All Chapters of Alpha Kane's Omega Mate.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dylan's POV. Grant’s face twisted the second I said it. “Wait, Kane’s dead?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet of the room like a blade.I leaned back in the chair, trying not to roll my eyes. “Yeah. He’s dead. Gone. See you in hell and all that.”Grant’s nostrils flared, his body taut like a predator ready to pounce. “You didn’t even let me know?” he growled. “I wanted to see that bastard suffer. Watch him bleed out. But you just—what—took him out? Just like that?”I held up a hand, motioning for him to calm the hell down. “Old man, take a seat, okay? Relax.” My voice was calm, maybe a little too calm, considering the vein popping in his forehead. “Kane suffered plenty. Believe me.”He didn’t move. He just stood there, glaring at me like I’d robbed him of a family heirloom or something. So, I pointed at the glass tank sitting by the wall, its surface gleaming in the dim light.“I used that,” I said, my tone flat but laced with a smug edge. “I dunked him in it. Fill it u

Elder Cassius.I leaned against the cracked stone wall outside the pack house, flicking an old coin between my fingers. It was a nervous habit—something to keep my hands busy when my mind was running wild. And tonight? My mind wasn’t just running—it was sprinting, dodging, and weaving like a goddamn lunatic.Helping them wasn’t just a choice. It was survival, plain and simple. Not theirs. Mine. Every move I made these days felt like threading a needle while blindfolded. One slip, and I’d lose everything. Grant had made sure of that.That bastard. Grant. I pray every damn night that his ticker finally gives out or that someone with better aim puts him down for good. But luck never seems to swing my way. Ironic, isn’t it? A man like me, who’s dealt death like a deck of cards, hoping someone else plays the hand I can’t.It all started back when Grant was clawing his way to the top, campaigning to be alpha of... hell, what was the name of his pack again? It’s always on the tip of my tongu

Grant's POV.I needed to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that no one was going to play me for a fool. Trust isn’t something you just throw around like loose change in this world. You earn it, you fight for it, and you sure as hell don’t hand it over blindly. So yeah, I sat back and watched, my legs kicked up on the dashboard of my car, as my boys did exactly what they were supposed to do.Kane’s corpse was already in the back of the truck, zipped up tight in one of those industrial-grade body bags that look like they could survive a nuclear blast. They pulled into the warehouse — a grimy, cold place surrounded by barbed wire and floodlights. The kind of place no one would bother looking twice at unless they were up to no good. Perfect for what we needed.Through the binoculars, I tracked every move. The security personnel were all over the place, eyes sharp, hands twitchy near their holsters. These weren’t small cops — these were the kind of guys who’d shoot first and never bother a

David's POV.Larkmart Warehouse was a few rides away, and yeah, I’d called for backup. Had to. Let’s be real—this whole “spiritual intervention” stuff? It’s not my thing. I like practical things. Tangible. Something I can see, touch, or at least punch if it gets messy.When the spiritual leader—an old guy with robes that looked like he raided a thrift store and a voice like he smoked one too many cigars—did his thing, I wasn’t impressed. I sat there, arms crossed, watching with what I can only describe as professional skepticism. Cassius, though? He was eating it up. Nodding along like the guy was reciting holy scripture.Cassius isn’t just old; he’s ancient. He’s got this air about him, like he’s forgotten more about the supernatural world than the rest of us will ever know. And he’s respected, which is why I put up with his belief in spirits and rituals and all that. I don’t share the belief, but I wasn’t about to say it to his face. Not outright.Because here’s the thing: I might b

Harry's POV The pack was a mess, everyone barking orders, sharpening claws, and gearing up to take down the Black Fang. And while they were busy growling and hyping each other up, I had my own mission. One that didn’t involve fangs or blood.Julia.I didn’t care what she was doing or who she was doing it with. Whether she was wrapped up with Dylan, painting her nails, or binge-watching reality TV, none of it mattered. I needed to see her. Face to face. I had to tell her the guy she swore she loved was gone. Dead. And it had to come from me.It was early as hell when I hit the road. Too early for anything sane, but hey, life doesn’t wait for you to get a good night’s sleep. The air was cold, my car heater barely keeping up, and the roads were so quiet it felt like the world hadn’t woken up yet.Her family house looked exactly how I remembered—clean, calm, and way to put-together. It was the kind of place where the neighbors probably judged each other on lawn care and holiday decoratio