All Chapters of Alpha's Mission: Bound by Fate: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Akira’s POVThe sight of him standing there, motionless, broke something in me.After the few words he said to me, few minutes ago, Hunter hadn’t said much since Seth’s body was brought back to the estate, but his silence spoke volumes. It was the kind of silence that weighed on the air, so heavy it felt like it could crush you.I stood a few steps away, watching him. He hadn’t moved in hours, still staring at Seth’s lifeless body. The pain radiating from him was palpable, and I couldn’t help but wonder how much heavier it must have felt for him. If I, who had only recently gotten closer to Seth, could feel this much grief, how much worse would it be for Hunter?Seth had been more than just his commander. He was his brother in all the ways that mattered. He was the one Hunter trusted with his secrets, his plans, and his heart. And now he was gone, ripped away without warning or reason.I let out a quiet sigh, my chest tightening as I thought about the bond they shared. Seth was the on

August’s POVAs soon as I closed the door of my car, I couldn’t hold back the grin spreading across my face.This is so freaking awesome! I thought to myself, gripping the steering wheel tightly.Me, August, the second-in-command of Hunter’s pack? It felt surreal, almost like a dream. I started the engine, my heart pounding with excitement, but I kept my composure.I was still in Hunter’s estate, and the last thing I needed was to show my true feelings here.Everyone was still mourning Seth’s death. They hadn’t even fully discussed what it meant for the pack yet.Celebrating openly would only give the impression that I was glad Seth was gone—that I’d wanted him out of the way. And that was an impression I couldn’t afford to give, not now, when everything was starting to fall into place.I drove out of the estate, keeping my face as neutral as possible until I was well beyond anyone’s watchful eyes.The moment I was clear, I let out a scream of pure joy, slamming my hands against the d

Akira’s POVThe teacher’s words echoed in my mind again like a haunting melody: “The 12th graders were kidnapped by masked men and taken away.” My breath hitched, and my chest felt like it would explode as I tried to suppress the horrifying thoughts running through my head.Those kids weren’t just taken; they were likely targeted for human trafficking.Boys would be sold for organ trafficking, and girls… probably for sex trafficking. My claws flexed involuntarily at the thought, rage boiling in my veins. Those monsters targeted these children because of their age—15 to 18—the perfect range for their sick plans. But they made one grave mistake: they took Brielle.Brielle wasn’t just any child. She was someone I cherished, someone I had grown to love. I had failed her once by not being there to protect her. That wasn’t going to happen again—not while I had breath in my lungs.This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, it has happened in both human and werewolf school a

Akira’s POVIt was the evening of the day after the incident, and I was pacing my room, my mind swirling with anger and frustration.Jackson.That name burned in my mind like a cursed brand. Having learnt that he was behind the operation to kidnap the children, my mind hasn’t rested. The thought of Brielle and the other kids almost being trafficked, butchered, or worse had my blood boiling all over again.“That old bastard has bitten off more than he can chew,” I murmured to myself, clenching my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.My heart was thrashing with rage, my thoughts racing with images of what could’ve happened if I hadn’t intervened.Brielle, the one person I lived for, could have probably been lost forever by now.The clock on the wall read 10:30 p.m. Hunter wasn’t back yet; he was still in a meeting with his pack members, no doubt discussing plans to take Jackson down. But I knew how these things went—planning, strategizing, analyzing. It would take time, and

Akira’s POVThe woods were endless, and each step I took felt like it could be my last. My body ached, every bruise and cut screaming for attention, but I pushed forward. The thought of staying in Jackson’s territory, even for a moment longer, made my stomach churn.I had no choice but to keep moving.The highway wasn’t an option. My clothes were shredded, I was half naked, my skin was bloodied, and my face was swollen and disfigured from Jackson’s blows; I was in my werewolf form but disfigured.No human would stop for me; they’d only see a monster. And if I ran into a werewolf? The questions would be endless. Why was I in this state? Who had attacked me? And why did I smell of another wolf’s blood? Those questions would lead to rumors—rumors that I, Akira, the mate of Hunter, the most feared and hated man in the werewolf community, had killed Alpha Jackson.I trudged through the woods, my feet dragging. The moonlit path became darker as clouds rolled in, but I didn’t stop. I couldn