All Chapters of The Alpha King’s Gifted Mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

UNKNOWNThe air was thick with anticipation as Melanie and her team navigated the dense forest, the trees looming overhead like ancient sentinels. The map Darius had uncovered in Quincy Otto’s possessions had led them here, to a site that the pack had long been unaware of. The route had been treacherous, the landscape wild and uncharted, but the pull of the unknown was stronger than their doubts. They were getting closer—closer to the heart of the mystery that had haunted them since the fall of Iris and the end of the war.Melanie's heart thudded in her chest, an eerie feeling creeping under her skin as they approached the location. The map had indicated a hidden cavern, one that had remained untouched for centuries, concealed by thick layers of earth and magic. There was something about this place, something that felt... off. But they had no choice but to push forward. The rogues had been defeated, Iris’s power shattered—but there was no guarantee that their troubles were over. The d

UnknownThe wind howled through the trees as Maxine stood in the clearing, her hands trembling with anticipation. It had been weeks since her escape, but the time for hiding was over. She had gathered her allies, those who still believed in the cause of the rogues, those who were too blinded by hatred and revenge to see the devastation they had left in their wake. The Royal Crimson Pack had thought them defeated, broken. But they were wrong. Maxine was still alive. And she was more powerful than ever.Around her, the air felt thick, charged with an unnatural energy. She could sense the remnants of dark magic lingering in the very earth beneath her feet. It pulsed in time with her heartbeat, as if the land itself was waiting for something—waiting for her.Maxine was not alone. A handful of rogues stood around her, their eyes burning with the same desire for revenge that had driven them from the very beginning. They had followed her here, to this ancient place, where the veil between wo

MelanieThe night was quiet—too quiet. I could feel it, the tension hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break. The Royal Crimson Pack had been through so much already, yet I knew that the peace we’d worked so hard for was fragile. Oswald and I had spent weeks reinforcing the borders, patrolling day and night, making sure no rogue or dark force could infiltrate our territory again. The thought of being caught off guard again was too much to bear.I shifted uncomfortably, adjusting the weight of my dagger in its sheath at my side. The cold air nipped at my skin, and I pulled my cloak tighter around me, trying to shake the creeping feeling of unease that had settled into my bones. The pack had grown stronger after the war, the unity forged in blood and sacrifice forming an unbreakable bond between us. But even with that strength, we couldn’t ignore the fact that there were still threats out there, and every night was a gamble.Oswald, ever the vigilant leader, walked beside me, hi

MelanieRook stood at the edge of the firelight, his silver eyes catching the flicker of flames as he paced. The weight of his presence was palpable, and the silence between us stretched like a taut wire. Oswald leaned against the nearby table, arms crossed, his gaze sharp as he waited for Rook to speak. I stood beside him, my thoughts racing. The pendant, the shard, the whispers of the Shadowstone—all of it was beginning to form a picture, but the edges were jagged, incomplete.Finally, Rook stopped pacing and looked at me. His jaw tightened as if the words he was about to say physically hurt to utter. “You want the truth? Fine. My pack, the Shadowfangs, is gone. They were wiped out by a force unlike anything you’ve ever faced.”My breath caught. Though the devastation of war wasn’t new to me, the bitterness in his tone carried a weight that made my chest tighten. “What kind of force?” I asked.“A rogue Alpha,” Rook said, his voice low and cold. “Not just any rogue. This one isn’t ac

RookThe battle had settled into uneasy silence, the air thick with the acrid scent of blood and the sharper sting of betrayal. Rogues lay scattered across the battlefield, their bodies lifeless, but it wasn’t a victory. The cult leader—my father—had escaped, and with him, the artifact that could doom us all. I stood in the eye of the storm, my heart warring against my instincts as I turned to face Melanie and Oswald.Their eyes bore into me, a mixture of fury and mistrust. They had every right to question me. My past was steeped in lies, half-truths, and bloodlines I wished I could sever. “You need to explain yourself,” Oswald growled, his tone low and dangerous. “Now.”I took a step back, holding up my hands in a gesture of surrender. “I will. But first, I need you to understand that I’m not here to hurt you. I never was.”“You expect us to believe that after what we just saw?” Melanie’s voice was sharp, but beneath it, I could hear the tremor of uncertainty. Her golden eyes search