All Chapters of Alpha King's Unfavored Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61Shadows in the LightFiona's POVAs dawn broke through the dense canopy of the forest, I felt an unusual sense of heaviness in the air. The meeting with Seraphina still lingered in my mind, her words echoing like a haunting melody. There was a new weight to everything now, a sense that our lives were intertwined with forces far older and more dangerous than we had imagined. The ancient magic she spoke of, tied to our bloodline, was a terrifying mystery. One we had little choice but to unravel.I glanced around the camp, taking in the quiet bustle of the pack as they prepared for the day ahead. Despite everything, there was a comforting routine to our mornings—members gathering firewood, preparing food, and sharpening weapons. It was the normalcy we clung to, even as the world around us seemed to shift with every passing moment.Quinton caught my eye from across the camp, his expression a mix of concern and resolve. He’d been my anchor through all of this, his strength and d

Chapter 63 The Hunter in the Shadows Quinton's POV The forest was unusually quiet. Too quiet. Every step I took felt amplified in the silence as if the trees themselves were holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. Fiona walked beside me, her eyes sharp and alert, though I could feel the weight she carried pressing down on her. I wanted to ease that burden, to take some of it away, but how could I when I didn’t even know what lay ahead? Arlena was still out there, lurking like a shadow that refused to be chased away, and each passing day felt like we were falling deeper into her trap. The rogue’s death earlier that morning had only intensified the tension, sending a chilling message: she was getting closer. “Do you think she’s watching us right now?” Fiona’s voice broke through my thoughts. Her gaze scanned the trees, her body tense as if she was expecting something to jump out at any second. “She’s always watching,” I replied, my voice low. “That’s what s

Chapter 65Threads of FateFiona’s POVThe dawn broke with a cold, gray light that filtered through the trees, casting a muted glow over the camp. The tranquility of early morning was deceptive, masking the tension that lingered in the air like a storm cloud waiting to burst. I could sense it even before I emerged from my tent—the weight of uncertainty pressing heavily on everyone.I dressed quickly, pulling on my gear with automatic movements. The events of the previous day seemed to have accelerated the urgency of our situation, and I was eager to start the day. The sooner we could gather information and prepare, the better.As I stepped outside, I was greeted by the sight of the camp slowly coming to life. Some pack members were already gathered around the central fire, their conversations hushed and cautious. I could see the worry etched on their faces, a reflection of the anxiety that had become a constant companion for all of us.I made my way toward the gathering, hoping to off

Chapter 67UnbreakableQuinton's POVThe twisted wolves were relentless, their snarls and howls filling the air as they circled us like predators closing in for the kill. The tension was unbearable, the stench of their decay wafting around us, making it hard to breathe. Every inch of me screamed with the urge to protect Fiona, to tear apart any threat that dared to approach her. But no matter how many we brought down, more emerged from the shadows. They were feral, rabid, driven by something beyond hunger. It was as if their very existence was bound to something darker—something far worse than we had anticipated.I blocked a vicious bite aimed at my throat, kicking the creature back with all my strength. Its glowing eyes locked onto mine, twisted with rage and something far more sinister. These things weren’t like us. They weren’t even wolves. They were abominations, their bodies broken and deformed, corrupted by whatever twisted magic had brought them to life.I slashed at another on

Chapter 69The Darkness WithinFiona’s POVThe smell of burnt ash lingered in the air, a stark reminder of what we’d just faced. My heart was still pounding, but the adrenaline was starting to wear off, leaving me feeling drained. I glanced at Quinton, his chest rising and falling heavily as he struggled to catch his breath. His wolf had taken the brunt of the fight, but I knew this was far from over.We stood in the eerie silence of the forest, our only company the faint rustling of the trees. The crack in the earth where the creature had emerged was still smoldering, a blackened scar in the ground. I exhaled slowly, my hand trembling as I tried to gather my thoughts. “What was that thing?”Quinton wiped the blood from his mouth, his jaw tense as he surveyed the surroundings. “Something far worse than what we’ve faced so far. I’ve never seen anything like it.”There was an edge to his voice, a mix of anger and fear that unsettled me. If Quinton was this shaken, then whatever we were