All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha and I: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Celine's POV Plates clattered to the ground, the sound reverberating through the kitchen like an ominous drumbeat. The kettle hissed angrily, steam billowing from its spout, mirroring the turmoil churning in my stomach. Anxiety was a familiar companion, but today it surged with unprecedented force, threatening to overwhelm me. I had always harbored a sliver of hope that I could avoid moments like these, but deep down, I knew the inevitable tide of stress would wash over me eventually. My gaze lingered on the simmering pot of soup, silently beseeching the moon goddess for mercy. It was a late morning, the sun already high in the sky by the time I managed to drag myself out of bed. A quick glance at the wristwatch, a relic from my late mother, filled me with dread. If Alpha Adrian caught wind of my tardiness, I would surely face his wrath. As an Omega in the Silver Line pack, I was accustomed to bearing the blame for even the smallest mishaps. It was a burden I had grown accustome

Celine POV The evening drew near, I felt a burst of energy hovering round my body, giving me a glimpse of what happiness felt for the first time in years. It felt totally new and made me curious as to why I was feeling this way. It was the festival of the moon goddess and also my birthday and just like every year, I was fully vested in the kitchen making the meals that would be served for the event. A day in the pack doctor's house had really brought good energy and uplifted my soul. It was apparent that it was all I needed. Upon returning back to the mansion, the Alpha had simply given instructions about the meals to be prepared. I sensed a presence behind me and upon turning around, it was Zica, one of the pack soldiers with a smirk on his face. While I had vowed never to carry hate around, he was one of the few persons I hated. "I see you have learnt your lessons, judging from the aroma I perceive." He said sniffing with his eyes closed. "Please I need to finish this off

Celine POV Pacing back and forth, my heart beating in a repetitive manner, I thought through several ways in which I would serve my punishment in the hands of Alpha Adrian. The festival was over and it hurts that I never got to say the prayers I so desired to make after taking so much risk. I had seen the same figure on the path way to the arena, pointing in my direction to the Alpha and i couldn't help but mutter curses. He was the reason I would be punished and thought of the previous beating had my legs shaking. "Celine! The Alpha orders for your presence." Zica announced with a smile on his face. Right before I stepped into the chambers, I rolled my eyes at him. He was infuriating and I could only wish I was strong to give him a piece of my hand. Stepping into the chambers, my eyes went directly to the throne, where Alpha Adrian was seated gracefully on the throne, alongside the same man from the arena. I wondered what they had discussed. "Alpha." I lowered my head,

Adrian's POV The silence of the forest surrounding the Silver line Pack’s territory was shattered by the loud crash of wood against stone. The heavy oak desk splintered, sending shards and papers flying across the room. I stood amidst the chaos, my chest heaving with fury, my eyes blazing with an intensity that would make even the bravest wolf cower. “Damn you, Magnus!” I roared, my voice echoing off the walls. “How dare you humiliate me in my own pack!” The remnants of the confrontation played over and over in my mind, each repetition stoking the fires of my rage. Alpha Magnus had dared to challenge my authority, to question my decisions, and worst of all, had taken Celine from me right under my nose. The sheer audacity of it made my blood boil. Lucas, my Beta, stood at the edge of the room, his posture tense and his eyes wary. “Alpha, we must calm down and think strategically. Attacking Magnus outright would be a mistake. We need to regroup and plan our next move carefully.”

Magnus POVAlthough everything about the ceremony had ended well, I still couldn't understand the mystic energy that suddenly glowed the minute I placed the crown on Celine's head. What was so special about this girl that the moon goddess had to indicate her presence through that strong burst of energy?While I had many questions and thoughts about the event, the recurring dreams I had concerning a veiled woman and her cryptic pronouncements of war echoed in my mind. Though weeks had passed, her words remained a chilling premonition.Restlessness gnawed at me. I paced the confines of my study, the crimson velvet drapes filtering the morning light into blood-red stripes across the polished floor, until there was a sudden knock on the door."Who dares disturb my peace?" I asked angrily."Alpha, it's me, Celine," she said curtly, her voice barely a murmur. "I...I noticed you haven't been yourself lately after the ceremony. Could there be something in your thoughts you'd like to share wit