《His Forbidden Mate》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

Alicia’s mind was consumed with thoughts of Damon and what Julie had told her the previous day. She felt torn between wanting to help Damon and remembering how he had denied her before her brother, Fidelis. But she couldn’t bear the thought of him rotting in a cage for something he didn’t do.At least, Julie said he wasn't.As the night wore on, she grew more and more restless. Even nature seemed not to have an idea how to help her. She tried to distract herself by reading a book, but her mind kept wandering back to Damon. She knew she had to do something to help him, but she didn’t know what.Before Damon came, she had never gotten into the alpha's bad books, but by always offering him support when no one else did, she had earned herself an unwanted tag before lord Cage…"That stranger would eventually tear us apart," he had told her.Earlier that day, she had gone to the alpha to plead for Damon's release."Father, you know that Tom is a liar," she began."What do you want?," he jus

Alicia’s heart raced as she watched her brother, Fidelis, raise his hand to strike Damon. She knew that if he did, it would be the end of him. She stepped forward, her voice shaking as she begged him to spare Damon’s life. “Please, Fidelis,” she said, “he could be useful to us. We don’t have to kill him.”"What do you expect me to tell father, eh? I should tell him that he's right to think I'm not ready to take after him? Or that you've always been his anointed one, the one that will never break a sweat while executing his order? Tell me, Alicia, why shouldn't I prove to him that he's wrong about me?.""Please, I beg you, spare his life," she begged again. "He can be useful to us," she repeated.Zed, who had been standing silently by, as he observed carefully what seemed like a rift between them, stepped forward. “Useful?,” he spat. “You better tell me something that should make my heart break," he chuckled. "He’s a liability. Besides, he is better off dead, for his breath is of no us

The Whispering Pines Forest was a place where time itself seemed to fray at the edges. Its ancient trees, their bark etched with secrets, stood like sentinels, their gnarled roots clutching at the earth as if desperate to remain anchored. The moon, a pale crescent, barely managed to pierce through the dense canopy, casting elongated shadows on the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, pine needles, and something more primal—a scent that made the hair on the back of Philip’s neck stand on end.They had spent the previous night in this unforgiving wilderness, running non stop, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding in their chests. The sun had been a distant memory, swallowed by the thick foliage. Philip’s legs ached, and his lungs burned from exertion. He could feel the raw blisters forming on his heels, but he dared not stop. Not when the alpha’s wolves were relentless in their pursuit. Even when he had not seen the sign, he wasn't a fool not to know that

The party had afforded the omega slaves a rare respite. For once, they were allowed to mingle with the other wolves, their chains loosened, their collars hidden beneath the folds of their tattered clothes. They moved with a cautious grace, eyes darting, ears pricked for danger. Damon watched them from his shadowed refuge, their scars and bruises a testament to their suffering.And then she appeared—Julie. She moved with a feline grace, her laughter infectious as she danced with the others. But Damon knew her secrets—the cruelty that lay beneath her beauty, the hunger that drove her. It felt like there was no end in sight to the pain she caused him. She had nearly broken him to shreds, and now, she came for the last lap.She had been searching for him, he realized. As she approached him, her steps were deliberate, her scent a heady mix of desire and triumph.“Sad Damon,” she purred, her voice a velvet blade that cut through his heart. “Why do you hide? The night is for celebration. You

Emily walked back to the room, her eyes still red with anger. Her anger intensified the moment she saw Frederick. It felt like he had suddenly become a stranger to him, one whose face she had no pleasure in."Hey, Emily," he began, as he sought her attention. But she didn't say a word to him. Instead, she laid back in bed, her back facing him.The room was silent, except for the sound of the wind outside. The curtains swayed gently, as the darkness became thicker. The night weather was beautiful, with the the sky painted in hues of orange and pink. The air is crisp and cool, with a gentle breeze blowing through the open window.Frederick laid still, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Right before she walked in, he had dreamt of them being together, in a world where they had nothing to worry about. But even he knew that dream was deception. He turned to Emily. He thought of holding her, as he was accustomed to doing whenever they lay together in bed, but he didn't know how she wo