint flicker of hope igniting in her eyes. “You”re sure?““The guards have been whispering,” Penny replied, her voice low and urgent. “They”re scared. They”re talking about Alpha Draven, about how he”s returning to reclaim the pack.“A deep sigh escaped Vivian”s lips. “It feels like a dream,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. “For so long, we”ve been trapped in this darkness. A sliver of hope was all we had left, but now...“