Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Alpha No More
His face twists into something between a grimace and a sad smile.

“The Moon Goddess always finds a way to reveal the truth—just when it’s too damn late.”

Then, to my surprise, he chuckles.

“If I’d known you’d end up mated to my only true-blooded daughter,” he says with a short laugh, “I wouldn’t have wasted so much time trying to throw Celestia at you. I thought I could control the future—choose the next king. Manipulate fate.”

He shakes his head, smirking now.

“But it seems the goddess had other plans. And now? Well… it looks like you’re destined for the crown, whether you want it or not.”

Before I can say anything, he steps forward and—lightly, almost affectionately—places a hand on my shoulder, nudging me aside.

I let him.

Because somehow… deep down, I know.

He walks past me and sits in the chair I’d been in only moments before. He reaches for Kali’s hand like it’s something sacred. And strangely enough, she doesn’t react in fear. Her body doesn’t tense. There’s only stillness.

Peace.

I don’t want to admit it, but I know she’s safe with him.

At least for now.

“Alpha,” a warrior calls from the doorway, breaking through my thoughts. “Apologies for the interruption, but… we need to hurry. Before things get worse back at the pack.”

I glance back at the bed. At her. At the man now sitting beside her.

Then I nod, stiffly, and turn to follow the warrior down the hall.

“She’s his daughter… probably the one who went missing,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

And if that’s true—if Kali really is the Alpha King’s daughter—then what everyone said about her wolf being massive, monstrous, more beast than wolf… they’re not just rumors.

They’re true.

Which means from the very first moment I met her, I wasn’t the one in control. I wasn’t the one in power.

I was the one destined to kneel.

Not just kneel—submit.

“…Fuck.”

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The second I step onto the Blood Fang pack grounds, chaos slaps me in the face like a damn insult—loud, jarring, and completely out of control. It’s deafening. Voices scream and chant, fists raised in the air. The entire pack has turned upside down. There’s no order, no structure—just complete madness.

And through the noise, one name keeps echoing, again and again, making my blood boil:

Khoas.

They’re actually protesting for that bastard. I can hardly believe it.

My jaw clenches so tightly I feel my teeth grind. Do these people truly not understand what Khoas did to Jasmine? Even if she weren’t my sister, I could never forgive him. Beating her until she was unrecognizable, branding her with his mark against her will… He didn’t just hurt her. He broke her. She had to lose herself—her wolf, her very soul—just to get away from him.

That isn’t just cruelty.

It’s inhuman.

She had to destroy who she was to escape him.

And yet, these people are demanding his freedom?

I’d rather die than let that monster walk free.

I march forward, the crowd parting slowly as they catch sight of me. Their chants grow louder, more aggressive.

What’s worse—some of the women, these she-wolves, are chanting his name too. But I can see the truth in their eyes. The subtle tilt of their bodies away from their mates. The bruises barely hidden beneath their sleeves. The tightness in their jaws. This isn’t their protest. They’re here because their mates forced them to be. Out of fear.

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