Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate
Chapter 202: The Split

Chapter 202: The Split

Wintertooth had once been a pretty great pack—or at least, they thought so.

With a young Alpha in charge, they weren’t exactly swimming in respect from outsiders. Most people treated them like the scrappy underdogs of the werewolf world.

But Thorin wasn’t having it. He’d assert his position at every chance, like a kid standing on a chair to look taller. Respect or not, the pack had been happy, and that counts for something, right?

Life in the small pack was simple but fulfilling. Thorin wasn’t the kind of Alpha to bark orders from a distance.

He rolled up his sleeves and got involved in everything—whether it was organizing patrols to secure their territory or pitching in to ensure there was enough food for everyone.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was stupidly good-looking. Let’s be real, his jawline alone probably inspired half the loyalty in the pack.

But Thorin wasn’t just a pretty face. He cared. He listened to everyone, no matter how small their problem. Lost your favorite bone? Thorin would probably have a five-point action plan to help you find it.

Why? Because Thorin had one fatal flaw: he needed to be liked. The thought of someone, anyone, hating him was like a personal apocalypse. But whatever his motivations, it worked. He was a solid leader, and his pack adored him.

That was, until the vampires arrived.

The pack was now officially split into two camps—the Vampire Lovers and the Anti-Vampires, e, with tensions thick enough to slice with a claw. Morgan couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked at the mess Wintertooth had turned into.

Technically speaking, her home had been destroyed by other werewolves—the Zacharias. But in her mind, and in the minds of her fellow anti-vampire crusaders, the true culprits were Riona and her bloodsucking brother.

She was convinced that if Thorin had just never brought those two into Wintertooth, they’d all still be living the dream—peace, prosperity, and absolutely no fangs to worry about.

Is that too much to ask for? A quiet, simple life? Morgan didn’t think so.

She wanted that peace to last, not just for herself but for the younger generations, her children, her grandchildren, and probably her great-grandchildren too.

"We never should have let her in!" Morgan growled, her voice shaking with frustration.

"Yeah, her and her mute brother!" Vesper chimed in, nodding with the same righteous indignation.

Vesper, of course, had conveniently forgotten the part where Barmin had tossed him into the bushes the moment he opened his mouth.

But why let reality get in the way of blaming Riona for everything? It’s so much easier that way.

"The younger one ran away like a coward!" Vesper sneered. "His sister gets abducted, and what does he do? Takes off without a care in the world!"

Morgan sighed dramatically as if the weight of all bad decisions in the world had been dumped squarely on her shoulders.

"And what was Thorin thinking? Bringing home vampires? Cold-blooded, spineless vampires who can’t even stay loyal to their own family!" she hissed.

Though their concern for their home was genuine, the cynical duo spent more time roasting Riona from a distance than actually doing something useful.

The huts were in shambles, and with nightfall quickly approaching and the cold winds setting in, shelters needed to be rebuilt—promptly. The pups needed a warm place to sleep, for crying out loud.

But did that stop Morgan and Vesper from complaining? Of course not. Instead, they indulged in their favorite pastime: badmouthing Riona as if that somehow fixed anything.

They surveyed the destruction around them, shaking their heads in exaggerated pity—because obviously, their sorrowful looks could repair the place.

All without, you know, lifting a single finger. Maybe they thought their pity had superpowers.

"I don’t get it. What’s so special about her? Charna’s a thousand times better!" Morgan fumed.

Speaking of Charna, Morgan had a lot of feelings about the friend who was no longer a friend. "But Charna’s even worse! She hates me now for picking her side. Who does she think I did all that for, if not for her?!"

Morgan’s idea of friendship was simple: if you weren’t on her team, you were the enemy. And since Riona, the loner, managed to steal Thorin’s heart, while Charna didn’t, well, clearly Riona had to be the enemy. Obvious, right?

"What if she’s over him? Maybe she doesn’t care about that hunk anymore?" Vesper offered, though it sounded more like a wishful fantasy than anything grounded in reality.

"Honestly, I’ve done so much for the pack," Vesper continued as if a random act of kindness would somehow make Charna swoon. "Shouldn’t she be falling head over heels for me by now? I mean, what’s a guy gotta do around here to get a little attention?"

Morgan gave Vesper a long, skeptical look. She’d never for a second believed that he and Charna were a match made in werewolf heaven.

Sure, Vesper had muscles, but charisma? Charna could do better with a rock. Literally, a rock. At least the rock wouldn’t annoy her with pointless conversation.

In her mind, Charna and Thorin were the power couple—like, if you wanted to create the perfect match in a lab, you’d end up with those two.

The Alpha and the fiery, compassionate, go-by-the-book beauty—who else would be worthy? But, of course, Morgan’s dream of a Thorin and Charna dynasty was officially dead.

Now, as much as she wanted to drop a truth bomb about Vesper’s chances with Charna—which was a big, round zero—she had the decency not to crush his fragile ego.

No need to tell him that the wolves in the pack had given up on that idea.

"Come on, Morgan. Tell me I’ve got a shot, right?" Vesper asked, his tone desperate, like he was trying to sell a used car that only had three wheels.

His ’Charna’s about to fall madly in love with me’ attitude had been replaced by the ’please, just tell me I’m not completely delusional’ plea.

It was honestly impressive how fast he could shift his delusions into a more palatable form.

"Uh..." Morgan blinked, struggling to find a response. Deciding to change the subject, she said, "So, Vesper, what’s this about Riona being the daughter of that infamous Remus? How did you not tell me about that?"

Vesper shrugged like it was no big deal. "Oh, that? She’s just the daughter of that traitor. Nothing special. Anyway, let’s focus on—"

"Wait, what do you mean nothing special? Of course, it’s important! Well, it was," Morgan interrupted, eyes wide.

Morgan couldn’t believe she hadn’t known this sooner. That little tidbit could’ve been her secret weapon for dealing with that vampire! Now Riona was gone, and it was just another useless fun fact.

Vesper rolled his eyes, annoyed. "I overheard Thorin, Puck, and Zane talking about it once. I mentioned it to the Zacharias too. They were super interested, obviously because they’re the ones who, you know, killed him."

"Wait—what?" Morgan blinked, trying to process what she just heard. Was she hallucinating? "Who killed who?"

"The Zacharias murdered Alpha Remus and his vampire wife," Vesper repeated, much clearer this time.

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