All Chapters of The Alpha King’s Gifted Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MelanieI had expected victory to feel different. I had imagined it would be like a light lifting from my shoulders, the weight of an impossible struggle finally being cast off. But instead, the air around me was thick with tension, with uncertainty. The shards of the moonstone lay scattered at my feet, their light dimming as the last vestiges of Iris's power crumbled. Yet even as her magic unraveled, I felt a gnawing emptiness within me. The sacrifice had been great. Too great. The battle, however, was far from over.Iris’s power—her dark, twisted influence—was no longer the force it once was. The enchantments she had placed upon the land, upon us, were now flickering and dying, unraveling like fraying threads. But she wasn’t going to give up easily. I could feel the desperation radiating from her as she stood across the battlefield, her eyes wild, searching for a way to regain control.The rogues, too, were retreating. Their ranks had been broken, their leadership shattered by the fa

Melanie The sun was just beginning to set over the Royal Crimson Pack’s territory, casting a soft golden light that bathed the land in warmth. The air felt lighter, as though it too was breathing again after a long, oppressive storm. It had been months since the battle with Iris and the rogues had ended, months since the moonstone shattered and the world, as I had known it, was irrevocably altered. And yet, there was a new peace settling over the kingdom. The kingdom was rebuilding—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. The scars of war were still present, both in the land and in the hearts of our people, but there was something different now. A shift. A sense that we were moving forward, not just in survival, but in hope. Our warriors, our healers, our families—they were all working together, side by side, to rebuild what had been lost. But for me, the biggest change wasn’t just in the kingdom. It was in me. I walked along the edge of the royal gardens, the scent of blooming ja

MelanieThe days following the war’s end felt like an endless sea of gray. The rubble of the battle still lay scattered across the land, remnants of broken dreams, of lives lost, of hope shattered. But beneath the weight of all that devastation, something stronger than despair stirred in my chest. The Royal Crimson Pack was not just surviving—we were healing.The pack had taken its toll, but it was still intact, still strong. Despite the countless losses, there was something incredibly resilient in the way the wolves carried themselves. We had faced our darkest hour, and now, we would rebuild.I threw myself into the task. Every morning, I was at the heart of the kingdom, overseeing the rebuilding of homes, the tending of the wounded, and the restoration of our lands. It was a slow process, but I refused to let us falter. The pack needed strength. They needed to know that despite everything we had lost, we still had each other—and together, we could rise again.The pack gathered in th

UNKNOWNMaxine sat in the damp, stone cell, her fingers gripping the cold bars of the cell door. The light from a single flickering torch cast long shadows on the floor, stretching like the hands of ghosts reaching for her. It had been days since the battle, days since her world had shattered into pieces. Every moment since her defeat had been one of bitter reflection, replaying her failures over and over in her mind. How had it come to this? How had she, once a leader of the rogues, been reduced to this miserable, broken state?The sting of betrayal still burned within her, deep and relentless. The pack had never been her true enemy—no, it had been Melanie all along. Melanie, the supposed “queen,” who had destroyed everything Maxine had fought for. She had thought herself stronger, more capable of leading her pack to dominance, but in the end, it was Melanie’s stubborn sense of justice that had won. The moonstone shattered, the power ripped from her, leaving her with nothing but empt

MelanieThe day was calm, the tension of the recent war dissipating into the heavy air of a fleeting peace. The aftermath of battle had left its mark on the Royal Crimson Pack, but the wolves, with their resilience, were slowly finding their footing. The land, scarred by war, was beginning to heal, and so too was the fractured spirit of the pack. Yet, beneath the surface of this tentative peace, the ghosts of the past remained, watching, waiting. Melanie stood beside Oswald as they prepared for the arrival of Viktor, the Bear King. After the brutal conflict that had nearly destroyed both their kingdoms, the time had come for Viktor to formally part ways with the Royal Crimson Pack. His kingdom had suffered greatly, but so had they. His daughter’s death, the destruction of the rogues, the loss of countless lives—Viktor had seen the full weight of what the war had cost. Yet, even in the face of this devastation, he had made the choice to extend a hand to the wolves. Perhaps it was the