All Chapters of Alpha King's Unfavored Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21Tangled FatesQuinton’s POVI stared at the shattered remnants of our lives, pieces of the past scattered around me like debris after a storm. Everything had spiraled out of control, faster than I ever could have predicted. The tension in the air was almost suffocating, like the calm before a violent storm. There was no denying it—the darkness that had haunted us had returned. But now, it wasn’t just lurking in the shadows. It was a part of us, wrapped tightly around Fiona and me, pulling us deeper into its sinister web.I could still feel the echo of the shadow's attack, its cold grip tightening around my mind. It hadn’t just been an external force—no, something had reached deep into both of us, leaving a scar that wouldn’t fade. And while Fiona had been the primary target, I felt every bit of it. I had failed to protect her. The thought gnawed at me, feeding the anger that simmered just below the surface.Fiona was safe for now. At least, physically. But her mental state

Chapter 23Rising StormFiona's POVThe night was darker than usual, the weight of the sky pressing down as if even the stars were afraid to shine. The tension in the air clung to my skin, thick and suffocating. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, unsettled, sensing the danger lurking just beneath the surface. Tonight, something was going to happen—I could feel it in my bones.Quinton was close by, his presence a steady hum against the crackling energy around us. I had grown used to the comfort his nearness brought, the way his strength grounded me. But tonight, even he couldn’t calm the storm brewing inside me.The packhouse was alive with whispers. Everyone felt it—the shift, the unease. It had started with the arrival of Dorian, a threat we couldn’t fully comprehend yet, but one that was becoming harder to ignore. His appearance had cracked something open, revealing a world of danger we weren’t ready for.I stood near the edge of the clearing, my eyes scanning the treeline. The for

Chapter 25The Mark Of ShadowsFiona's POVThe moment the wolf crashed into the cabin, time seemed to slow down. The sheer size of the beast was overwhelming, its red eyes glowing with a malevolent hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. It was no ordinary wolf—its fur was mottled with darkness, tendrils of shadow clinging to it like smoke. Every movement it made rippled with unnatural power, as though it was not merely flesh and bone but something far more sinister.Quinton stood in front of me, his stance protective, ready to fight despite the impossible odds. I could feel his tension, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts as he prepared to defend us. But I knew, in that split second, this was a battle we couldn't win head-on.The beast lunged, its claws extended, aiming for Quinton. He dodged with lightning reflexes, grabbing a piece of the broken wooden beam and swinging it at the wolf with all his strength. The impact sent the beast staggering back for a moment, but it quic

Chapter 27The Gathering StormQuinton’s POVThe ash swirled around me, thick and suffocating, as I stood frozen in place, staring at the charred remains of what had once been our safe haven. The cabin was gone, reduced to rubble and smoldering debris. But none of that mattered. Not the destruction, not the fire that had ripped through the woods. All I could think of was Fiona.My chest tightened with a panic I couldn’t control. She was nowhere to be found.“Fiona!” I shouted, my voice hoarse as I ran forward, ignoring the heat that radiated from the embers beneath my feet.I could still feel her. She was alive, but her presence was weak, distant. The bond between us pulsed faintly, like a dying heartbeat, and it terrified me.I stumbled through the clearing, my eyes scanning the wreckage for any sign of her. But there was nothing—just ash and smoke. My hands shook as I sifted through the debris, frantic. She couldn’t be gone. She couldn’t.“Where are you?” I muttered under my breath,

Chapter 29The Rising TideFiona's POVThe forest felt alive with danger. Every breath I took seemed to vibrate with the ominous energy crackling in the air, and I could feel it in the pit of my stomach—a storm was coming, and we were standing right in its path.The howl that had pierced the night moments ago still echoed in my ears, a haunting sound that sent chills down my spine. I tried to focus, to steady my breathing, but the fear gnawing at my insides wouldn’t relent. Quinton was right beside me, his presence grounding in a way I desperately needed right now. Yet, even with him here, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were walking into something far beyond our control.“What do we do?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. It felt like the darkness around us was listening, waiting for a sign of weakness.Quinton’s eyes scanned the tree line, his jaw tight with tension. “We need to move, now. Whatever’s out there, it’s getting closer, and we can’t be caught out in the open.”I no