All Chapters of The Alpha King’s Gifted Mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MelanieThe night air was crisp as I stood at the edge of the clearing, the moon casting its pale light over the forest. Beside me, Oswald shifted, his presence a comforting anchor, as always. But tonight, the weight of responsibility was heavier than it had ever been. We weren’t just facing the unknown. We were diving headfirst into a battle that might very well decide the fate of our kingdom.Darius, the fourth gifted wolf, was with us—leading the way to the cave where Delona was being held. His presence was a silent but firm reminder of just how much was at stake. We had gathered the gifted wolves, those whose powers had been suppressed for so long, and together, we were going to attempt the impossible: break Delona free from the clutches of the rogues.I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the situation pressing against my chest. My powers were growing stronger, but I was still unsure of how to wield them. They came to me in bursts—unpredictable, uncontrollable—and with each surg

MaxineThe scent of rain hung heavily in the air, and the clouds above were thick and unforgiving, mirroring the storm brewing inside me. The loss of my mother weighed heavily on my chest, her death like a cruel reminder of how far I had fallen from my path. The failed coronation attack had been a disaster, one that had cost me more than I could bear. It had been my plan, my moment to finally cripple the Royal Crimson Pack, but instead, it had ended in failure and bloodshed. And now, my mother was gone, her body claimed by the very forces she had tried to control.I couldn’t shake the image of her lifeless form, the finality of her death gnawing at my insides. I should have been the one to lead, the one to succeed her, but instead, I had watched as everything fell apart around me. I had underestimated Melanie. And now, the pack and Oswald were still standing strong, their defenses unwavering, while my mother was gone. And Marcus… He had left me, turned his back on me the moment I need

Unknown’s POVMaxine paced the length of the dimly lit room, her heels clicking against the cold stone floor. The flickering torches on the walls cast long, dancing shadows that made the atmosphere feel even more oppressive. Marcus stood by the window, his eyes fixed on the horizon, his brow furrowed in thought. The tension between them was palpable, the weight of their recent failures hanging heavily over their heads.It had been days since their failed attack on the Royal Crimson Pack, and despite their best efforts, they had lost ground. Maxine's rage simmered beneath the surface as she thought of the escape Melanie had managed to make with minimal injury. It was infuriating, watching the Luna Queen slip through their grasp again and again. But that would end soon, she promised herself.Tonight was different. Tonight, they would solidify the alliance that could turn the tide in their favor.The door to the room creaked open, and a tall, imposing figure entered. Viktor, the Bear Kin

MelanieThe forest was eerily quiet as the royal patrol moved deeper into the thick underbrush. The trees stretched high above us, their gnarled branches twisted like ancient hands reaching for the heavens. A heavy mist clung to the ground, shrouding the path ahead in a ghostly veil. I had always found the silence of these woods to be unsettling, especially when there was a mission at hand. But this time, it was different. We weren’t just hunting for anyone—we were searching for the fourth gifted wolf, Aveline, a healer whose magic could tip the scales of this war.The air seemed to hum with an unspoken tension. The whole of the kingdom was counting on us to bring Aveline back to the palace, but every step we took felt like we were walking further into the unknown. There was no guarantee she would agree to help us, no guarantee that she would even trust us. And if she refused, we would have no choice but to leave her behind, our hopes shattered.I glanced over at Oswald, his strong, s

Unknown’s POVThe flicker of candles cast an eerie glow on the polished marble floors of the Blackburn Pack’s grand hall, the atmosphere thick with tension. The air, rich with the scent of wildflowers and roasted meats, seemed at odds with the sinister undertones of the evening. Melanie and Oswald, ever vigilant, had agreed to attend this lavish ceremony despite their growing suspicions. The kingdom needed peace more than ever, and a unified front—at least publicly—was essential.I watched from the shadows, hidden among the crowd of wolves, rogues, and bears that had gathered for the supposed “celebration.” Their carefully orchestrated alliance had been a well-played move, a spectacle of diplomacy meant to mask their true intentions. The plan had been deceptively simple: lure the royal couple into the heart of enemy territory, then strike. Melanie, ever the queen, would attend to honor the treaty and maintain appearances, but I knew that her pride would be her downfall. She had to tru