All Chapters of When a Womanizer Alpha Mated to a Playgirl Beta: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The deadly competition that Magnus raised during the council meeting had spread all over the town of Tribiano. Under Lord Draven's dark power, the Alphas, the high-ranking wolves from the three packs, wanted to engage in a fight. The betas and the gammas, as well, became hungry for pride and power. Everyone's minds were corrupted, and their once-loyalty was replaced with violent rage. Even Alex, who was known for his calm demeanor, was also aiming to become a leader. He did not recognize his best friend Magnus, and he forgot the bond of brotherhood they once shared.Alpha Callum, once known for his calm demeanor and sense of justice, stood on the battlefield, with his eyes burning in determination to take the leadership.As soon as all the pack members gathered around, and the moment the moon reached its peak, the elder wolves howled, signaling the start of the competition.Meanwhile, Lara, who was closely watching at the corner, suddenly felt uneasy. A sense of worry washed over her

When Lord Draven took control of the entire Tribiano, Selene, Magnus' mother, had already left town to retrieve the talisman stored at the foot of the mountain. The talisman, an engraved ring passed down through generations, was believed to bring luck to Magnus in his role as a leader. The ring was carved with ancient markings and a crescent moon symbol, giving the wearer protection from dark forces and increasing his own strength and wisdom.Selene faced difficulties on her journey to the mountain. The path was dangerous, with steep cliffs and thick forests filled with wild animals. She had to trust her instincts and the knowledge of her vampire ancestors to find her way through the risky terrain. It took her almost two days to reach the talisman, which was concealed in a hidden chamber deep within a cave that was guarded by magical barriers. Fortunately, she successfully took it and put it on her finger.When Selene came back to Tribiano, she felt her heart race as she sensed the da

Magnus stood outside the hospital room, hoping for positive updates. He silently prayed for the recovery of his friends Alex and Alpha Callum. With him, was Lara, who never left his side, even for a little while. Callum's parents and his wife were also around, waiting patiently for good news. However, Magnus couldn't meet their gaze due to his feelings of guilt. His conscience continued to haunt him, despite his attempts to convince himself that he wasn't to blame.After a while, the door opened, and the doctor went out of the room with a solemn expression. Lara stood up and approached him, while her parents were following behind."Doctor, how is my brother?" Lara inquired anxiously.The doctor met her gaze before shaking his head sadly. "Alpha Callum..." He paused, exhaling deeply. "He didn't make it. I'm sorry. We did everything we could, but his injuries had severe internal complications.""No! My brother!" Lara cried, sinking to the chilly floor tiles. Minerva also wept, offering

The grief that spread throughout the Tribiano community was palpable. Every fighter, every elder, and every wolf experienced the impact of Callum's passing, but none as intensely as Lara. She felt an emptiness in her chest, like all the warmth had been taken away and replaced with a cold, unforgiving emptiness. She cried in solitude, screamed into the void when alone, yet the ache continued, consuming her with each tick of the clock.It was really hard to accept that the one she treated like her own brother, was no longer beside her. Even though Alpha Callum wasn't her blood relative, their connection was deeper than family ties. He was her best friend, her biggest supporter, and her best confidante.Lara’s thoughts wandered to the day of the battle. She could still see it all so clearly—Callum, standing tall despite his injuries, facing off against Magnus and Alex in that cursed fight under Lord Draven’s influence. Even though she knew Callum was under the same dark magic, a part of

Lara stood at the edge of the great hall, her eyes fixed on the assembly of elder werewolves gathered around the massive oak table. The choice had been finalized, but it continued to linger in her thoughts like a solemn bell tolling for death.Magnus had been officially removed as the leader of Tribiano. The council’s verdict hung in the air, a suffocating presence that seemed to press in on her chest.She could hardly believe what had happened. Magnus, the man she had loved deeply, had lost everything—the pack's respect, his status, and maybe even his own identity. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicted emotions: sorrow, anger, resentment, and something she hadn’t expected—regret.The fire in the fireplace made crackling sounds, but she felt no warmth. The elders’ voices buzzed around her like a swarm of wasps, each word sharp and filled with judgment. She had known this moment was coming, but nothing could have prepared her for the finality of it. Magnus’s failure to lead, his