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Chapter 123

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The storm didn’t arrive with thunder. It came quiet, like rot beneath marble, seeping through cracks no one cared to seal. I woke in darkness, not the kind that sleeps, but the kind that breathes. The kind that watches.

My room felt foreign, as if the walls had grown closer overnight, as if the air had thickened with secrets. I sat up slowly, every muscle remembering the war we had not yet named.

The rebellion had begun—but not in swords.

In silence.

In choices.

In ghosts no one saw but me.

The candle I lit sputtered before catching, its flame twitching like it, too, wanted to flee. I didn’t blame it.

I moved to the armoire, pulled out the green velvet cloak stitched with the sigil of my mother’s bloodline. Not royal. Older. Wilder.

The wolves that ran before there were thrones. My fingers lingered on the embroidery, the serpent with wings, swallowing its tail. I draped it around my shoulders and fastened the clasp like armor. Not for warmth. For warning.

I stepped out into the co
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  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 127

    The heavy doors groaned as they swung open, revealing a vast chamber shrouded in shadows, flickering faintly with the glow of distant torchlight. The air was thick with the scent of old stone and something darker—an undercurrent of decay and deceit that seeped from the very walls like a poison. Every step I took echoed in the cavernous space, each sound magnified and distorted by the hollow vastness, as if the chamber itself were holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable confrontation. At the far end, the throne loomed, a grotesque monument carved from blackened obsidian, jagged and cold, crowned with spikes that seemed to pierce the very ceiling.Sebastian sat upon it like a king dethroned yet unyielding, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous mixture of fury and cunning, the lines of cruelty etched deep into his face like a map of every betrayal he had ever dealt or endured.My gaze locked onto him, unblinking and sharp as the blade at my side. The years of exile, pain, and rele

  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 126

    The air after the first wave of battle was heavy, thick with the acrid stench of smoke and the copper tang of fresh blood, seeping from wounds both seen and unseen. The ground beneath my boots was churned into a slick, morbid tapestry of mud, crushed stone, and shattered bone, each step sinking deeper into the chaos that had transformed this ancient courtyard into a brutal proving ground. Around me, the clash of steel had given way to the ragged cries of the wounded and the guttural growls of the dying, a haunting symphony that played like a dirge beneath the storm-dark sky. Yet, amidst the carnage, my senses sharpened—each sound, each flicker of movement, every shift of shadow painted a map of survival and victory. My pulse hammered against my ribs with a relentless rhythm, not from fatigue, but from the raw, electric pulse of adrenaline and unwavering resolve that surged through every fiber of my being.I was no longer the exiled girl whispered about in hushed tones—today, I was

  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 125

    The first light of dawn fractured the horizon like a blade slicing through the thick fog of night, but there was no softness in its touch, only a harsh, cold clarity that spilled over the shattered walls of the outer gate we had seized. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood, a grim perfume that clung to every breath and burned the throat with its raw, unrelenting truth. Around me, the soldiers moved like shadows shaped from ash and iron—faces streaked with soot, eyes burning with feverish purpose, bodies slick with sweat and fresh grime, each one carrying the weight of countless betrayals and years spent in silence, waiting for this single moment to rewrite the destiny that had been forced upon us. The castle itself groaned, ancient stone quaking beneath the impact of hooves and siege engines, the very foundations rattling as if awakening from a centuries-long nightmare only to find a new horror clawing its way from the depths. I could feel the pulse of the e

  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 124

    The wind that swept through the castle grounds didn’t howl—it screamed. It clawed at the windowpanes and tore at the hem of the morning like a beast half-maddened by hunger. The air carried something new today—not just cold, not just storm—but omen. As I stood by the frost-laced window in the eastern wing, the one Sebastian had sealed off years ago after declaring it unfit for royal presence, I let my fingers rest against the glass. I could feel the vibration. Something in the bones of the castle was shifting. Something ancient, restless, and ready.I didn’t wear the gown chosen for me by the seamstresses. I had burned it. In its place, I wore the leathers of my bloodline—forest green stitched with obsidian thread, the sigil of my mother’s house woven just beneath the collar.It didn’t shine.It didn’t shimmer. It breathed like armor passed from spirit to spirit. Every seam was a memory.Every thread, a vow. My boots were scuffed from tunnel dirt, and my hands bore the faint ink

  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 123

    The storm didn’t arrive with thunder. It came quiet, like rot beneath marble, seeping through cracks no one cared to seal. I woke in darkness, not the kind that sleeps, but the kind that breathes. The kind that watches. My room felt foreign, as if the walls had grown closer overnight, as if the air had thickened with secrets. I sat up slowly, every muscle remembering the war we had not yet named.The rebellion had begun—but not in swords.In silence.In choices. In ghosts no one saw but me. The candle I lit sputtered before catching, its flame twitching like it, too, wanted to flee. I didn’t blame it.I moved to the armoire, pulled out the green velvet cloak stitched with the sigil of my mother’s bloodline. Not royal. Older. Wilder. The wolves that ran before there were thrones. My fingers lingered on the embroidery, the serpent with wings, swallowing its tail. I draped it around my shoulders and fastened the clasp like armor. Not for warmth. For warning.I stepped out into the co

  • The Alpha's Mute Mate    Chapter 122

    He said nothing more. He didn’t have to. We both knew the storm had no center now. It was coming from all directions. And I stood in its heart, not as a victim—but as the reckoning.Dorian’s silence was its own kind of confirmation.A shared truth passed between us, wordless but heavy. There was no need for further strategy, no list of names or orders to be issued. The machine was already turning. The storm, once contained in whispers and warnings, had broken free. And it wasn’t mine alone anymore. The rebellion was in the blood of farmers and former slaves, in the bruised knuckles of kitchen girls who trained with daggers at midnight, in the eyes of boys who had watched their mothers executed for defiance.It wasn’t a single flame. It was a wildfire. And I stood in its center not as a martyr. Not as a hopeful girl clinging to lost causes. I stood as its blade. Its breath. It's reckoning. Not broken. Not bowed. But ready to tear down the old world with nothing but the fury forged fro

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