Alpha's STOLEN Mate Chapter 110

Elowen

Three days flew by faster than I'd anticipated.

I was standing in my room, staring at the outfit Evelyn had laid out on my bed, when she burst through the door with her characteristic dramatic flair.

"Ta-da!" She held up what looked like a leather jacket—but not just any jacket. It was custom-made, with strategic cuts and reinforced panels that screamed both function and attitude. Dark charcoal gray with silver hardware, designed to allow easy movement while looking absolutely badass. Paired with fitted black cargo pants and combat boots that had clearly been spelled for durability.

"Evelyn, this is..." I reached out to touch the supple leather. "Actually perfect."

"I know, right?" She grinned, then spun the jacket around with a flourish. "But wait—there's more!"

Embroidered across the back in elaborate gold thread was a logo I'd never seen before—intricate, bold, unmistakably ours. And beneath it, in elegant script that somehow managed to look both refined and rebellious:

**The Misfit Alliance**

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. "You actually—you put our real name on it?"

"Damn right I did!" Evelyn's eyes sparkled with mischief. "This is history, Elowen! Our pack's first official appearance under our true identity!"

I took the jacket from her, running my fingers over the embroidery. The craftsmanship was impeccable—the gold thread caught the light beautifully, making the letters seem to glow.

"Well," I said, slipping it on. The fit was perfect, like it had been made specifically for my body. "I guess if we're going to make an entrance, we should make it memorable. No more hiding. No more pretending to be nobodies."

Evelyn watched me adjust the collar with obvious satisfaction. "Though, you know, compared to your new title as Queen, which pack's Alpha you are might not be the thing that gets the most attention."

Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. Scarlett entered, her arms full of files and documents—all the official paperwork I'd need for the Assembly.

I took them from her, but kept one hand on her shoulder. "We're leaving now. You take care of the pack while I'm gone, okay?" My voice softened. "And take care of yourself too. Promise me."

Scarlett's smile was warm but tinged with something melancholic. "I promise, Alpha."

"Beta~" Evelyn crooned, wrapping an arm around Scarlett's shoulders. "Don't miss me too much while I'm gone!"

Scarlett shoved her off with a laugh. "Come on! You have no idea how much quieter my life is gonna be without you! Finally, nobody nagging me nonstop!"

"Nagging?!" Evelyn gasped dramatically. "I provide valuable services! I give you prophecies, help you avoid disasters, teach you about men—like how to properly ride one, which positions hit the best spots, how to make him beg for more—"

"YES! Exactly that!" Scarlett's face turned bright red. "Those conversations! The ones I definitely never asked for!"

"Well!" Evelyn puffed up indignantly. "That's called friendship, Beta! I generously share my hard-earned sexual wisdom!" She tossed her red hair. "But fine. If—and when—I happen to meet someone interesting at this Assembly, I'll save all my riding techniques and bedroom expertise for him instead!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, caught between exasperation and amusement. "God help whatever man ends up with you."

"He'll be the luckiest bastard alive and you know it!" Evelyn shot back.

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The ride to Kaius's territory was exhilarating. Evelyn insisted we take motorcycles—"more dramatic," she'd claimed—and I had to admit, roaring up the mountain road with the wind whipping past felt appropriately epic for the occasion.

The checkpoint was chaos.

Multiple security stations had been set up along the approach, each one manned by stern-faced guards who were meticulously verifying every Alpha and their entourage. The line of wolves waiting for clearance stretched far down the road—I could see at least a dozen different pack representatives, all looking tense and on edge.

Everyone's energy was tight, coiled, ready to spring. The atmosphere practically vibrated with barely suppressed aggression and fear.

Everyone except Evelyn.

"God!" She was practically bouncing on her bike. "Look at all these people! I think I'm literally the only witch here! How lucky am I?"

I shook my head, pulling out our pack's identification papers as we approached the checkpoint.

But before I could even present them, the guards' entire demeanor changed.

"My Queen!" The lead guard snapped to attention, his fist going to his chest in formal salute. "You don't need verification! The Alpha King is expecting you. Please, go straight through—"

"Well, that was easy!" Evelyn started to rev her engine, clearly ready to breeze past.

I grabbed her jacket, yanking her back. "Wait."

*Queen.* There it was again. That title that kept trying to overshadow everything else I was.

*No. Absolutely not.*

I was an Alpha first. That was my identity, my responsibility, my *self*. I wouldn't let being Kaius's mate—Queen or not—erase the core of who I was.

"Actually," I said firmly, holding out our documentation to the confused guards. "I'd like to be processed properly."

The guards exchanged uncertain glances.

I turned to Evelyn. "Show them."

She grinned and spun around, presenting the golden logo emblazoned across her back—identical to mine. **The Misfit Alliance.**

"This is our pack's first official appearance," I said, my voice carrying authority that made several nearby Alphas turn to look. "And I want it done right. Please register us properly."

I felt it then—my white wolf stirring beneath my skin, responding to my conviction. Just a whisper of her power, a fraction of her presence, but enough to make the air around me shimmer with barely contained force.

"**Alpha of The Misfit Alliance,**" I said clearly, meeting each guard's eyes in turn. "**Elowen Ravencrest.** Here for the Assembly."

The pressure rolled off me in a wave—not aggressive, but undeniable. The kind of power that made every wolf within range sit up and take notice.

The guards actually stumbled back a step, their eyes going wide. Behind me, I heard startled murmurs from the Alphas still waiting in line. Even those who'd already passed through were turning back, drawn by the unmistakable presence of something *other*.

Something ancient and powerful and utterly unsubtle.

One of the guards—his hand actually shaking slightly—accepted our papers and hurriedly began filling out the registry. "Y-yes, Alpha Ravencrest. Of course. Welcome to—welcome to the Assembly."

I flashed him a smile—warm, genuine, and just dangerous enough to make him swallow hard—then walked past.

Evelyn caught up to me, practically vibrating with excitement. "Elowen! Holy shit!" She grabbed my arm. "I'm not even a wolf and I could feel that! The power just rolling off you—it was like standing next to a lightning storm!" Her grin was fierce. "God, I'm so fucking proud of you!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "That's rare. You actually complimenting someone without sarcasm?"

"Don't get used to it." But her smile stayed. "Though I have to say, your title needs work."

"What?" I looked at her as we climbed the steps to the main castle entrance.

"'Alpha of The Misfit Alliance'—it's accurate, sure, but where's the *flair*?" Evelyn spread her hands dramatically. "You need something with more punch! More mystique! Something that makes people think twice before fucking with you!"

"I'm an Alpha," I said flatly. "That's not a 'virtual title.' It's my actual position. I don't need some made-up—"

"No no no, hear me out!" Evelyn stopped walking, blocking my path with both hands up. "Okay, so I'll be honest—I *actually* want to come up with a cool title for myself. You know, something witchy and intimidating." She grinned sheepishly. "But you're the Alpha, so technically I should give you one first. It's only proper."

Despite myself, I felt a flicker of curiosity. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well!" Evelyn's eyes lit up. "You're the White Wolf, right? So maybe... **Elowen Ravencrest, the Storm-Born**! Or **The Untamed**! Or—ooh, this is good—**The Silver-Fanged, Breaker of Chains, First of Her Name, Alpha of The Misfit Alliance**!"

I stared at her. "Did you just try to give me a Game of Thrones title?"

"It sounds badass!"

"It sounds ridiculous."

"Okay, okay, what about—**The White Tempest**! Or **She Who Walks in Lightning**! Or—"

"Evelyn."

"—**The Moonlit Fury**!"

"*Evelyn.*"

But she was on a roll now, pacing back and forth in the corridor and gesturing wildly. "And then for me! Obviously I need something equally cool! Maybe **Evelyn, The Flame-Haired Seer**! Or **The Witch of Prophecy**! Or—oh God, this is perfect—**The Chaos Weaver**, because let's be honest, that's basically what I—"

I whacked her lightly on the back of the head. "We're here."

She blinked, suddenly focusing on our surroundings. We'd reached the main council chamber.