All Chapters of Mated to Alpha Russell The Rogue Revenge : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Rose's POVThe dream was terrifying.I was standing in a vast, empty hall adorned with wedding decorations. The air smelled metallic, thick, and suffocating. My wedding dress, pristine and white moments ago, was soaked with blood. The vibrant red seemed to pulse, a grotesque reminder of something I couldn’t yet piece together.My gaze fell downward, and there he was—Finn, lying in a pool of his own blood. His lifeless eyes stared up at me, accusing and hollow.My hands trembled as I looked down at them. I was holding a knife.“No...no, no, no!” I screamed, the sound echoing through the empty hall.I tried to drop the knife, but it wouldn’t leave my hand. My breaths came in short gasps, panic swelling in my chest. The walls around me seemed to close in, the decorations morphing into dark, clawed shapes.Then, faint laughter echoed. Low, guttural, and filled with malice.I spun around, searching for the source, but the hall was empty. The laughter grew louder until it consumed everythin

Finn’s POVThe wedding bells rang loud and clear, echoing through the grand hall. My heart should have been soaring, but unease clung to me like a shadow. As the doors opened, Rose walked in, her arm linked with Benedicta’s. She looked stunning in her gown, but there was a tension in her smile that only I seemed to notice.As we exchanged vows, her voice was steady, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The officiant’s words blurred as my wolf instincts screamed at me, warning of impending danger. Still, I pushed the unease aside. This was our moment, and I wouldn’t let anything ruin it.“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant announced.I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Rose’s lips. The applause erupted around us, but all I could think about was the gnawing sensation that something was about to go wrong.---The reception was a whirlwind of laughter and celebration. Guests filled the hall, the sound of clinking glasses and cheerful chatter blending with th

Bianca’s POVThe tension in the air was suffocating. Every corner of the pack house buzzed with whispers of Finn’s attack, and I couldn’t move without feeling a dozen eyes boring into my back. Jenny and I had barely made it out of that hallway alive after Alina’s confrontation. I wasn’t scared of her, but her words stuck in my head.“Did we mess up?” Jenny asked nervously as we entered my room and closed the door behind us. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands twisting anxiously in her lap.I leaned against the dresser, crossing my arms. “No,” I said firmly, though the tightness in my chest said otherwise. “We’ve been careful. We didn’t stab Finn. Someone else did. Alina’s just lashing out because she’s desperate.”“But what if she’s right?” Jenny’s voice cracked. “What if whoever stabbed Finn was aiming for Rose? What if we’re next?”I turned to her, my glare silencing her panicked rambling. “We are not next. Whoever did this has no reason to come after us unless you do somethin

Alina's POVThe piercing scream of a maid echoed through the pack house, jolting me from my thoughts. My heart leaped into my throat, and I instinctively rushed toward the source of the commotion. The hallway was alive with murmurs, tension thick in the air as I approached Finn’s room.“What’s happening?” I demanded, pushing past a group of maids clustered near the doorway.The sight before me stole the breath from my lungs. Finn lay still on his bed, his chest unmoving. The monitor that had been beeping steadily earlier now emitted a deafening flatline.“No!” I shouted, rushing to his side. My hands shook as I pressed them against his lifeless form as if my touch alone could bring him back. “Finn! Wake up!”One of the maids stepped forward hesitantly, tears streaming down her face. “H-he’s gone, Miss Alina. We... we found him like this.”I turned to her, my voice trembling with fury and disbelief. “Gone? What do you mean gone? He was stable just a few hours ago!”Another maid whisper

Alina’s POVThe dim glow of the moon seeped through my window, casting long, wavering shadows on the walls. The silence in the pack house was almost unnerving, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my mind. Finn’s death haunted me relentlessly—his smile, his laugh, the way he always seemed to hold the pack together. Now he was gone, and we were left scrambling in the dark to uncover who had ripped him away from us.But I wouldn’t rest until I knew.A soft knock on my door startled me. My heart raced as I got up cautiously. No one should have been awake at this hour. Opening the door, I was met with a familiar face—Russell.I pulled him inside quickly, locking the door behind him. “You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered sharply.Russell leaned against the wall, his face etched with exhaustion but his eyes burning with determination. “I couldn’t stay hidden any longer, Alina. We’re running out of time.”I nodded, knowing he was right but unwilling to admit it aloud. Russell had been staying i