Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate-Chapter 131: Fang vs. Fur

With Thorin, Puck, and Zane away on their mission to uncover the Blood Moon child’s power and its potential effects on Thorin, Charna once again found herself in charge of the pack.

Despite the weight of leadership, she handled the responsibilities well—organizing daily activities and assigning tasks with ease. Yet, there was one glaring issue she couldn’t ignore.

The pack had grown increasingly hostile towards the vampires. Now that Florian had woken up, the werewolves expected him and his sibling to contribute, just as every member of the pack was required to.

But Florian wouldn’t leave his room, which made things difficult. Even Riona, who was always on his side, had a hard time getting through to him.

"They’re not our prince and princess. That’s not how we do things here," one werewolf grumbled. "In a pack, everyone helps out. You don’t just sit around, expecting food and shelter for free."

Vesper added, barely containing his annoyance, "I knew it. They think they’re above us—like we’re their servants. They think we’re just here to serve them."

"I still don’t see why Thorin brought them here," a female werewolf said with the same frustration. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The werewolves nodded in agreement, momentarily forgetting their earlier excitement when Florian had first stirred from his deep sleep.

"Isn’t the snob dating Thorin?" someone asked. It was an innocent question, but when Morgan saw the dark look on Charna’s face, she lost her temper.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Why would a werewolf choose a vampire, when there’s a perfectly suitable, beautiful werewolf ready to be his mate?"

Morgan crossed her arms, her chest rising and falling as she breathed hard with anger.

"Don’t drag me into this," Charna sighed. She couldn’t let the werewolves gossip any more about the vampires, or the tension would only get worse.

Thorin had made it clear that Riona was one of them, and even though Charna didn’t feel the same way, she was determined to make Riona feel welcome.

If Thorin saw Riona as part of the pack, then she was part of the pack—no matter what anyone else said. Besides, Charna didn’t want to despise someone she barely knew. It wasn’t in her nature to hold such feelings without reason.

"Are you really going to just stand by, Charna? You should convince Thorin to kick them out instead of letting them walk all over us!"

"Don’t you have feelings for Thorin? How can you be okay with him being taken right in front of you? Werewolves don’t just give up, Char."

Charna blushed, caught off guard by how the conversation had shifted to her personal life. She bit her lip, shaking her head. "I’ll handle it myself. You should focus on your own tasks."

"Come on, this isn’t just about you," another werewolf chimed in, despite the others having hinted that their dislike for Riona stemmed from Charna’s feelings for Thorin.

"She’s right, Char," someone else added. "This isn’t just personal. It’s about the whole pack. The community we’ve worked so hard to build. Do you really want to see it fall apart because of two dumb, stuck-up vampires?"

Charna didn’t agree with their unfounded hatred, but she understood where it was coming from. In their tight-knit community, it was an unspoken rule that every pack member contributed in some way.

Even the pups had their duties after school and naps. The elders, though they had trouble walking, still helped from home—cooking, sewing clothes, cleaning weapons, or making things that could help the pack.

But then these two vampires had shown up out of nowhere, expecting to be part of the community without offering anything in return. It felt wrong to the werewolves, and Charna could see why they were upset.

"I’ll talk to them," Charna finally said. "But let me be clear about one thing: no one is taking anything from me, alright? Thorin isn’t mine."

After Charna left to handle the situation, the remaining werewolves didn’t quiet down. Instead, their criticism of Riona and Florian grew louder and more vicious, attacking their characters.

"Can you stop that?" Trudy stepped in, hoping that she wasn’t too late this time. She had assumed that Charna’s actions would calm the pack since she had listened to their complaints and taken steps to address them.

Morgan scoffed, finding Trudy’s defense of the vampires absurd. "Did she pay you or something? Why are you so eager to win her favor? Do you want a special position in the vampire world and live in luxury?"

"It’s true she’s distant," another werewolf said. "We’re not badmouthing her; we’re just sharing our experiences."

Morgan nodded in agreement. "Yeah. From what we’ve seen, they’re arrogant. They haven’t made any effort to fit in or be accepted. They’ve kept to themselves from the start."

"Of course she’s distant," Trudy argued. "She’s in a new place, surrounded by people she doesn’t know. Vampires and werewolves have different lifestyles, so it’s natural she might struggle to adapt."

Clenching her fists, Trudy looked up at the taller Morgan. "But instead of helping her adjust and appreciate our way of life, you’ve done everything you can to make her life harder."

"Me? When have I ever done that?" Morgan asked, acting surprised.

Trudy rolled her eyes. "You even tricked her into wearing white on the ritual morning. That wasn’t just a petty move; it was an insult to our ancestors."

***

Emperor Kaan was feeling quite satisfied. He had made his marriage proposal for Riona clear, even though King Valentin had declined it, using her ties to the werewolf Alpha as the reason.

But that didn’t matter. The marriage wasn’t valid since it hadn’t taken place in the grand chapel—there was no official record. Emperor Kaan could easily use this to disrupt their relationship.

As they walked down the hallway, his aide asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, why did you tell King Valentin about Elder Alfred’s move?"

Emperor Kaan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Yes, he had shared the offer, but King Valentin hadn’t seemed surprised.

"I never intended to become the King of Eira," Emperor Kaan replied smoothly. "He’ll be too distracted by the mutiny to stop me from pursuing his niece."

The aide hesitated but pressed on, "I trust you’ve considered all the...complications that may arise?"

The emperor understood the hint immediately. The aide was reminding him that Riona was no longer in the palace—they had seen her taken by the werewolves.

How could a wedding proceed when the bride herself was missing? Even if King Valentin agreed, no marriage could happen without her.

"An engagement can be arranged without both parties present," Emperor Kaan replied calmly. "And no one would question a man retrieving his own fiancee, would they?"

The message was clear: Emperor Kaan knew where Riona was. The werewolves wouldn’t stop him from claiming her as his rightful betrothed.

The aide nodded in understanding, but just then, Emperor Kaan abruptly stopped. The aide was caught off guard and nearly collided with him, stumbling sideways as he barely managed to regain his balance. His breath quickened.

"What is it, Your Majesty?" the aide asked nervously.

Emperor Kaan’s expression hardened as he scanned the area, his body tense. A shiver crept down his spine—something felt off.