Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unhinged Alpha's Slave Mate : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Lorenzo didn’t like the rain. In fact, just listening to the sound of the pattering water nearby would make him suddenly feel different. His mood would turn sour and his heart would race in a negative way. This was because in the past, he lost something precious when it was raining. What was probably worse than losing someone dear to you was losing something that person gave you before they left. It wasn’t that he was careless. Rather, he had lost his sanity for a time when his mate died and in the process, he lost a gift that she apparently left for him. “Alpha Prince, are you serious?” Rui, his beta, asked, when they exited the cabin. “What if your plan doesn’t work?” The rain had stopped then, the full moon gleaming above that lit up the quiet and dark forest. Everyone had dispersed, prepared to continue the hunt and finish the race. Lorenzo glanced at his beta once and said, “It’s the right thing to do so I will do everything to make it happen.” Rui worriedly stared at Alph

“Did you find your mate? Is she here?” Luna Sierra asked. Alpha Prince Felix knew his mother was a very frank woman. She hated beating around the bush. The only time she would treat another person with reservation was when she was facing Alpha Jake, his sons, and the elders of the pack. Otherwise, she would face them with brutal honesty. “It’s not like that,” Felix said with a sigh. He debated whether to tell his mother about this wish as he knew she wouldn’t let it go without asking his reason. However, he had already decided since he was in that temple. “For this matter, there’s no need for Mother to worry,” Felix said, his eyes beginning to close. Luna Sierra saw his exhausted expression and felt her heart filled with worry and concern. She let out a sigh. “Okay, I won’t ask more, but remember you can’t take just anyone as your mate. I won’t allow it! Your father wouldn’t like it, too.” Felix remained silent. With some hesitation, Luna Sierra decided to leave. She met Max and

If there was one thing Naya trusted, it was the certainty that people could always turn their backs on her. The West Wood Pack was no place for the weak or for strangers. When she came face to face with the assassin, she instantly sensed that this person knew the territory too well to be an outsider.A cold dagger pressed against her throat as she was slowly dragged to the side, away from the carriage. The servant and the guard who had been with her earlier were nowhere to be seen. Had the assassin killed them, too? Or were they all working together? A rough grip on her arm yanked her attention back. With a rope tied around her hands, she let the assassin lead her to the falls. The sound of water crashing against the rocks below drowned out every other noise, creating a curtain of isolation around them.The assassin dragged Naya until they reached the cliff's edge, the wind harsh and cold. Naya glanced down, seeing the massive rocks below, jagged and unforgiving, waiting like silent

Death was something no person could ever escape from. The reality of people who constantly fight to survive, to get a mission done, or sacrifice their own for a greater purpose was harsher than the truth of life itself. Options were not even given, and nobody in the list could dodge death freely as they would’ve wished to. Naya was the leader of the Midnight Seven. Naturally, her mission was greater than the rest of her group. In fact, she left without explaining her next plan to them. It was her own way of saving the people who didn’t have to do what she should and had to. Her feet were constantly a few steps away from death's door, but that didn't mean she would stop. It was similar to signing a deal with, of pledging your own life on the line - you couldn't really do anything about it but accept it when it comes. “I am prepared to die,” she always told herself whenever fear crept in her heart in some moments. Yet, in those moments, she would feel her knees tremble. With clenched

A sharp pain shot through Naya's head, like a flicker of lightning, making her wince. She panted softly, her lips barely moving as she lay on the damp, cool grass, its earthy scent mingling with the crisp morning air. In her mind, a familiar voice suddenly echoed, the words drowned in a static, stormy sound, except for three: “Luna Sandra’s daughter.”Naya’s heart raced and her frown turned deeper. In her dream, the face of Sana Azalea appeared. Bloodied yet with a smile, she looked at Naya and softly uttered her final words, “I’m glad… that I was able to meet Luna Sandra’s daughter.” Then, in an instant, Sana Azalea turned to dust, and darkness enveloped Naya. The oppressive blackness was suffocating, pressing in on her from all sides. She was trapped, unable to move, until a thread of white light appeared, pulling her towards it like a lifeline.Naya’s eyes snapped open as she gasped for breath, her lungs burning. As her vision adjusted to the soft, early light of dawn, she sensed