All Chapters of Mate? Or Die!: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Authors PoVOdessa's rogues glided across the sandy training grounds like dark shadows; a performance rather different from that of the warriors of Evelyn's former pack. While the wolves in Evelyn’s pack did fight, these wolves lashed out madly, works of advantage under aggression and cunning. There was hardly any sense of honour to their battle; it was simply a matter of survival."You're hesitating," Odessa's voice cut in.As she turned, Evelyn found herself by Odessa, facing her gaze that cut straight into her heart. Odessa didn't seem impressed."You're never gonna be one of us," she said, "if you keep loafing about like a lost wolf. And if you're not with us, you're nothing."Evelyn swallowed her anger. Hadn't she agreed to this? Hadn't she chosen to come here to free her mother, to protect the pack she loved? But as she stood there, amidst rogues who greeted her with watchful eyes, she began to wonder whether she had been wise to chose this path."You want a place here? You figh

Authors PoVThe pack was tense, almost unbearably so. Each day dragged on, and the absence of Evelyn made gaping wounds that had been festering for years bleed again. The war had ended, but the scars still bled red.Sitting on the steps of his cottage, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed, Marcus had hardly spoken to anyone since Evelyn had left. Any conversation would end in an argument, each attempt to cheer him up reduced to silence. He was awake, barely eating. Existing was just about what he did. He was angry that Evelyn chose to leave, again but he missed her dearly. What could he do? Go against his promise?On the other hand, Luca stood at a distance, his arms crossed over his chest, looking frustrated. He had let Marcus have his grieving time, but watching him wallow in self-pity since Evelyn's choice to go? It just made his blood boil.Finally, Luca had had enough. He marched toward Marcus, boots crunching on the dirt underfoot. "Are you going to just sit here forever?"No

Evelyn’s PoVThere was this fuzzy feeling in my brain, these spiders crawling down my spine, and I decided to ignore it.After our kiss, i began keeping tabs on him. Finian had been speaking to Odessa in hushed tones, his face was tense, his body rigid. I had thought it was about the pack, another manipulative tactic of hers, another ruthless order.But it kept happening.I had seen them together, talking discreetly, Odessa's sharp eyes glued on his as if she were assessing him for weakness. Finian never mentioned those chats, and when I asked him about them, he'd simply say Odessa was giving him a little instruction on strategy.The pieces fell into place only as I eavesdropped on them.As I headed toward the training pits, their voices floated through the air into my ears. I halted at the edge of Odessa's tent, standing half-hidden in the shadows."You are doing well," she was saying; "she trusts you now."I frowned. Th

Authors PoVThe night was nothing short of restless. Marcus sat at the edge of the camp, gazing into the fire. His heart was filled with uncertainty about what he and the some members of the pack would discover when they reached Odessa's territory. Evelyn haunted his mind, bringing back the fading echo of her last words spoken to him, when she made him promise not to follow her.Ardan had gone through the plan with him earlier, but the weight of it pressed heavily against his chest. They would meet Ryan and the Red Blood Moon Pack at dawn, piece together whatever information they had to track Evelyn. It was a big risk to trust rogues, but they were left with no choice.Luca, sitting across from him, was sharpening a blade against a stone. Marcus knew he did not approve of this mission; still, here he was. Whether it was loyalty to the pack or a personal vendetta, Marcus did not know."You should get some sleep," Luca said without looking up.Marcus offered a dry chuckle. "Do you think

Author PoVWhen Marcus first saw Evelyn with Finian, something in him twisted. He felt relieved—she was alive, breathing, moving—only to be swallowed by something infinitely darker. Fury. Guilt. Confusion. He had fought every waking moment for her, searched for her, and there she was, too close to a man that was supposed to be her enemy. The conversations between them, the way she looked at him, made Marcus' stomach churn.He gripped his fists by his sides, forcing himself to turn away before emotions got the best of him. It was not the time; she had been captured against her will; she had to adapt, survive. That's what Marcus told himself. But in that split second, that minute glance shared between Evelyn and Finian had shocked a seed of relentless self-doubt that he was just not prepared to confront.Once back at the camp Ardan had set up before their departure at dawn, his anger smouldered over, but now low. Beneath a flickering flame, he spotted Luca sharpening his blade with ever