All Chapters of Alpha's Eclipse: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LIRAThe Grimhowl territory had never been this alive before. Warriors sparred in the training grounds, their grunts and the clash of weapons filling the air. Wolves in their beast forms dodged and lunged at each other, testing their agility and strength. Those who couldn’t fight played equally crucial roles—preparing meals, crafting armor, and ensuring that shelters were built for the warriors arriving from different packs.The war was coming, and every single person was doing their part.I stood near the training grounds, watching as Caius, Elias, and Ronan instructed warriors on battle formations. Beta Orion was on the other side, leading a group in close combat training. My father observed from a distance, his sharp eyes scanning the fighters as if assessing each one’s strengths and weaknesses.Caius caught my gaze and gave me a small nod before dodging a strike from one of the warriors. He countered effortlessly, his body moving with lethal precision. My heart swelled with pride.

LUCIENTwenty-five years ago, everything changed. I was a promising young wolf, destined by my own ambition to take my place as Alpha in our pack. My sister Seraphina had been the chosen heir, but when she renounced her claim and left the pack, I believed that our father, Alpha Thoren, would finally see fit to crown me as the new leader. I was not prepared for what happened next.Instead of giving me the throne, Thoren reaffirmed his position as Alpha. I was left with nothing but bitter disappointment and a sense of betrayal. I had sacrificed so much and built my reputation within the pack, only to be cast aside. In the days that followed, I found myself wandering away from the camp, too ashamed and angry to face my people.I eventually found myself at a nearby river, its cold, clear waters reflecting a bleak sky. I sat there for hours, letting the chill of the water and the cold night air numb the searing pain of rejection. As I stared at the river, I noticed something unusual: half-

CELESTEI never intended for it to go this far.When I first reunited with Lucien, I thought fate was giving me a second chance at something I didn’t know I wanted—a mate. The bond, undeniable and powerful, wrapped around my heart like ivy around a tree, slow and steady until it was too tight to break free. I tried to deny it. Goddess knows, I did.Lucien was dangerous. I knew what he did. I knew what he became. But I also knew who he was before the darkness took hold of him. I had seen glimpses of that man in the quiet moments—when he looked at me with regret in his eyes, when he touched my hand as though he didn’t deserve to. That man still existed… somewhere deep within him.At least, that’s what I told myself.I didn’t know about the black crystal. I swear it. When I agreed to spy on Valenwood on Lucien’s behalf, I thought I was doing it to protect my people. To keep the remaining members of the pack alive. To make sure that if Lucien ever did go too far, I’d be there to stop him.

TOBIASThe scent of pine and fresh earth filled the morning air as I walked the worn path toward the Valenwood Pack House. Birds chirped in the trees, and the wind rustled softly through the leaves—but none of it settled the weight pressing down on my chest.Preparations were going well. Our warriors were training harder than ever, our scouts remained vigilant, and the alliance between Grimhowl and Valenwood had never been stronger. Yet… something didn’t feel right.I couldn't shake the gnawing sensation in my gut, the whisper of something just beyond my reach. Call it instinct. Call it age. But I’d led long enough to know—peace before war always felt wrong.I tightened my grip on the leather scroll in my hand, containing the final defensive formations we planned to implement before the full moon. Lira and Caius’s bond had given the wolves a renewed purpose, a spark of hope. But hope without caution was dangerous.I was nearing the side garden near the eastern wing of the Pack House w

MORGANAThe silence in the war room was suffocating. All eyes were on me—some filled with confusion, others with suspicion or dread. Tobias’s gaze, in particular, pierced through me, demanding answers I had kept hidden for far too long.I had carried this secret for two centuries, buried beneath layers of guilt, loss, and fear. But it was time. They deserved the truth.I drew in a breath and stepped forward, facing the council, Caius, Tobias, and the others with the calm of someone who had already lived through the worst.“Two hundred years ago,” I began, my voice steady but distant, “I was mated to a man named Xander Vexmoor.”Gasps echoed in the chamber, but it was Caius’s face I watched most closely. His eyes narrowed, confusion crossing his features.“Vexmoor?” he repeated. “My grandfather mentioned that name once. He had an uncle—Xander—who vanished. Presumed dead.”I gave him a solemn nod. “That’s him. Your great uncle. He didn’t die… not exactly.”The weight of the past pressed