All Chapters of ALPHA JAKE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The darkness in the basement was so absolute that it felt like it swallowed me whole. I couldn’t see anything anymore—not the faint cracks in the old concrete walls or the rusty pipes that lined the ceiling. All I had left was the sound of my own shallow breaths and the aching in my throat. I’d lost track of time. Hours? Days? I didn’t know anymore. My lips were dry, so cracked they stung with every inhale. The weight of the chains around my wrists and ankles seemed heavier now, pressing me into the cold stone floor. I tried not to think about water. Or food. Or escape. But gods, the thirst. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I let my head fall back against the wall. The small gesture made me dizzy. How long had I been down here? How long before my body gave up and I joined my father? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad—maybe it would finally stop hurting. I closed my eyes, wishing for just a second of peace, but the sound of footsteps pulled me from my haze. Slow, deliberate s

Days passed in the pack house, each one colder than the last. Jake hadn’t spoken to me since he brought me back, his stoic walls firmly in place. When I tried to find him, he was always busy, shuffling between meetings or disappearing into his office with a curt “not now.” The bond between us, once a thread of warmth and potential, now felt like a frayed rope. Worse, whispers followed me wherever I went, quiet murmurs that cut like knives. “She’s just an omega. What does she know about being a Luna?” “She can’t even protect herself.” “Jake deserves better.” I tried to ignore them, but their words clung to me, festering in the quiet moments when I was alone. The pack, which had once welcomed me with open arms, now seemed to regard me with suspicion. My presence in the halls was met with polite nods, not the warmth I’d grown used to. Even Fatima had grown distant. She was always quick to make excuses—“I’m busy, Ayla. I’ll come find you later”—but she never did. I spent mos

I still couldn’t move. My legs felt like lead, and my chest ached like I’d been punched. Joseph’s words echoed in my head on a vicious loop: *“You don’t belong here.”* My ears were still ringing with the sound of Tammy’s bags hitting the floor as she moved into the packhouse like she owned the place. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening. Around me, murmurs had broken out among the pack members. I could hear them whispering, the words sharp and cutting as they floated through the air. “An omega? Really?” “She lied about who she was. Joseph’s right—this pack deserves better.” “This is embarrassing for all of us. The other packs will laugh at us.” I swallowed hard, trying to block it all out, but the words dug into me like shards of glass. My vision blurred as tears threatened to spill, but I refused to cry. Not here. Not now. Tammy was still standing in the center of the room, a picture of smug perfection. Her golden hair caught the light from the chandelier a

If I thought Tammy’s first day in the packhouse was unbearable, I was woefully unprepared for day two. She made her presence known as soon as the sun rose, barking orders at anyone who crossed her path. I sat in the kitchen with Sophie, trying to drink my tea in peace, when Tammy’s grating voice echoed through the halls. “Where is my breakfast? Do I have to starve in this house?” Fatima, standing by the counter, groaned audibly. “I swear if she calls me one more time, I’ll—” “Calm down,” Sophie muttered, rubbing her temples. “Let’s just get through this without any bloodshed.” The door burst open, and Tammy strolled in like she owned the place. Her hair was perfectly curled, and she wore a bright pink dress that screamed *look at me*. She stopped in the middle of the kitchen, putting her hands on her hips. “Oh, good, you’re all here. Maybe now I can finally get some service around here.” Fatima’s grip on the counter tightened, and Sophie leaned over to whisper, “I’ll hol

The morning started like any other, though I had spent most of it dodging Tammy. Somehow, that girl could find you no matter where you hid, and she always had a reason to make you want to slam your head into a wall. Today, she was sporting yet another dress that looked more like lingerie, with her chest nearly spilling out and her skirt barely brushing her thighs. She pranced around the packhouse like she was in a beauty pageant, but really, she was just a walking disaster waiting to happen. I managed to stay clear of her for most of the day until, unfortunately, the universe decided to punish me. I was on my way to the kitchen when Jake came in from training, shirtless, his body slick with sweat, muscles flexing with every movement. My traitorous eyes raked over him, noting the way his abs looked like they were carved from stone and his arms bulged as he wiped his face with a towel. Focus, Ayla, I told myself, swallowing hard. But before I could pretend I hadn’t noticed him,