All Chapters of Alpha's Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The sun had set, casting long shadows over the Crestmoon pack’s stronghold. The evening air was cool, a soft breeze carrying with it the faint scent of pine and earth. It was quiet, too quiet, and Olivia could feel the weight of it pressing down on her. A sense of impending doom lingered in the back of her mind, as if something terrible was brewing just beyond the horizon.She stood at the edge of the pack’s training grounds, her gaze lost in the darkness as she watched the trees sway in the wind. Ralph was beside her, his presence a steadying force, but even his calm demeanor couldn’t mask the growing tension between them.“Do you feel it?” Olivia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Ralph didn’t answer right away, his eyes scanning the distance as if he could see into the depths of the forest. “I do,” he said after a moment, his voice low. “It’s like the calm before a storm. Everything is still, but it’s not right. Something is coming.”Olivia nodded, her heart sinking. She had

The night was silent—too silent. Olivia could feel it in her bones, the unnatural stillness that signaled something was about to happen. She stood at the edge of the pack’s stronghold, her heart pounding as she scanned the treeline. Ralph was beside her, his muscles tense, his wolf on high alert. The others had taken their positions, waiting for her signal. They knew this night would come, but now that it was here, Olivia couldn’t shake the heavy weight pressing against her chest.Then it came.A low growl rippled through the darkness, followed by the soft crunch of leaves. Shadows shifted among the trees, barely visible in the moonlight. Olivia's fingers twitched at her sides, her magic pulsing just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed. The cold night air felt thick, charged with an energy she couldn’t place.“They’re here,” Ralph murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.The words had barely left his mouth when the first attack came. A blur of motion streaked toward them f

The moment Caroline’s attack shot toward her, Olivia reacted on instinct. A shield of blue fire erupted around her, deflecting the blast before it could strike. But the force of the impact sent her staggering back, her pulse hammering in her ears. The battlefield roared with chaos, but all she could hear was the rush of blood in her veins, the disbelief clawing at her chest.She had expected betrayal from Amelia, from the rogues, from the warlocks that had sided against them. But Caroline? The woman who had guided her through the treacherous waters of her magic? The one who had helped her understand the depth of her abilities? The one who had promised to help her break the curse?It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense.“Caroline!” Olivia’s voice was raw, a mix of shock and fury. “What are you doing?”Caroline’s face remained unreadable, her hands still glowing with raw power. The battlefield raged on around them—wolves clashing in a brutal dance of claws and teeth, warlocks chan

The battlefield was a storm of fire and fury, Olivia’s blue flames raging against Amelia’s darkness. The raw power in the air sent ripples through the ground, shaking the very earth beneath them. Wolves clashed with warlocks, their roars and spells creating a deafening symphony of chaos. But Olivia had no room for distraction.Her gaze locked onto Caroline, her former ally, the woman who had once stood by her side but now fought against her. Olivia’s chest ached—not just from Amelia’s attack, but from the deeper wound of betrayal.Caroline wiped a streak of blood from her lip, eyes unreadable. “You don’t understand,” she said, voice tight.“Then make me understand,” Olivia shot back, magic crackling at her fingertips. “Because all I see is you fighting for the woman who’s tried to destroy everything I love.”Caroline hesitated, but Amelia wasn’t about to let doubt take root. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a surge of dark energy toward Olivia. Ralph moved in a blur, intercepting i

The sky above them churned with unnatural darkness, Amelia’s magic twisting the air into a suffocating storm of power. The battlefield had turned into a warzone of chaos—wolves fighting warlocks, spells colliding with claws and fangs. But Olivia’s focus remained locked on one thing.Amelia.She stood at the center of the destruction, arms raised, dark energy swirling violently around her. The stolen souls, the ancient power she had been hoarding, were now fully unleashed. The air pulsed with an eerie hum, the sound of spirits trapped in her grasp, fueling her magic.Ralph was at Olivia’s side, his body coiled with tension, his golden eyes never leaving Amelia. Caroline stood behind them, her breathing still labored from breaking free of Amelia’s control, but her magic was already crackling at her fingertips.“She’s trying to open something,” Caroline said, voice urgent. “A rift. A way to pull even more power from beyond.”Olivia’s blood ran cold. If Amelia succeeded, there would be no