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chapter one hundred and eight
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The Alpha's Forbidden Auction Mate chapter one hundred and fourteen
Rowan's POVHealer Wren met us at the gathering hall's entrance, her hands stained dark from whatever tinctures she had been mixing all morning, exhaustion carved deep into every line of her face."Thirty four now," she said, not bothering with greetings. "Two more since the messenger left for Blackwood.""Show me the pattern," I said.She led us inside, where rows of cots lined the hall's floor, villagers young and old lying beneath damp cloths, some conscious and shaking, others still and pale in ways that made my stomach tighten with each passing bed. Mira moved immediately toward the nearest child, already reaching for a small trembling hand, and I forced myself to keep walking, trusting her instincts the way I had promised myself I would.Wren stopped beside a cot near the hall's center, gesturing toward the patient there, an older wolf named Garrick who I recognized vaguely from trade negotiations years earlier."Look at his arm," Wren said.I crouched beside the bed and studie
The Alpha's Forbidden Auction Mate chapter one hundred and thirteen
Mira's POVThe messenger arrived breathless, having apparently run most of the distance from the outlying village of Thornhollow, and the urgency in his voice pulled both Elias and Rowan from their morning meeting before he had even finished delivering his message properly."Sickness," he managed, still catching his breath. "It's spreading fast. Humans and wolves both, though it seems to affect each differently. We've lost three already, and Healer Wren says she's never seen anything like it."Rowan's expression sharpened immediately, the particular focused alertness I recognized from every genuine crisis we had faced together."How many are affected in total?" he asked."At least thirty, last count. Growing by the hour."I found myself, standing nearby, already thinking through what supplies the infirmary might need to properly assist, the instinct considerably more automatic now than it would have been months earlier, before weeks spent working alongside Maren had properly grounded
The Alpha's Forbidden Auction Mate chapter one hundred and twelve
Rowan's POVMira found me two evenings later, settling onto the same garden bench without needing to ask whether I intended to join her, the particular ease between us now assumed rather than uncertain."Can I tell you something?" she said, echoing my own question from days earlier, and I understood, from the deliberate way she offered it, that she had been considering this conversation for a while."Always."She was quiet for a moment, gathering herself the same way I had before sharing my own difficult history, and I waited patiently, understanding this particular vulnerability would arrive at whatever pace she needed."I don't remember my parents at all," she said finally. "Not even fragments. Grandma always told me they died when I was very young, though she was careful about the details, the same particular vagueness I've since realized probably hid considerably more than simple loss."I remained quiet, giving her the space to continue."Growing up without knowing them left a spe
The Alpha's Forbidden Auction Mate chapter one hundred and eleven
Mira's POVThe journals eventually reached a point where I needed to stop, not because I had exhausted the collection, but because my mind had grown too crowded with accumulated fragments to properly absorb anything further without some kind of pause. Rowan noticed before I fully admitted it to myself, appearing one evening with a tray and a suggestion that carried none of his usual careful restraint."Come outside," he said. "Just for tonight. The journals will still be here tomorrow."I agreed, mostly because some part of me recognized the wisdom in the suggestion even as another part resisted leaving the work unfinished.We walked out to the same garden bench where we had once sat beneath the stars, months earlier now, back when everything between us still carried the particular uncertain charge of feelings neither of us had properly voiced yet. The night air felt considerably cooler than I remembered from that first evening, autumn settling steadily over Blackwood's grounds, thoug
The Alpha's Forbidden Auction Mate chapter one hundred and ten
Rowan's POVI watched her change over the course of that week, gradually and then all at once, the particular restless energy she carried into the hidden room each morning shifting steadily into something closer to genuine obsession.I understood the pull, having felt something similar myself during my own long nights working through the observatory's star charts, though watching it consume Mira the way it had begun to worried me more than I initially expected. She stopped joining Elias for his usual afternoon teasing. She skipped meals entirely some days, the trays I brought each evening the only proper food she consumed at all. She stayed later and later, the candle burning low beside her hunched, focused figure long after most of the pack house had settled into sleep.I did not tell her to stop.Part of that restraint came from the promise I had made to her, the genuine commitment to stop deciding, on her behalf, what she could or could not properly handle. But part of it, I unders
The Alpha's Forbidden Auction Mate chapter one hundred and nine
Mira's POVI spent the following days buried in the hidden room, working through journal after journal with a focus that gradually pulled me away from almost everything else. Meals. Sleep. Conversations that used to fill my mornings at the infirmary. All of it faded into the background as I worked steadily through generations of careful, accumulated record keeping, searching for whatever pattern might finally explain the accelerating danger circling both of us.The entries came from considerably more voices than I initially expected. Some belonged to Alphas, their handwriting formal and precise, clearly written with the understanding that future generations would eventually need to read them. Others belonged to witches, their notes considerably more chaotic, scattered with symbols and half finished theories that took me hours to properly untangle. A few belonged to people whose names appeared nowhere else in any record I had access to, individuals who had apparently disappeared centur
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