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Chapter Eighty Two - The Fractured Retreat
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A Dorm With My Alpha Mate Chapter One Hundred and Forty Three - The Acceptance
Sylvie's POVI heard the screaming from the wall.I'd been standing watch, as I always did, staring out at the dark forest and trying not to think about the weight in my chest that hadn't lifted since I killed Alistair. The night was quiet—too quiet, the way nights always were after violence. But then the screaming started, and quiet ended.I was moving before I consciously decided to. Down the stairs, through the corridors, my feet finding the fastest path by instinct. The screaming wasn't just one voice—it was many. Shouts. Cries. The raw, terrible sound of something gone horribly wrong.I burst into the main hall and stopped.Chaos. Bodies everywhere, struggling, shouting. In the center, near the hearth, a knot of people I couldn't see through. Blood on the floor—too much blood, spreading in dark pools that caught the firelight.And then I saw him.Malrick.On the ground. Grey-faced. Aria kneeling over him, her hands red, working frantically. I moved closer, shoving through the cr
A Dorm With My Alpha Mate Chapter One Hundred and Forty Two - What Have You Done
Kai's POVThe storage room door was solid oak, reinforced with iron bands. It had been built to keep supplies safe from thieves now it kept a broken man contained while the rest of us tried to figure out what came next.I stood outside it for a long moment, my hand on the cold iron lock, listening to the sounds on the other side. Sobs. Harsh, ragged, tearing sobs that sounded like they were ripping someone apart from the inside. The kind of crying that came from a place so deep most people never touched it.Finn leaned against the wall beside the door, his face drawn. He'd been the one to calm Bren down, to talk him out of the frenzy, to guide him here without anyone else getting hurt. His knuckles were scraped—from the struggle, probably—but he didn't seem to notice."Has he said anything?" I asked."Nothing coherent." Finn's voice was low. "Just... names. Mother. Father. Sister. Over and over."I nodded. Turned the lock. Opened the door.The storage room was small, cramped with barr
A Dorm With My Alpha Mate Chapter One Hundred and Forty One - Chaos
Kai's POVI was dreaming of fire, the ugly, hungry fire of burning forests—the kind that crackled and roared and consumed everything in its path. In the dream, I stood in the middle of it, turning in circles, searching for faces I couldn't find. My mother's face. Sylvie's face. Faces of wolves I'd lost, wolves I'd failed, wolves who'd trusted me to keep them safe.Then the screaming started.I woke with with a jolt drenched in sweat, my heart already pounding, my hand reaching for the blade, I was on my feet before I finished the sentence, blade in hand, already running toward the sound. The corridor was dark, but I knew every step by heart. My bare feet slapped against cold stone as I ran, the blade feeling useless in my hand because what blade could cut through whatever was making those sounds? What blade could undo whatever was happening?I burst into the main hall and the world stopped.Chaos.The word didn't cover it. Didn't come close. Bodies everywhere—not dead, but moving, sh
A Dorm With My Alpha Mate Chapter One Hundred and Forty - The Reckoning
Malrick's POVSleep had finally come, heavy and dreamless, pulling me under after hours of staring at the dark and feeling the wrongness press against my chest. I'd surrendered to it reluctantly, knowing I needed rest, knowing tomorrow would bring whatever it brought.I didn't expect it to bring a blade.The pain woke me before my eyes could open. White-hot, shocking, tearing through the fog of sleep like lightning through clouds. Something cold and sharp buried itself in my shoulder—deep, so deep I felt it scrape against bone.My eyes opened and Bren stood over me.His face was a mask of rage and grief and something else—something broken that had finally shattered. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but his eyes were dry, burning with a hatred so pure it took my breath away. The blade in his hand dripped with my blood."You," he breathed. I opened my mouth to speak—to say something, anything—but he was already moving again. The blade rose, caught the faint light from the dying embers,
A Dorm With My Alpha Mate Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine- Rage Unbound
Bren's POV"Bren." Kai's voice, low and careful. The voice you use with wounded animals and broken people. "Look at me."I didn't look."Bren, we need to talk about this. We need to understand what happened."I understood what happened. Malrick happened. Malrick happened to my family, to my childhood, to every peaceful moment I'd ever tried to build in the years since. Malrick happened, and now he sat at the other end of this hall, watching me like I was a problem to be solved, like I was the villain in this story instead of him."Get him out of here," I said. My voice flat "Get him out of my sight, or I can't promise—""Bren." Kai's hand touched my shoulder. "We'll figure this out. Together. But you need to calm down first."Calm down.The words were so stupid, so useless, so completely wrong that I almost laughed. Almost. The sound that came out instead was something between a sob and a snarl, and I saw Kai flinch.Calm down!? While the man who murdered my family sat twenty feet awa
A Dorm With My Alpha Mate Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight - The Truth of Malrick
Bren's POVThe memory hit me like a blade between the ribs.One moment I was floating in that grey space where nothing existed—no pain, no fear, no thought. The next, I was drowning in images I'd buried so deep I thought they'd never surface.But they did. They always do.I saw the house first. Small, wooden, smoke rising from the chimney. My mother—my adopted mother, I knew now—stood in the doorway, wiping her hands on her apron, smiling at something my father had said. My little sister chased a chicken across the yard, her laughter bright as bells.I was there too. Small. Maybe six years old. Sitting on the steps, whittling a stick with a knife my father had given me for my birthday.It was ordinary. Perfect. The kind of moment you don't appreciate until it's gone.And then it was gone.Horses. Thunder in the distance, becoming louder. My father's face changing—smile fading, eyes narrowing. He stepped forward, putting himself between the approaching wolves and his family.There were
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