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Chapter 8 - Will to Fight.
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The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha Chapter 139 — The Currency of Want
Mara Morning tastes like honey and warmth. Not the kind born of victory or relief those are sharp intoxicating but the quiet sweetness of survival. Of choosing each other before the world intrudes again. Of waking beside him and knowing we fought for this. That we earned it. Sunlight illuminates the long breakfast table in Damon's private dining room, gilding the edges of the china and glass. Light is captured by the crystal and thrown in broken rainbows across the walls. The windows are slightly open letting in the crisp scent of pine and dew. A breeze stirs the curtains and carries with it the scent of the gardens below. Somewhere beyond the estate walls the pack is waking already murmuring with politics and plans and unease. I can feel the pulse of it even from here that low hum of wolves preparing for whatever comes next. But in here— In here it is just us. With his sleeves pushed up to his forearms and his jacket thrown away Damon sit across from me. His hair is still a t
The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha Chapter 138 — The Shape of Lies
Mara Morning arrives gradually. Not gently nothing in the past twenty four hours merits that term but softly enough that the world doesn't instantly break me again when I wake up. Sheer curtains let in pale, circumspect light, as though even the sun knew better than to rush me. The room has a subtle scent of crushed herb and something sweet and metalic that I know is magework. Traditional magic. cautious magic. Grounding magic. I lie still for a moment cataloging myself. I'm hurting. Everywhere. The kind of pain that penetrates deep into the bone and is persistent rather than acute. My wrists are slightly bruised where the rope formerly bit into the skin and my throat is raw from howling. But I am alive. And whole. Kira? I ask quietly. Here she answers at once solid and steady a presence curled warm around my spine. I did not go anywhere. Relief loosens something tight in my chest. I breathe in. Slowly. Deliberately. The mage is standing close to the distant wall, carefu
The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha Chapter 137 — When the Night Answers
Mara's POV The wrong type of silence greets me when I wake up. Not the hush of Damon's estate where even silence breathes with intention. Not the measured stillness of guards changing shifts or the distant heartbeat of a pack at rest. This quiet is empty. Hollow. My thoughts get too loud inside my skull as it pounds against my ears. The first thing I register is cold. It was a moist uneven cold that seeped into my back, shoulders, and palms rather than the crisp coolness of stone flooring or morning air. Earth. leaves. The smell of old rain and pine sap, strong and unpleasant. Forest. My eyes flicker open. I am met with darkness. layered rather than complete. Moonlight fractures into thin streamers that cut across gloom and vanish again as it filters weakly through an unseen canopy. With their sturdy trunks and tangled branches with trees tower like vigilant sentinels. No sounds. No birds. No insects. Wrong. This is incorrect in every way. My head aches. Pounding. Sick
The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha Chapter 136 — When the Moon Draws a Line
Mara's POV The pack gathered like a living tide. Not orderly. Not perfectly unified. But present. That alone told me how deep today had cut. They came from all around Redwind, elders leaning on carved canes polished by decades of rule merchants who had shut down their stalls in the middle of comerce and hunters with dirt stil on their boots. Wolve who had never held a sword in their life stood side by side with warrior. Rank blurred. Blood tie vanished. The fact that they had arrived was all that was important. I had never seen that many in one location. The grounds could barely hold them. They spilled out beyond the formal gathering space. Into the gardens. Along the pathways. Some climbed trees to see. Children sat on their parents' shoulders. Before the council rose the open spaces were alive with tension. I could sense it in the way the air quivered against my skin heavy with scents too complex to distinguish: wonder mixed with dread, old and bitter bitterness and relief
The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha Chapter 135— The House Knows
Seraphina's POV The house knows we've lost. It greets us with silence too heavy to be accidental, the wards dimmed, the lights low, the air stale as if it has been holding its breath since word traveled faster than we did. Even the stone beneath my feet feels colder and resentful. This place was built for Alphas. It does not welcome dethroned kings. The doors seal behind us with a sound that feels final. Like a tomb closing. Darius does not speak. Neither do I. We walk through the entry hall like ghosts with cloaks discarded and boots echoing too loudly in a space that once bowed to us. The Alpha crest still hangs on the far wall, our crest, but I know it is already meaningless. Symbols die quickly once power abandons them. I can still see it when I close my eyes. The trial. The circle scorched into the ground. The watching packs. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. All of them witnessing. Damon standing across from Darius, bloodied but steady eyes clear with a certainty
The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha Chapter 134 — After the Moon Speaks
Mara's POV The arena did not empty all at once. It never did after moments like that moments that rewrote history. Wolves lingered in clusters, voices low, eyes sharp and every movement charged with aftermath. Victory did not dissolve tension. It refined it. Some were celebrating. Embracing. Laughing with relief. Others stood apart. Watching. Calculating. Deciding what this meant for them. I stood at the edge of the arena with Damon beside me. His breathing had steadied. The silver was fading from his eyes but slowly. He was still riding the high of it. The Moon's power. The dominance. I could feel it through the bond. Hot. Electric. Elder Summers found me before the weight of it all could settle too deeply. She moved slowly still healing but her presence remained formidable, unyielding in a way only elders who had survived both loyalty and betrayal could manage. Her husband stayed a respectful step behind her silent as ever but watchful. Always watching. Always ready. "M
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