All Chapters of THE DISABLED MATE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A man clad in a perfectly tailored black suit strode purposefully through the dimly lit corridors of the prison, his polished shoes echoing ominously against the cold, stone floor. The scent of blood thickened the air, metallic and suffocating, as he neared the scene of carnage that awaited him.Three bodies lay sprawled across the ground, their lifeless forms contorted unnaturally. Blood painted the cracked walls in violent splashes, pooling in dark, sluggish rivers around them. The flickering fluorescent light overhead cast eerie shadows over the grim tableau, making the red stains appear even more sinister.The man in the suit exhaled sharply, his fingers raking through his neatly styled hair in irritation.“What a mess,” he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. His jaw tightened as his cold, calculating eyes assessed the aftermath of what had transpired. He hated unnecessary complications."Just as you instructed, I only intervened when there was no other choice," the young m

One Week Later – Cassandra’s POVA week had passed since the night my world shattered—again.After being pumped full of painkillers, healing salves, and who knows what other forms of medicines, I was finally discharged from the Royal Infirmary, but instead of being taken back to familiar territory or even to my pack lands, I was delivered straight to the Royal Palace.Not just the audience chamber, where visitors are usually entertained. No, this time felt different. Permanent.I'd been to the Palace a handful of times before, always in my father's company. He wanted me to be familiar with the place, saying, “It’s important for a future leader to be at ease where power resides.” Back then, I thought he was just showing me off—his proud Alpha daughter. Now I wondered if he had known more than he ever let on.Maybe that’s why Scott hated me with such intensity—why his resentment festered until it turned into something monstrous. He’d always known I was being prepared for something bigger

I stood before the grand mirror in my chambers, eyes scanning my reflection, searching for something—anything—that would offer me a clue about what was happening. The stillness of the room, the haunting quiet of the Palace, all of it felt suffocating. My mind raced, but I couldn’t make sense of it. I could still hear the voice echoing in my head: “You’re not safe here...”A sudden knock broke through my thoughts, pulling me from the storm brewing inside me. The door opened, and a maid stepped inside, her face tense, and her gaze lowered.“Lady Cassandra,” she began hesitantly, “His Highness requests your presence in the Hall of Counsel.”My pulse quickened. Lenox.“Very well,” I replied, trying to keep the edge of urgency from my voice as I stepped past her.NARRATOR'S POV"How’s the progress? How much hatred have we accumulated so far?" the man asked lazily, reclining in his seat, his fingers idly tapping against the armrest."It hasn’t moved an inch yet, Your Highness," the head witc

The door that led to the room was unsettling—more like a vault than an entrance, cold and ominous, as if designed solely to imprison someone. And Cassandra felt it deep in her bones—that someone was her.The room itself was surprisingly spacious. It had everything one would need to survive: a bed, a small kitchen, even a closet with clean clothes. It was pristine, well-lit, and eerily sterile—clearly maintained with care, yet too well-hidden to be part of the main palace. No, this place was beneath the garden—buried like a secret.Lenox had uncovered it by lifting a section of stone flooring, revealing a narrow staircase that spiraled downward for what felt like fifty steps. At the bottom stood another heavy steel door—the true gate to the prison where Cassandra now found herself.She’d barely processed the chilling space when Lenox approached her, his towering form a shadow against the light. His claws extended slowly, gleaming like daggers under the glow. His eyes burned a deep, fur

LENOX'S POVIt’s been two months since Cassandra vanished—without a sound, without a trace. One moment, she was being escorted to her chamber by my most trusted servants after arriving at the Palace. The next, she was gone.That night, after I finished my duties, I sent for her, eager to dine together. A small, simple moment I had long anticipated. But when my guards arrived at her room, it was empty. No scent. No struggle. Nothing.I told myself she ran because she finds me repulsive and couldn't stomach the thought of being mine.Maybe she knew. Maybe she figured out that I was the one who made James mark that counterfeit mate. I crafted that illusion to sever their bond. To divide them. To ensure she would have no one else.I’m the Prince of this realm. The strongest living shifter, second only to my father, the King. Royal blood courses through my veins, yet here I am, lowering myself to manipulation and deceit—just for a chance to keep my mate close.I had her family investigate