All Chapters of The Alpha King’s Gifted Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MelanieThe air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and fear. The roar of the battle reached my ears even from the distance I stood. The distant clash of swords, the howls of pain, the grating noise of armor against steel—it all echoed through the trees, reverberating across the territory that had once been peaceful, now a battleground where death was the only certainty.I stood at the edge of the forest, my hands clenched, nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stay still. My eyes were locked on the horizon, where the sounds of battle surged like a living thing. Oswald, ever the soldier, had led his warriors into the fray. His presence on the battlefield was like a beacon, a force that rallied the wolves, but it was also one that pulled at the heartstrings of everything I had been taught about leadership. He was there, fighting with everything he had, leaving me behind to defend what mattered most—the gifted wolves. The very ones who held the power to either save or

MelanieThe air was thick with the stench of smoke and blood, the battlefield a testament to the chaos that had engulfed our once-peaceful kingdom. Our forces were stretched thin, desperately trying to hold back the rogue armies, but even as they fought valiantly, I couldn’t shake the overwhelming sense of dread that clawed at the back of my mind.The mission had started with such promise. We were on the verge of rescuing Oswald, of reclaiming what had been stolen from us by Iris’s dark magic. But now, as I navigated the twisted path toward the edge of the battlefield, I could feel the weight of a different threat looming, one that I hadn’t expected.Maxine.She had been a loyal ally once—at least, that’s what I had believed. We had shared the same goal: to protect our packs, to preserve the balance of power. But now, she was a broken shell of the woman I had known, consumed by grief, anger, and betrayal. Iris’s manipulation, combined with the weight of her mother’s death, had driven

MelanieThe Lunar Love Festival was supposed to be a time of joy, of unity, of hope. The kind of celebration that could bring our people together after the long, cold months of battle and grief. It was meant to be a beacon of light—an opportunity to remind the Royal Crimson Pack of everything we had fought for and everything we could still achieve, together. But as the festival drew closer, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.The preparations were in full swing, but the usual excitement that accompanied the festival felt muted this year, as though everyone was walking on eggshells, afraid to fully commit to the joy we had always taken for granted. There was too much uncertainty in the air. Too much tension. Everyone knew an attack was imminent. The only question was when, and more importantly, where it would strike.I stood at the edge of the palace grounds, staring at the flickering lights strung around the trees, the ceremonial fire pit that would soon be

MelanieThe battlefield was chaos. The Lunar Love Festival, once a symbol of unity and renewal, had devolved into a savage display of bloodshed and violence. I watched from the shadows, where I had retreated to assess the damage. The ground was littered with the bodies of warriors—wolves, rogues, and bears alike—each fallen in the pursuit of their own twisted goals. The air was thick with smoke, the sound of clashing steel and growling beasts echoing in my ears.Marcus and Maxine were locked in a brutal clash, their fangs bared, their claws swiping at each other with deadly intent. I could feel the intensity of their hatred radiating from them, each strike more vicious than the last. Their ambitions had collided head-on, and it was clear neither of them would back down. Maxine wanted power—she wanted to rule the wolves, to bend them to her will. Marcus wanted control, too, but for him, it was about survival. He was willing to do whatever it took to secure his place in the world, even

MelanieThe air in the chamber crackled with tension, charged with an unnatural energy that seemed to vibrate against my skin. My body was battered and bruised from the struggle, but my heart burned with a determination that wouldn’t waver—not now, not when the fate of our kingdom rested in the balance. I had made my choice. I had decided to destroy the moonstone, and I would see it through, no matter the cost.Iris’s magic pressed in on me, squeezing the life out of me as I struggled to break free of her hold. Her cruel laughter echoed through the room, filling my ears with her twisted satisfaction. She was close to victory, I could feel it. But she hadn’t won yet. I refused to let her.With every ounce of strength I had left, I reached out to Delona and Aveline, my gifted wolves, my only hope in this war. They had stood by me through so much, and now, they were the ones who would help me break free. We had made the choice together—if we were to destroy the moonstone, we would do it