All Chapters of Alpha Nero: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

OsirisOrion was never one to show weakness, not to me, not to anyone. But before he left for Vegas, something was different. His usual armor, the one he wore so well, was cracked. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do a damn thing to help him. The look in his eyes—the weight he was carrying—haunts me even now as I sit in the war room, running my hands through my hair.I think back to that conversation we had before he left.“Are you sure you’re good to do this?” I asked him, watching him shove clothes into his duffel bag, his movements mechanical, almost lifeless.Orion didn’t meet my eyes. “I don’t have a choice. Creed and Arkyn need me to get this shit sorted since I know Zane better. Besides, it’s not like I can sit here doing nothing while Zane’s out there.” His voice was tight, like he was trying to keep everything from spilling out.I leaned against the doorframe, my arms crossed. “You’ve been off ever since you saw him, and now you’re heading straight into his territo

OsirisI follow Nero into the council’s chamber, trying to steady my breathing. My fists are clenched, knuckles white, and the anger boiling inside me is barely contained. Every time I think about Darius, about what he’s done to Eva, I want to tear him apart. But now isn’t the time for bloodshed. We need to make our case here, in front of the council, and ensure they understand just what kind of monster we’re dealing with.Nero’s beside me, his usual brooding expression firmly in place. He’s calm, at least outwardly, but I know he’s just as pissed as I am. He’s already warned me to keep my cool, but fuck, it’s hard when I think about that bastard crossing into our territory to try and take Eva back like she was his goddamn property.The council members are seated in their high-backed chairs, their faces cold and unreadable. I hate these meetings—the politics, the bullshit—but they’re necessary. If we want to keep Eva and Sophia safe, we need the council on our side.We approach the

OsirisThe SUV moves through the dense forest, and I grip the steering wheel harder than I should, my knuckles turning white. Eva’s in the back, her eyes darting between me and Nero, her body tense like she’s bracing for a storm. I can feel it, too. The rage boiling beneath my skin, simmering, waiting for the right moment to explode. The motherfucker took her daughter. He crossed a line, and once we set foot on his land, all bets are off.Nero is in the passenger seat, quiet but focused, probably running through the plan in his head and relaying it to the warriors waiting for us. He’d been the one to calm Eva down when she wanted to storm Darius’ pack and get Sophia back herself, and thank fuck for that. We needed the council’s green light to hit him with everything we’ve got. After Nero laid it all out to them, they gave us the go-ahead, which means one thing: Darius is about to find out just how fucked he is.But Eva doesn’t want to wait. She’s on edge, practically buzzing with de

EvaSophia’s small body feels like a featherweight in my arms as she sleeps, her soft breathing the only sound in the quiet of the SUV. My heart is racing, but for the first time in years, it’s not because of fear or anxiety. It’s because of the strangest sensation, something I haven’t felt in so long that I hardly recognize it.Relief.Darius is dead. He’s gone for good. He can never hurt me or Sophia again. We’re free.I lean back into the seat, my fingers still playing with Sophia’s hair as I look at the man who fought so hard to protect us, who did the unthinkable to save me and my daughter. There’s relief in knowing Darius is dead, knowing he can never come after us again. But the tension in Osiris’ body, the quiet rage simmering just beneath the surface—it scares me.He’s not okay. Not right now, at least.As the SUV pulls up to the pack house, I see Nero glance over at Osiris, his brows furrowed with concern. Nero kills the engine, and for a moment, no one says anything.I turn

I buried Zane Monroe years ago. Buried the memories, buried the pain. The mate who rejected me, the one who couldn’t live with being bonded to a man, left me to pick up the shattered pieces when he took his own life.I found his body. I saw the blood. I felt the agony of our bond being severed. He was supposed to be gone—forever. Then I saw him again. Alive. Breathing.And running one of the darkest, bloodiest wolf-fighting rings in the country.Now, I’ve been sent to Las Vegas to help bring down the operation, alongside Alphas Arkyn and Creed. But how the hell am I supposed to focus when the ghost of my past—the mate who broke me—is pulling the strings? Worse, Legacy, Arkyn’s own son, is financing the whole thing.I buried him once—how the hell do I bury him again when he’s standing right in front of me?Orion's story starts now. Daily updates.