The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Every Alpha In A 10 Mile Radius: Mine.

Nightspire’s eyes swept the tent, landing on Serena. His gaze stayed there two seconds too long.

"Nightspire," Fin said. "She’s unconscious. And she’s not going to Orosia."

"I am not going to send her to Orosia. I am a concerned family member." Nightspire’s voice was silk over gravel. "I need to speak with her as soon as she wakes."

"It’ll be a while," Alaric said without looking up.

"Then I’ll speak with whoever is making decisions in her absence." Nightspire’s gaze moved to Dex, then to Fin, then back to Dex. "Fascinating. You’re both still here. I assumed one of you would have killed the other by now."

"The night is young," Dex said.

"He means it," Gavriel commented. "In case that read as a joke. It wasn’t."

"It was a joke," Hyran said, rolling his eyes.

"It was sixty percent not a joke. That’s the part I’d focus on," Gav said.

The tent flap opened again.

King Tiberon stepped through, his presence filling the space the way a storm fills a valley. He saw Nightspire and stopped.

The two men regarded each other.

Alaric pulled out his flask, remembered he’d already finished it, and stared at it for a moment with the expression of a man betrayed by his only friend.

"I became a doctor," he said, "because I was told it would be prestigious."

"Nightspire." Tiberon’s voice could have frozen the lake. "You’re in my camp. In my territory. Standing over my soldier."

"I’m here because I have information that can’t wait for your council’s scheduling preferences." Nightspire didn’t flinch from the King’s stare.

"Then deliver it and leave."

"Viremont escaped."

Tiberon’s face was granite. "When."

"Hours ago, during the Dark Fae attacks. His cell wards were dissolved from the inside. Someone in your camp fed him the ward schematic through the medical transfer protocols." Nightspire paused, letting that sink in. "Convenient timing, wouldn’t you say? Everyone looking at the sky while the real threat walked out through the front door."

The tent flap opened again.

Garrett Darkhowler filled the entrance.

"Three," Gavriel said, to nobody.

Alaric glanced at him.

"I’m counting entrances," Gavriel said. "We’re at three. I want to see where this goes."

Garrett gave Tiberon a nod. His gaze found Serena on the bed and his jaw tightened.

Then his attention locked onto Nightspire and his entire demeanor changed.

"Riven." Garrett nodded. "Viremont tried to breach Darkhowler territory forty minutes ago."

The room recalibrated.

"He came through a portal. Armed escort. Six men. They hit the eastern perimeter where our patrol rotation has a three-minute gap between shifts." Garrett’s eyes were hard. "My men intercepted them before they cleared the tree line. Viremont wasn’t with the advance party, but his lieutenant was. They were heading for the castle."

"Agnes," Fin said.

"Agnes." Garrett confirmed. His jaw flexed twice. "He knows about our matebond. And based on the questions his men were asking before my guards shut them down, he knows the pregnancy was a lie."

Silence. The kind that reorganized priorities.

Garrett looked at Nightspire. Something passed between them that nobody else in the room could read. "Your territory shares a border with mine. If Viremont’s people used a portal, I need to know it didn’t originate from Nightspire land."

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