All Chapters of The Alpha in My Dream : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rosemary POV The grand hallways of the main pack house were massive, lined with high stone arches and dark wooden beams. I walked close to Kieran's side, my fingers securely locked with his. I had changed into a simple, comfortable dress, but my heart was still thumping against my ribs. It was one thing to decide I was ready to see the house; it was another thing to actually face the wolves who lived here.We turned a wide corner near the grand staircase, and my body instantly went rigid.Walking straight toward us was Tanya.She looked exactly like a warrior queen. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and she wore a fitted leather training jacket that showed off her athletic build. The moment her sharp eyes landed on us—specifically on our joined hands—she froze.My breath caught in my throat. All the words Lily had told me yesterday came rushing back into my mind. *Tanya thinks you're just an unshifted floor-scrubber. She thinks you're a disappointment compared to C

Rosemary POV The grand dining room was smaller than the main hall, but it felt twice as heavy. It was lined with dark wood panels and massive stone fireplaces that roared with heat. Tonight wasn't a pack-wide event, so only the high-ranking members and their mates were present.As Kieran led me inside, his hand firmly holding mine, the entire room instantly fell completely silent. Dozens of powerful wolves stopped talking, stood up straight, and bowed their heads low."Alpha King," they murmured in unison, their voices filled with deep, unquestioning reverence.Seeing it happen right in front of me, I finally understood for the very first time the sheer, terrifying power my mate wielded. He wasn't just a strong man; he was a god to these people. In the way they looked at him, the way they referenced him with absolute fear and respect, everything clicked. I suddenly realized why Lily and Chloe had been so completely shocked when I effortlessly referred to him by his first name. To the

Rosemary POV The soft morning light had barely touched the edges of the grand windows when a gentle shake on my shoulder pulled me from a deep, dreamless sleep."Wake up, little one," a deep, familiar rumble whispered against my ear.I blinked my eyes open, my vision blurry as I looked up at Kieran. He was already fully dressed in a dark, form-fitting training shirt and heavy trousers. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his golden eyes were bright with an intense, focused energy."Kieran?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep as I pulled the dark duvet up to my chin. "What time is it? Is something wrong on the border?""Everything is fine on the border," he murmured, a soft smile breaking through his serious expression. He leaned down and pressed a quick, warm kiss to my forehead. "But you and I have an appointment. Put on the soft trousers and shirt I left on the chair. It's time to train."I sat up quickly, the sleep instantly vanishing from my mind. *Training.* The heavy words

Rosemary POV The three days passed like a blur of aching muscles, endless protocol lessons, and the comforting laughter of the children's wing. And then, suddenly, there was no more time left to prepare. The day of the mating ceremony had arrived.I sat perfectly still in front of the grand vanity mirror in our bedroom, my hands clenched tightly in my lap to stop them from shaking. I was an absolute bundle of nerves. My stomach felt like it was doing wild flips, and my heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs."Take a deep breath, Luna," a soft, gentle voice encouraged.Three elderly Omega women, the finest stylists in the Moon Claw pack, moved around me in a quiet, synchronized rhythm. They had been working on me for hours, and their gentle hands were incredibly soothing. One was carefully braiding small, silver wildflowers into my long hair, while the other two smoothed down the layers of my gown.Before they had even touched my hair, I had personally handled the most d

Kieran's POV For five years, my wolf had ruled this territory with an iron fist, completely convinced that nothing in this world could ever truly surprise him. He was a creature of war, of blood, and of cold, hard logic.But the moment the air exploded with that white-hot wave of ancient energy, my wolf went completely silent, dropping to his knees inside my mind.I stared down at the creature standing at the base of the sacred oak, my heart hammering so violently against my ribs I thought it would burst. The fragile, unshifted girl from the Silver Moon kitchens was gone. Standing in her place was a magnificent, breathtaking beast. Her coat was the color of fresh, untouched winter snow—a pure, solid marble white that seemed to absorb the pale moonlight. She was massive, her shoulders nearly level with mine, radiating a quiet, crushing dignity that made the entire pack's collective aura bend toward her instinctively.A white wolf. A myth from the old scrolls. A sacred bloodline we all