Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Alpha: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Marcus pressed his back to the cold stone wall, his breath steady but shallow, his pulse pounding in his ears. The corridor ahead was silent—eerily so. Every instinct in him screamed that she was close.Chloe.He didn’t need a scent or a sound. He felt it in his soul, in the invisible tether that had bound him to her since the moment their eyes first met. It pulled at him now—tight, desperate, as if her heart was reaching out through the walls.He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat.He hadn’t allowed himself to feel—not like this. Not during the planning, the infiltration, the killings. But now, on the threshold, everything he’d buried came rushing back.I just want to hold her again.He imagined her smile, the way her lips curled up slightly before she laughed. The way she used to tuck her hair behind her ear when she was nervous. The way her body fit perfectly in his arms like it had always belonged there.He wanted to live, not just survive. With her. With peace. With free

The moment Reva stepped into the chamber, everything around Chloe seemed to blur. Time slowed, air caught in her lungs, and her heart began to pound so loudly that she could barely hear the sound of her own breath.It was real.Not a dream. Not another cruel illusion designed by Daven.Reva stood just beyond the threshold, bathed in the moonlight pouring through the small barred window. Her dark cloak was torn from travel, her hair windblown, and beside her stood Viktor, his gaze sharp and alert, his hand already resting on the hilt of his blade.Chloe couldn’t move at first. Her eyes locked on them, her lips parting in disbelief. She blinked, afraid they would disappear if she looked away.But they didn’t.Reva stepped forward.And with a smile, Chloe stood, laughter bubbling from her chest.“You’re here,” she whispered.Selena, still frozen near the edge of the room, blinked in disbelief. “They… they actually got in?”“I told you,” Chloe breathed, her voice breaking into a whisper. “

The deeper Marcus moved through the winding stone corridors of Daven’s fortress, the stronger the feeling grew. It started as a whisper in the marrow of his bones, then surged like wildfire through his veins—fierce, unmistakable.Chloe.He stopped in his tracks.It wasn’t a vague sense anymore. It was real. Tangible. Her soul, her presence, her very essence had returned to him. The bond that had been cold and broken for too long now glowed like a sun rising inside him.His heart raced with overwhelming relief.She was alive.More than that—she was free.And only one person could’ve undone the magic that had severed her wolf.Reva.He exhaled deeply, his jaw tightening as emotion swelled in his chest. He could almost see them now—Reva guiding Chloe through the tunnels, Viktor leading them to the hidden path. His people. His family.She’s safe. She’s with them.But he wasn’t done.He turned, feet shifting on the cold stone floor, ready to retrace his steps and get to the rendezvous point

The forest was thick with shadows and smoke, the air vibrating with the aftermath of the chaos they had just escaped. The plan had been simple—slip in, get Chloe, and get out without being seen. But the fortress had turned into a battleground, and now everything they had hoped to avoid had erupted into war behind them.Viktor pushed through the last of the trees, his cloak torn, his boots coated in mud and blood. His hand was firm on Chloe’s arm, guiding her forward, though she needed little help. She moved with quiet resolve, her eyes scanning the mist ahead, her breaths shallow but steady. Despite the exhaustion weighing on her limbs, despite the pain still echoing from her time in Daven’s prison, she pressed on without complaint. The only thing keeping her upright was the need to keep moving, to reach the one person who had torn through fire to reach her.Up ahead, a shadow shifted against the gray veil of mist. It was Marcus’s uncle—an older man with a warrior’s build, silver in hi

The gates of the Stormborn Pack creaked open with the groan of old iron, revealing the stone-paved courtyard that had once been a place of quiet, orderly routine. But today, it was filled with something else entirely—whispers.Pack members gathered in hushed clusters as the battered group returned from the rogue territory. Murmurs spread like wind through dry leaves. Faces turned in disbelief, eyes widened, and mouths parted as they beheld the impossible.Chloe was alive.Wrapped in a borrowed cloak, her hair tangled from the journey, she looked nothing like the proud Luna she had once been. She was thinner, her steps slower, and her face bore the weariness of survival—but her eyes, blue and burning, were unmistakable. Some looked away in guilt, others in awe. Everyone had mourned her. Many had already buried her in their hearts.And yet here she was—walking beside their Alpha like the storm hadn’t broken her at all.Marcus walked with his hand gently pressed to the small of her back,