All Chapters of Mated to the Alpha CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The warehouse fire painted the night sky orange.We stood across the street, watching the flames consume the last traces of Viktor's stronghold. Sirens wailed in the distance—too late, as always. By the time the fire department arrived, there would be nothing left but ash and questions no one could answer.Alistair hadn't let go of my hand.His grip was tight, almost painful, but I didn't pull away. I felt his wolf through the bond—restless, angry, still hungry for the fight that had ended. Viktor was dead, but the rage remained."Alpha," Marcus said, approaching carefully. "We need to move. The humans are coming."Alistair nodded. "Take the prisoners to the pack house. Sonya, you're in charge of the witch. Keep her sedated. I want to question her myself.""And Lydia?" Derek stood a few feet away, his arms wrapped around a sobbing Lydia. She had woken up during the chaos and hadn't stopped crying since. Real tears or fake ones, I couldn't tell."Lydia comes with us," Alistair said. "S

We stayed at Morwen's farmhouse for two more days.Not because we needed to. The curse was broken, Alistair's wolf was restored, and the bond between us hummed stronger than ever. But something had shifted in both of us. We weren't running anymore. We weren't hiding.We were healing.Morwen taught me how to control the golden light that now lived beneath my skin. It wasn't just power—it was intention. Hope. The ability to strengthen not just packs, but individuals. When I focused on Alistair, his wolf surged. When I focused on myself, my fears quieted."You are a bridge," Morwen said. "Between wolves, between packs, between the broken and the whole. Use your gift wisely."On the morning of the third day, Alistair's phone rang.It was Sonya. "Alpha, the pack elders have convened. They want to see Clara. And they want to pass judgment on Lydia."Alistair's jaw tightened. "We'll be there by nightfall."The pack house in Westchester was buzzing with tension when we arrived.Wolves filled

The morning of the wedding dawned clear and golden.I woke before the sun, lying still in Alistair's arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. Today, we would become husband and wife. Today, I would bind myself to him in front of everyone.No fear, I told myself. Only joy.Alistair stirred, his arm tightening around my waist. "You're awake.""Have been for a while.""Nervous?""Happy," I said, echoing the word from the night before. "Happy-terrified."He smiled and kissed my shoulder. "Same."We lay there for a while longer, not speaking, just holding each other. Then the sun rose higher, and the sounds of the pack house stirring reached us.Time to begin.The next few hours were a blur of preparations.Sonya helped me into my dress—white silk and silver thread, with a train that flowed behind me like a river. My hair was braided with small white flowers, and around my neck hung the gold necklace Alistair had given me at the gala."You're beautiful," Sonya said, stepping back

The mountains rose before us, dark and jagged against the pale dawn sky.We ran in wolf form, twenty strong, our paws silent on the forest floor. The golden light pulsed beneath my fur, guiding us. I could feel Seraphina's magic ahead—a cold, rotten presence, like meat left too long in the sun.Alistair ran at my side, his golden wolf matching my pace. Through the bond, I felt his determination, his fear, his love.Together, I sent.Together, he agreed.The fortress was hidden in a valley between two peaks, shrouded in mist that wasn't natural. The air crackled with dark magic, making the hair on my neck stand up.Derek, in his human form, pointed to a narrow path. "The entrance is there. But there will be guards.""We'll handle the guards," Marcus said. "You get the Luna inside."Alistair shifted back, his voice low. "No one engages Seraphina except me and Clara. She's too dangerous.""And me," Derek said.Alistair's jaw tightened, but he nodded.The guards were expecting us.They em

Fifteen years after the fall of SeraphinaThe training field behind the pack house was muddy from last night's rain.Alistair Blackwood Jr. — AJ to everyone except his mother — circled his sister, fists raised, his golden eyes bright with concentration. At fifteen, he was already nearly as tall as his father, with the same broad shoulders and stubborn jaw.Elara Blackwood stood opposite him, her stance relaxed, almost lazy. Her silver-flecked eyes held a calm that belied her age. She didn't raise her fists."Are you going to fight or just stand there?" AJ taunted."I'm waiting for you to make a mistake.""I don't make mistakes.""You made one yesterday. And the day before. And last week when you tripped over your own feet in front of Sonya."AJ's cheeks flushed. "That was different.""How?"He lunged.Elara sidestepped, hooked her foot behind his ankle, and sent him sprawling into the mud. She didn't even break a sweat."Point to me," she said.AJ groaned, pushing himself up. "You che