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Celeb's Mercy
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THE MATE HE COULDN'T CLAIM Pledge of the Mother
##Chapter 046 ##The Pledge of the MotherThe Hollow Den breathed around me like a living creature. Every drip of water sliding down its stone walls, every flicker of moonlight through cracks above, seemed amplified inside my chest. After the marks had seared across my abdomen, after the Matrons had spoken with voices both blessing and curse, I believed nothing else could shake me.I was wrong.As silence stretched, Oya’s gaze weighed on me—not just her eyes, but the ghosts of all the women before me she seemed to carry in them. And in that moment, the truth struck. There was no going back.The line was broken. And I was its last thread.The child inside me shifted. At first only a flutter—so faint I thought I’d imagined it. Then again, stronger. A thrum beneath my hand. Not instinct, not heat. Life. Real.I sank to the cold stone, palm pressed to the faintly glowing marks on my belly. My throat closed, eyes stung, and this time I didn’t fight it. Tears slid hot down my cheeks as word
THE MATE HE COULDN'T CLAIM Marked By Moonlight
##Chapter 045##Marked by MoonlightThe night pressed heavy over the Hollow Den, a silence so absolute that every breath sounded like a betrayal. After the shadows we heard in the depths, Oya had set wards at every entrance and whispered prayers in a tongue that rasped like gravel. She told me to rest, but I couldn’t. My body was restless, my mind in constant churn, and my stomach—always twisting, always reminding me of the life growing inside.I sat near the entrance of the den, where the moonlight poured through a ragged split in the stone ceiling, painting the ground with pale silver. I thought it might calm me, but instead, the light seemed to hum against my skin, almost alive.And then I felt it.A warmth, deep in my core, blooming outward. At first I thought it was another wave of nausea. But this was different—tingling, sharp, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. I looked down instinctively, pulling the hem of my shirt aside.And froze.Faint silver lines glowed just beneath my
THE MATE HE COULDN'T CLAIM The Weight of Blood
##Chapter 044##The Weight of BloodThe Hollow Den was silent after the howls faded into the distance. Too silent. The kind of silence that pressed against my skull until my own heartbeat sounded like a war drum. I hadn’t slept. Not truly. Every time I closed my eyes, the darkness coiled around me like a living thing, dredging up half-formed dreams that left my skin damp and my nerves stretched taut.By dawn, my body felt heavy, leaden, as though I had carried someone else’s burden all night long. My stomach churned again—not the first time lately—and I pressed a hand against it instinctively. The gesture was automatic, unthinking, but my mind recoiled from the thought behind it.Pregnant.The word was a stone lodged in my throat. Mama Oya had spoken it aloud once already, her voice a sharp blade that cut too close to truth, but I hadn’t repeated it. To give it breath would be to make it real, and I wasn’t ready for reality. Not yet.“You’re pale.”Her voice sliced through the cavern’
THE MATE HE COULDN'T CLAIM Moon Blood
##Chapter 043##Moon BloodThe air inside Mama Oya’s den was thick with herbs, smoke, and something older—something that seemed to hum beneath my skin. The Appalachian night pressed close outside, the forest alive with cicadas and the distant howl of wolves, but here in this place, I felt as though the earth itself was holding its breath.Mama Oya stood in front of me, her aged hands moving with careful precision as she set bowls of dried sage, rosemary, and powdered roots onto the low wooden table. Her hair—black streaked with silver—fell in waves past her shoulders, and her eyes… they pierced. Always, they pierced.“You’ve been restless,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of centuries though it was barely above a whisper. “Your blood sings different than it did before.”My fingers curled against my thighs. I had told myself I wasn’t going to break down here, not in front of this woman who seemed to see everything I fought to hide. But the truth clung to me like a shadow I coul
THE MATE HE COULDN'T CLAIM Echoes of the Matron
##Chapter 0041##Echoes of MatronSleep came to me that night like an ambush. One moment I was lying awake in Mama Oya’s den, staring at the ceiling beams while the embers of the fire crackled low, and the next the weight of exhaustion dragged me under.But it wasn’t the kind of sleep that soothed. It was heavy, cloying, pulling me into something deeper.The world around me dissolved into silver light. My body felt weightless, and yet when I looked down at my hands, they weren’t mine. Pale fingers tipped with claws glimmered in moonlight. A chill swept over me as I realized—this was no ordinary dream.The air shifted, and suddenly I was standing in a vast clearing. The forest was familiar, yet wrong—trees taller than cathedrals, shadows that seemed to move on their own. Above, the moon blazed impossibly large, painting the world in stark white and deepest black.And then I saw her.A woman stood at the center of the clearing, her back to me. Her long hair tumbled in waves down her bac
THE MATE HE COULDN'T CLAIM Alpha by Right
Chapter 041–Alpha by RightThe stone chamber was cold against my bare feet, but I barely felt it. My skin burned with the echo of Mama Oya’s funeral pyre, the grief still raw, my heart a wound left open to the mountain winds. The rogues and outcasts who had followed me this far were gathered in a half circle, watching, their eyes sharp with expectation.Expectation and fear.I could hear it in the tremor of their breaths, smell it rolling off them like iron and frost. They had lost before. They had followed others before. Every Alpha who had risen against the established packs had eventually fallen. Some were crushed by the Council. Some were betrayed from within. Most were simply too weak to hold together wolves who had been broken by rejection, exile, and pain.And now all those shattered pieces had gathered here, staring at me.The Matron’s Crest sat on the pedestal before me—an ancient stone disc etched with curling runes and the faint shimmer of moonlight carved into its veins. I
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