All Chapters of My Badass Alpha: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

IRIS'S POVFIRE EMERGENCYI could feel the tension radiating from the officials, their disapproval thick in the air, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let them dictate my life.“You always involve the officials when it comes to me,” I said, my voice steady but filled with emotion.“We can’t even have a conversation as father and daughter without it being about politics or the pack. I’ve earned this moment, Father. And I’ll have my coronation, but not like this. Not today. Not because you say it’s time, but because I decide it’s time.”For a long moment, no one spoke. The officials seemed too stunned to say anything, and my father... Well, he looked at me like he was seeing someone else. Someone he wasn’t sure he recognized anymore.“I’ll be Luna,” I repeated, locking eyes with him. “But only when I’m ready.”With that, I turned on my heel and walked out of the greenhouse, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t know what would happen next, but I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t go

IRIS'S POVDEDICATION“We need to rebuild, but we also need to prepare,” I continued. “We don’t know if they’ll strike again, and we can’t afford to be caught off guard. I want patrols doubled on all borders, and I want every able-bodied wolf trained and ready for anything.”There were nods of agreement, but I could still see the fear in their eyes. The uncertainty.As the meeting continued, plans were made, assignments given, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about Gavin. Where was he? Why hadn’t he called or texted me? And more than that… What would I do if he didn’t?When the meeting finally ended, I stood alone in the empty hall, staring out into the night. The fire was out, but the scars it had left behind would remain for a long time.And somewhere in the darkness, I knew that our enemies were watching, waiting for their next move.But so was I.And this time, I will be ready.The room emptied slowly, but I stayed behind, rooted to the spot. The weight of the f

GAVIN'S POVIRIS LEFT?The witches' eyes glinted with dark amusement as they watched my inner turmoil. They enjoyed this, watching me wrestle with my own conscience, knowing the power they held over me.“Make your choice,” the lead witch said, her voice low and dangerous. “But know this—our offer won’t stand forever.”I turned away from them, pacing at the edge of the clearing, my mind spinning. Iris. I could see her face in my mind, her smile, the way she looked at me with such love and trust. She didn’t know about any of this.She didn’t know what I had been keeping from her, the curse, the danger that followed me like a shadow. If I went back to her like this, cursed, vulnerable, I couldn’t protect her from the threats that were bound to come our way.But if I went back with blood on my hands… would she even recognize the man I had become?Jerry was watching me closely, his expression tight. He didn’t need to say it. He knew what was at stake, but he was hoping, probably praying th

GAVIN'S POVI'M SORRY WIFEYAs I sat there, I kept running over what I would say to her. How would I explain my silence, my absence? How could I convince her that everything I did was to protect us, to find a way out of this nightmare?But the truth was, I didn’t even know how to protect her from this. I was still as lost as I had been the day the witches cursed me.By the time I reached the building, my heart was racing again. I paused outside, taking a deep breath before stepping through the door.And there she was.Iris stood at the far end of the room, talking to one of the Blue Moon elders. She looked as composed as ever, her posture straight, her voice calm, but I could see the strain in her eyes.She hadn’t slept well. Maybe she hadn’t slept at all. I swallowed hard, guilt washing over me.As if sensing my presence, she turned toward me, her eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, neither of us moved. There was no anger in her expression, just exhaustion. And maybe a little hurt.

IRIS'S POVAFTER CORONATION NIGHTThe celebration at the Green family house was in full swing. Laughter and chatter filled the air, the sounds of clinking glasses and lively conversations echoing around me.The pack members, who had stood by me during the coronation, now celebrated as one, a feast laid out in my honour.Our family’s long table overflowed with food and drink, and the sense of unity in the room made me feel the weight of the crown in a different way, lighter, warmer.I stood to the side with Gavin, Lyra, and Logan, the soft buzz of their voices grounding me in the midst of the excitement. Gavin was telling the kids a story, making them laugh, and I watched the three of them, my heart swelling with gratitude. In this moment, I felt a sense of peace, a quiet joy.But it didn’t last long.I felt the shift in the room before I saw him. My father approached, his tall figure cutting through the crowd like a knife. His eyes locked on me, and I knew this wasn’t just a casual gr