All Chapters of Alpha's Mission: Bound by Fate: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Hunter POVI couldn’t stop myself from smiling as I thought about the way Akira had spoken to the older alphas. The fire in her voice, the sheer authority she commanded—it was mesmerizing. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was fierce, courageous, and unapologetically strong. She had always been bold, but these days, she was transforming into a true force to be reckoned with.Still, the memory of her impulsive actions—taking on Jackson and his men alone—made my stomach tighten. The thought of losing her haunted me. I had already told her that I couldn’t bear the thought of her throwing herself into danger like that again instead she should tell me whenever she is going to such war and I will be around to assist her. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny how proud I was.With Jackson gone, our focus had shifted. The biggest threat now wasn’t external; it was within our pack. All our attention is now unto the spy; the very person within us feeding information to the enemy—even though Jac

Kestrel’s POVI paced the corridor outside the kitchen, my heels clicking softly against the stone floor. The faint scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of spices, but I paid it no attention. For the past hour, I had been standing here, waiting. Normally, I wouldn’t waste my time in a place like this, much less wait so long, but this wasn’t a normal day.Today’s business was important—urgent, even.Several servants bustled past, their chatter and footsteps filling the air. They glanced at me, some with curiosity, others with disbelief. Of course, it was rare for me to be seen in the kitchen, let alone lingering here. I was Kestrel, after all. I didn’t belong in places like this.However, knowing what brought me here, I ignored their stares. I had a mission, and I wasn’t leaving until it was done.My gaze flickered to the door every time someone entered, searching for the one person I was waiting for. That particular servant, she was ju

Hunter’s POVThe evening air was cool and soothing as I sat under the oak tree with Akira. The moonlight spilled gently through the branches, casting a serene glow over her face. I reached for her hand, but something about her felt...off. She was unusually quiet, her usual fiery spirit dampened.“Are you alright, Doll?” I asked softly, leaning closer to her. I placed a hand on her forehead, and her skin felt warmer than usual, but I told myself it might be nothing. Probably the coolness of the weather was making her warm.Akira gave me a faint smile but didn’t answer. She simply nodded, her gaze distant.“Is something bothering you?” I pressed, my worry growing.She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. “No,” she whispered and didn’t bother to say more words, her voice was barely audible. I tried to lighten the mood, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “And I didn’t do anything to offend you, did I?” I teased.That earned me a small laugh, but it was brief and didn’t reach

Kestrel’s POVI paced back and forth in Akira’s room, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Each time my gaze fell on her lifeless form lying on the bed, anger boiled inside me. Even in a coma, Akira had the audacity to look peaceful, as if mocking me. I hate you, I thought bitterly. Even half-dead, you’re still a thorn in my side.The only reason I was here was because I had convinced Hunter I wanted to help look after her. It was the perfect cover, ensuring I stayed in his good graces. If I hadn’t, Hunter might never have left her side. It disgusted me that he could show so much devotion to her, even now.I forced myself to go through the motions: wiping her face, monitoring her temperature, pretending to care. All of it was a performance. Because if Akira didn’t wake up from this coma—if she finally died—then my place at Hunter’s side would be secured.The thought brought a sly smile to my lips, but it faded as quickly as it came. The doctor’s words haunted me: She could

August’s POVI took a deep breath, standing outside the door to Akira’s chamber. My hands clenched into fists before I forced myself to relax. Calm, August. Fake calm. You’ve done this before. Just put on a smile, say the right words, and leave as quickly as you can, I told myself for what seems to be like the tenth times.The thought of facing her—and Hunter—made my skin crawl. I didn’t want to be here, but as Commander to the pack, I had a duty to perform. She was our Luna, no matter how much I despised her.Despised her and feared her.Why wouldn’t she just die? I kept asking myself this same question for weeks.Her enemies seemed to fall like leaves in a storm while she remained untouched. First, it was Jackson's guards. Then Jackson himself. The servant Kestrel manipulated. And now Kestrel herself. All are dead with Kestrel probably nearing her death too, while Akira sat comfortably in her position, unscathed.Whatever she did to the moon goddess to keep protecting her, she was r