All Chapters of When a Womanizer Alpha Mated to a Playgirl Beta: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Thana stood in the cold darkness of her chamber, her thoughts swirling like the shadows that enveloped her. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of her obsidian throne, her sharp nails clicking against the cold stone. The plan was simple, elegant even, and in its simplicity lay its greatest strength. If Draven failed in his mission to eliminate Lara, Thana would not hesitate to take matters into her own hands. But she would do it in a way that would crush not just Lara, but Magnus as well.Thana’s malevolent eyes glowed faintly in the darkness as she mulled over the intricacies of her scheme. She had always been patient, willing to wait centuries for her plans to come to fruition. This time would be no different. The key to her plan lay in the small, frightened boy she held captive in her lair—Ethan, the son of Magnus and Lara.The boy had been a mere pawn when she had first taken him, a tool to manipulate his parents and bring them to their knees. But as time passed, Thana

For a moment, Magnus and Lara stood in stunned silence, watching as the last remnants of their great enemy vanished into the night. The weight of what they had just accomplished began to sink in, and the tension that had gripped them for so long slowly began to fade away.Lara was the first to move, her hand reaching out to grasp Magnus's. He turned to her, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. Without a word, they stepped closer, their arms wrapping around each other in a tight embrace."We did it," Lara whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "We finally did it."Magnus buried his face in her hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the adrenaline of battle began to fade. "We did," he murmured, holding her as if he would never let go. "But it's not over yet.""Yes, we still have our greatest enemy, the Queen of Darkness," Lara spoke. "But for now, let's celebrate this victory, Magnus."For a long moment, they simply held each other, allowing the reality of

The battle was raging on with fury that threatened to consume the entire Tribiano. The sky, once clear, had darkened as if reflecting the grim fate that awaited the town. The howls of wounded wolves echoed in the distance, mixing with the roars of their enemies—hybrid wolves that were partly wolves and partly something darker and more twisted. They had allied under a vengeful leader who sought not only to conquer Tribiano but to annihilate it completely.Magnus, as the Alpha of Tribiano, stood tall in the heart of the battlefield, but even his formidable presence couldn’t quell the sinking dread that gnawed at him. His fur, damp with sweat and blood, was matted to his skin, and the metallic tang of death hung thick in the air. He glanced around, eyes narrowing as he scanned the chaos, searching for any sign that his pack could rally. But everywhere he looked, all he saw was death and despair.Wolves—his wolves—lay scattered across the blood-soaked earth, their bodies torn apart by the

After Cyrus was officially appointed as the Wolf Battle Leader, the energy in Tribiano shifted. Everyday at dawn, the sound of wolves training filled the air. Cyrus was relentless in his drills, pushing the warriors beyond their limits. He had a natural command over the pack, his leadership and battle strategies instilling discipline and confidence in the once-fractured ranks. His strength was unparalleled, and the warriors admired him for it.Magnus watched from a distance, standing at the edge of the training field, his arms crossed as he observed Cyrus lead the pack through combat techniques. The progress was remarkable. Within just a few weeks, the warriors became sharper, faster, and more cohesive in their movements. Cyrus's guidance had transformed them into a more formidable force than Magnus had ever imagined. It was this growth that made Magnus certain that Cyrus was a blessing sent by the Moon Goddess, a gift to protect Tribiano in its darkest hour.“He’s something else,” Ma

Lara's heart sank, weighed down by disappointment as she stared at Cyrus, his bare chest void of any birthmark. The realization hit her like a cold wave—he wasn’t their son, Ethan. The hope she had clung to for so long unraveled in an instant. Cyrus was not the child she and Magnus had lost, but another creature who had come to Tribiano to aid in safeguarding the three packs. Though she had tried to prepare herself for this possibility, the confirmation still cut deep, and her chest tightened with sorrow.Beside her, Magnus sensed the heaviness in her silence. Without a word, he reached out and gently took her hand, his thumb brushing softly against her skin in a gesture of comfort. He didn’t need to say anything—his presence alone was enough to steady her, even as a storm of emotions swirled inside her. She squeezed his hand back, grateful for his silent support, though the sadness in her eyes lingered.As the training continued, the rhythmic sounds of the fighters' movements and the