All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Ruthless Alpha Of North: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Sophie's POV: Why? Why why why? How could fate be this cruel to me? The worst thing that could happen to a girl belonging to the South is to have a mate who is from the North. I mean, I had seen the consequences with my own eyes, right? All my life, I waited for my fated mate. Unlike my best friend, I had always romanticized having a mate, the person who was specifically made for me, the other half of my soul. I never thought that when I'd finally find him, it would go like this. I watched Ember running toward Ms. Stacy and I was just about to follow her when the door behind me flew open. What halted my footsteps was a rich and intoxicating scent wafting in the air. It wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I had never been attracted to someone just by the mere scent of them but this was something else. My wolf flared to life and declared in my head, "Mate." My whole body went rigid at that one word. My heartbeat quickened and I slowly turned around to find a pair of the most b

Ember’s POV: It was silent since our visit to the South. Irritatingly loud silence. The matter hung over our heads like a sword, and the lack of a plan about our next move was causing me so much distress, but Nicholus stayed determined to wait for a move from Father before jumping to any conclusions. I had no idea what was going on in Father’s head, but this stretching silence from his side told me that he must be cooking something rotten. That night, I was strolling on the lawn when I spotted Darius dashing out of the castle. “Darius?” I approached him with hurried footsteps as he turned toward the woods. He whipped around, surprised to see me there this late at night, “Ember? What are you doing here?” I shrugged, “Just strolling around, inhaling some fresh air since Nicholus is busy with work.” I looked over his shoulder at the woods he had turned to, “What about you?” He grazed his fingers through his hair, something he did whenever he was distressed, “I was about to go on

Mabel’s POV: The night was the most restless one of my whole life. I hadn’t felt like this when Alexander kidnapped me, forcefully married me, raped me, put a baby inside me, or even when I abandoned a piece of my heart and ran away from the South. Even though all those events were heart-wrenching none of them equate to what I was feeling over these last few days. Whenever I saw Ember mopping around like a wilting flower, my heart clenched, and the fact that I couldn’t do anything for her was even more torture. Tonight, my heart wasn’t at ease, my mind was a jumbled mess of chaotic thoughts, and my body was itching with the feeling of helplessness. The fact that I’d never been a good mother to my only daughter had been eating me from the inside from the moment I abandoned her in that crib and ran away. No amount of words was enough to describe the sorrow I felt or the burden I’d been carrying in my heart ever since that night. Ever since she visited the South, something has been n

Mabel’s POV: With wide, frantic eyes, I slowly turned around to face Alexander Valdez. I have no words to describe what I was feeling in that one moment. My breathing turned ragged as I looked into those eyes. He was the person who flipped my whole world upside down just because of the sick obsession he used to call love. Only if he knew what true love was. My insides coiled as he started moving toward me. He killed my whole coven. He was the one because of whom I had to abandon my daughter. Even after running away, I never truly lived. He snatched everything from me. My life, my power, my dignity, my daughter… “Emilia…it’s really you,” he rasped out in disbelief. The more I stared at him, the more revolting I felt. Eventually, my gaze narrowed and my upper lip curled disgustingly as I said menacingly, “I am not Emilia. I am Mabel. Mabel Frostwood.” His footsteps stopped midway. Hurt flashed in his gaze as it roamed all over my face, “I…you…” My nostrils flared, “You what? D

Ember’s POV:It’s been more than two weeks since the Council meeting, and my conversation with Father was still repeating on a loop in my head.Strolling with him on the lawn outside the building should have felt normal and casual, something that had been done countless times. He was my father, after all. But that day, walking beside him made me realize how foreign it was. Outside work and meetings, we hardly ever talked about anything else or spent any quality time together.As expected, I absorbed those precious moments because I knew they wouldn’t last forever.He was the first to break the silence. His voice sounded tired as if he hadn’t slept for days, “I don’t know whether she told you, but your mother came to the castle a few weeks ago.”My footsteps halted right there. My mother? I remembered the way she always quivered at his mention. Why would she go there?I decided to ask him, “Why?”He stared into the distance, “For you.”I gawked at him in disbelief, “For me?”His chest