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Chapter 104

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The sound of his footsteps echoed like a curse down the stone corridor. I didn’t flinch, didn’t breathe, didn’t even blink. I had trained myself into stillness, mastered the art of vanishing within my own skin. My spine remained straight despite the tremor crawling through it.

I kept my face a mask of calm, even though my insides boiled like a pot on the brink of overflow.

The stench of dark magic rode in with him—thick, invasive, unclean.

It curled around me like smoke from a dying fire, and I had to fight the instinct to gag. The monster had arrived. And I would be ready.

Sebastian entered like he owned the air around him. His presence always felt like a wound being reopened, over and over. Even when he smiled, there was no warmth—only possession. His gaze crawled over me like insects on skin, dissecting, claiming, and enjoying what he believed he had already conquered. I forced my heartbeat to slow, even though each thud felt like a cannon inside my chest. I refused to give him t
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  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 108

    I didn’t sleep.Even as dawn broke through the heavy velvet curtains like a thief, pale gold light spilling over the cold stone floors, I remained where I’d been for hours—sitting with my back to the wall, knees drawn to my chest, eyes wide open. My bones ached, but I didn’t care. Pain was familiar. It was safer than sleep. Sleep meant surrendering to dreams, and my dreams had long stopped offering comfort. These days, they were plagued with images I couldn't erase—of burning walls, blood-drenched roses, the weight of Sebastian's body above mine, his scent clinging to my skin like a brand. And worst of all, the silence.Not mine. His.That terrifying, calm silence he carried like a crown. Sleep could wait. I couldn’t afford to let my guard down, not now, not ever again.The engagement ring sat a few inches from my bare feet—small, glittering, mocking. At some point during the night, I had yanked it off my finger, not out of anger or despair, but because it felt like it was leechi

  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 107

    The hallways of the palace twisted like veins, ancient stone pulsating with secrets. My bare feet moved silently over the polished marble, the echoes of my steps swallowed by the suffocating quiet that followed me everywhere in this cursed place.I could still feel the imprint of Sebastian’s hand on my wrist—faint, fading—but it burned more than any brand. My body might’ve been released from his grip, but my soul? It remained chained, bruised in places no one could see.I passed by guards who dared not meet my eyes. Maybe they feared I’d turn them to ash with a glance, or maybe they just couldn’t stomach the sight of me anymore—his "Mute Queen," the broken plaything he paraded through court like a joke only he understood. My silence had once been a prison. Now it was my weapon. Because in a world ruled by beasts who barked and roared, silence could be far more terrifying.The door to my chamber creaked open with that same high-pitched groan I’d come to hate. Of course, he was alre

  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 106

    The grand hall was a cathedral of shadows and secrets, lit only by the flicker of blue fire that danced along the enchanted sconces. Gold-trimmed obsidian walls loomed around us, casting strange reflections in the polished onyx floor. At the center of the room, a long, bone-white table stretched like a spine through the chamber, set with crystalline goblets, gleaming silverware, and food that shimmered with illusionary charm. The feast looked divine—but I knew better. In this place, even beauty had venom in its veins.I stood beside Sebastian, draped in midnight silk, my wrists adorned with cuffs that looked like jewelry but were enchanted restraints. My hair had been styled by his witches—twisted and pinned with thorns of black gold. A collar of sapphire fire circled my throat like a halo of defiance, hiding the faint marks of chains. My face was calm. My hands are steady. But beneath the mask, my pulse thudded like war drums.This dinner was no celebration. It was a declaration.

  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 105

    Killian’s POVThe cold wasn't just an external temperature—it was a crawling, living thing that wormed beneath my skin like icy leeches sucking the warmth straight out of my bones. It coiled around my ribs, slithered down my spine, and settled like a parasite in my lungs, making each breath feel like inhaling shards of glass. But despite the frost biting at my flesh, it couldn’t compete with the wildfire raging in my veins. My blood boiled with something far worse than pain—something older and more primal. Rage. Betrayal. Power.It pulsed in me, wild and relentless, like a creature too long caged. And in the background of it all, my heartbeat thundered—a beast slamming against bars, a war drum in the distance, pounding louder and louder until it was all I could hear.I wasn’t free. Not really. The illusion whispered freedom, but the sting of silver still wrapped around my limbs like a cruel lover. I was still Sebastian’s prisoner, chained beneath stone, magic, and madness—but my m

  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 104

    The sound of his footsteps echoed like a curse down the stone corridor. I didn’t flinch, didn’t breathe, didn’t even blink. I had trained myself into stillness, mastered the art of vanishing within my own skin. My spine remained straight despite the tremor crawling through it. I kept my face a mask of calm, even though my insides boiled like a pot on the brink of overflow. The stench of dark magic rode in with him—thick, invasive, unclean.It curled around me like smoke from a dying fire, and I had to fight the instinct to gag. The monster had arrived. And I would be ready.Sebastian entered like he owned the air around him. His presence always felt like a wound being reopened, over and over. Even when he smiled, there was no warmth—only possession. His gaze crawled over me like insects on skin, dissecting, claiming, and enjoying what he believed he had already conquered. I forced my heartbeat to slow, even though each thud felt like a cannon inside my chest. I refused to give him t

  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 103

    The corridors of Blackspire Castle twisted like veins beneath rotting skin—endless, cold, and unnervingly silent. Each step I took was a whisper in the dark, bare feet padding along stone etched with centuries of secrets. The windows here—shattered, fractured—bled moonlight in broken beams, casting ghostlike patterns on the cracked floors. I didn’t belong in this forgotten wing, and yet, something inside me pulsed with recognition. These walls weren’t abandoned. They were watching. As my fingers drifted along the crumbling stone, a soft draft tickled my skin—an invisible breath against my wrist. It came from behind a moth-eaten tapestry. My instincts flared. Something was hidden. And I was done ignoring the things that begged to be uncovered.I drew back the fabric with trembling hands, revealing what should have been impossible to see—a door, ancient and seamless, carved into the stone like it had grown there. My heartbeat didn’t quicken. No, it coiled in my chest like a serpen

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