Alpha's STOLEN Mate Chapter 111

Kaius

I sat alone on the raised platform—just a few steps higher than the main floor, but enough to establish hierarchy without being ostentatious. Below me, arranged around the massive round table in carefully calculated positions, sat the most powerful Alphas in my kingdom.

The seating was deliberate. The strongest, most influential Alphas occupied the chairs closest to my platform. And the closer they sat, the more palpable their hostility became.

I could feel it radiating off them in waves—resentment, suspicion, barely contained challenge. They'd come because I'd commanded it. But that didn't mean they trusted me.

*Good. Let them be angry. At least they're here.*

My eyes drifted to the empty seat beside me. The Queen's chair. Positioned at my right hand, elevated to match my own status. *For Elowen.*

Where the fuck was she? The Assembly was supposed to start minutes ago.

The Alphas' murmuring grew louder, more restless. I caught fragments—speculation, questions, thinly veiled accusations about my competence.

Finally, the guard at the door straightened. "My King! Your long-awaited Queen has—"

He stopped mid-sentence. Brief, muffled conversation—someone correcting him, insisting—

The guard cleared his throat, face flushed. "**The Silver-Fanged, White Tempest, Alpha of The Misfit Alliance—Elowen Ravencrest—has arrived!**"

The room erupted. *The Misfit Alliance? Silver-Fanged? White Tempest?* Confusion rippled through the assembled Alphas like a physical wave.

I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing. *I didn't expect her to make an entrance like this.* But the message was crystal clear: Elowen wasn't just coming as my Queen. She was claiming her place as an Alpha in her own right.

The doors swung open.

Elowen strode in like she owned the fucking place. Silver hair pulled back in a high ponytail that emphasized her sharp features. Custom leather jacket hugging her frame perfectly, and emblazoned across the back in gold thread: **The Misfit Alliance.**

She looked powerful. Dangerous. Absolutely magnificent.

Behind her, Evelyn grinned like a maniac, practically bouncing, making exaggerated gestures that somehow perfectly amplified Elowen's entrance.

I stood immediately. "Elowen." My voice came out softer than intended. I gestured to the empty seat. "Come. Sit here, beside me."

I turned slightly to address the room. "This Alpha is also your Queen."

Another wave of confused muttering. But Elowen didn't hesitate. She walked past my platform entirely, grabbed a chair from the side, and planted herself directly in the front row—across from me, not beside me.

*What—*

My smile froze. *Fuck. She just publicly rejected my invitation. In front of every major Alpha in the kingdom.*

Embarrassment hit like a slap. Dozens of eyes watching, waiting for my reaction.

Then Elowen looked up, her expression calm and unapologetic. "My King," she said clearly, "today's assembly is to discuss the crisis facing all our packs. To strategize against our enemies. This is not my coronation as Queen."

She paused, letting that sink in. "Therefore, I will sit here—as **Alpha of The Misfit Alliance**—and participate in this meeting as an Alpha among Alphas. I cannot sit beside you today. That would send the wrong message."

*Oh. You brilliant, stubborn woman.*

She wasn't rejecting me. She was claiming her space, her identity, her authority separate from mine. And doing it publicly, dramatically, in a way no one could misinterpret.

I let my expression shift to something amused. "Well!" I said loud enough for all to hear. "It seems all the packs have arrived. Let's begin this Assembly."

I moved to the center of the platform. Time to get serious.

"Several months ago," I began, "we encountered our first transformed wolf. A creature magically altered—enhanced beyond natural limits. We thought it was isolated." I paused. "We were wrong. There's a witch named Morgath—a Flesh-Weaver—who has been capturing our people. Transforming them. Using dark magic to turn wolves into her obedient weapons."

The room had gone quiet. Several Alphas had gone pale.

"Recently, we located her laboratory. We confirmed that every wolf who has gone missing is being held prisoner there. Experimented on. Broken down and rebuilt according to her design."

Then Garrett, a hot-headed young Alpha, shot to his feet. "With all due respect, Alpha King, we know people are disappearing. But we've never actually *seen* this witch. We've never witnessed her attacking." He crossed his arms. "If she's as powerful as you claim, why doesn't she just attack us directly? Why all this sneaking around?"

*Are you fucking kidding me right now?*

Derick, an older Alpha, stood as well. "And these 'transformed wolves'—I haven't seen any evidence of them. Have any of you?" He looked around. "How do we know these creatures even exist?"

My patience evaporated. "This Assembly," I snapped, my voice dropping to something dangerous, "was called to **inform** you of the threat. To ensure you understand the danger. I am not here to **debate** with you. I am not here to provide fucking **evidence** like I'm on trial."

I descended the steps, eyes locked on Derick. "If you don't trust your King's word—if you don't believe in my authority—then you're welcome to leave. Right now. Get the fuck out of my territory."

The room went silent. No one moved.

But before I could continue, Amir from Eastern Valley stood. "What about the golden wolf? All our missing wolves—they've been connected to sightings of it. It appears near our territories, lures our people out, and they vanish." His eyes narrowed. "A golden wolf of that size is incredibly rare. It matches the description of the former Alpha King—your father."

Murmurs of agreement rippled through.

"So tell us, Alpha King," Amir pressed, voice rising. "Is this entire crisis something you and your father orchestrated? Are you manufacturing fear to consolidate power?"

I moved before I could think.

One moment I was on the platform. The next, my hand was wrapped around Amir's throat, lifting him slightly off his feet. His face went from flushed with anger to pale with terror.

"Say one more word about my father," I growled, barely human, "and I will rip your fucking throat out. Right here. Right now."

Amir made a strangled sound, hands clawing uselessly.

"My father is a victim. He is suffering. And if you think I would dishonor his memory by using him in some political game, you don't know me at all."

I released him suddenly. Amir crumpled to the floor, gasping.

"Anyone else want to accuse me of something?" I looked around, daring them.

Silence. The Alphas looked away. The room had turned cold, hostile again. My outburst had destroyed whatever cooperation I'd been building.

*Fuck. I've lost them.*

Then Elowen stood.

She moved with easy confidence, climbing onto the platform to stand beside me. Not challenging my authority, but supporting it.

"Everyone's skepticism is understandable," she said, her voice calm and reasonable—stark contrast to my rage. "In fact, it's healthy to question extraordinary claims. But your skepticism needs to have limits."

She pulled out rolled papers from her jacket—maps, notes, sketches. She spread them across the table where everyone could see.

"These are my personal records," she continued. "Documented sightings of transformed wolves, complete with dates, locations, and detailed descriptions of their abilities." She pointed to marks on the map. "Here, here, and here—confirmed encounters with enhanced rogues exhibiting supernatural speed and strength."

The Alphas leaned forward, studying with new interest.

"Each entry includes sketches of the creatures, notes on their combat patterns, and cross-references with missing wolf reports from nearby packs." She met their eyes steadily. "This isn't speculation. This is evidence. Collected over months of investigation."

*Holy fuck. When did she—how did she find time—*

She'd been investigating alone. Methodically documenting everything while I'd been distracted. While I'd been dealing with Rowan and my father.

*She's been carrying this investigation by herself. Building the case I should have built.*

Shame hit me hard. Followed by overwhelming gratitude.

*Without her here today, I'd be dead in the water.*

"If any of you still doubt," Elowen continued, "I can arrange for the Chief Elder to give you a comprehensive lecture on Flesh-Weavers—their history, methods, capabilities." She paused. "Though I should warn you, once he starts talking about magical theory, he doesn't stop. You'll be here for hours."

A few nervous laughs broke the tension. The Alphas were relaxing, their suspicion giving way to reluctant belief.

Helena, a shrewd Alpha, spoke up. "Well, Elowen, your evidence is convincing. We believe you." She glanced at me. "But what about the golden wolf? Can you explain that situation?"

Elowen hesitated for the first time. I saw uncertainty flicker across her face.

*She doesn't want to betray my trust without permission.*

I stepped forward, placing myself in front of all those judging eyes.

"The golden wolf," I said, my voice rougher than intended, "is my father. Aldric Blackthorne. The former Alpha King."

Shocked silence.

"He's been transformed. Turned into Morgath's weapon. Her most prized pet." The admission tasted like ash. "He's the one luring wolves away. He's the reason so many of you have lost people."

I could see horror, pity, calculation in their faces. Some already wondering if I was too compromised to lead.

"This is my fault," I said, and the words came clearer now. "My father's capture happened under my watch. His transformation, his current actions—I bear responsibility for all of it."

I met each Alpha's gaze directly. "I will fix this. I will either save him—break whatever hold Morgath has and restore him to himself—or..."

My throat tried to close around the words, but I forced them out. "Or I will kill him myself. Whatever it takes to stop him from hurting more of our people."