Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Rogue's Exiled Mate: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 37

As Kira delved into my fractured soul, our world dissolved into a swirling vortex of memories and emotions. I felt myself being pulled through the tapestry of my past, each thread unraveling to reveal moments of pain, resilience, and transformation. We arrived at a pivotal memory: the day I was imprisoned for a crime I didn’t commit, accused of my father’s murder. The cold, damp cell, the weight of silver chains, and the echoing footsteps of her brothers haunted my senses. I recalled the despair that had threatened to consume me and the flicker of defiance that kept my spirit alive. Kira’s presence was a comforting anchor as we navigated through the darkness. She guided me to confront the shadows of my past, urging me to acknowledge the pain and betrayal I had endured. With each revelation, I felt a piece of my fragmented soul begin to mend, the void within me slowly filling with newfound strength and clarity. Emerging from the trance, my eyes met Kira’s, a silent understanding p

I woke to fire. Wendigo corpses smoldered, their stench choking. Three figures loomed above me, blurred in the flames. “You slew them,” a pale man whispered. “Four Wendigos. Wolfsbane did its work.” Beside me, a woman stirred, blind eyes opening. “Did it… work?” she asked. The tall one growled, pulling her close. “It worked. And it blinded you.” He seized the pale man, slammed him into ash. “Touch my mate again and I’ll rip you apart.” The pale man coughed blood, laughing. “Ungrateful mutts. I may have forgotten a detail… Wolfsbane has side effects. Blindness… or memory loss.” Another man stepped forward. His face was calm, but his eyes—his eyes burned like they’d split the earth. “Nyra,” he whispered, voice breaking. “It’s me.” The name struck like an echo, hollow in my chest. I searched his face, desperate to know him. Nothing. “Who are you?” I whispered. His jaw clenched. His hands shook. “Damn it. Not again.” He turned his fury on the pale man. “You’ve taken everything fro

Creed’s POV I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to rip Amendus apart where he stood. His retreat didn’t matter. He would be back. And next time, he wouldn’t come alone. But right now, my focus was her. Nyra. She was alive, powerful, but fragile. Her memories were fragmented, like glass shards floating in a dark ocean. Every flicker of recognition hurt me, because she could almost remember me… but she didn’t. I could feel the bond, though—weak, but tethered. And that was enough. I pulled her close, wrapping her trembling body in my arms. “I don’t care what it takes,” I murmured against her hair. “I’ll bring you back. I’ll make you remember. Even if it kills me.” Her hands twitched, caught between fighting me and holding on. I could see the struggle—the battle inside her head between herself and Kira’s lingering essence. And I knew it wouldn’t be easy. Alpha Ace’s POV Ace had been standing guard, fur bristling, eyes scanning the dark forest. He relaxed slightly as Amendus retr

The Mistbane territory stretched endlessly under the rising sun, a tapestry of dense forests, sparkling rivers, and jagged cliffs that marked the pack’s dominion. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine, earth, and the distant ocean. Birds sang in the canopy, wolves howled in the valley, and somewhere in the distance, a river rushed over rocks with soothing rhythm. It was alive—and under the careful stewardship of Creed and Nyra, it thrived.Creed walked beside me along the cliffside, his tall frame steady, exuding authority that the pack had learned to respect. His golden eyes scanned the horizon, but every so often, they softened as they fell on me. My fingers brushed against his, and he responded with a gentle squeeze, a silent reminder that no matter the power he wielded as Alpha, I was always at the center of his world.“Look at them,” I murmured, watching the young shifters tumble and train below in the clearing. “They’re… growing strong.”Creed’s lips curved into a