All Chapters of His Wingless Angel: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Gabriel stood in his office long after Amara, Damascus, and Leslie had gone. The fire crackled softly behind him, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. His hand gripped the edge of his desk tighter than he realized, the memory of that brief moment—Amara’s wide eyes, Damascus’s raised brow—still burning in his mind.He hadn’t expected to feel shame.But then again, this was Leslie.And this was Amara’s world too.A gentle knock sounded against the door. He didn’t need to ask who it was.“Come in,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.Leslie slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. She looked different now—less composed, more unsure. Her arms were folded across her chest, and she hesitated before walking any closer.“I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” she said finally, eyes cast downward.Gabriel turned to face her, “You didn’t.”“You didn’t seem too concerned about explaining anything to them,” Leslie said, her tone a little sharper than she intended.“I didn

The air inside the encampment was thick with anticipation. Flames from the low-burning fires cast flickering shadows that danced against the trees, making every movement seem alive and threatening. The wolves around them were silent, their eyes sharp, muscles coiled like springs ready to snap.Amara’s breath came steady, but her heart hammered fiercely in her chest. She could feel the weight of every gaze pressed against her skin like the cold wind that whispered through the branches above.Damascus stepped close, his presence a steadying force at her side. He mind linked her so no wolf ears could hear, “Remember what we talked about. Control your fear. Stay behind Cain and Jax at all times.”She nodded, her fingernails dug into the palms of her hand, “I won’t let it control me.”Cain and Jax flanked them, eyes flicking to every shadow. Cain’s jaw was set tight, fingers twitching. Jax’s usual smirk was absent, replaced with a grim seriousness. Both moved in front of Amara as they clos

"What the Fuck D?" Gabriel said in the training room after the others had left. Only Damascus, Amara and Leslie remained.“I said to only recon. Not to get in a full-fledged fight,” Gabriel was angry that his men and Amara had been put into a position that they could have potentially been killed.“A scout came on us too quickly. It was the quickest thing I could think of,” Damascus said. It was only half the truth and Gabriel knew it. Gabriel looked at Amara. It was the first glimpse that Gabriel had seen that the mate bond was beginning to soften his second.Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose and turned his back to the others. Damascus could have killed the scout in seconds. Could the scout have alerted the others? Not if Damascus had acted quickly enough.“Leslie, why don’t you take Amara upstairs to change?” Gabriel said. It wasn’t a question but a soft command. Leslie nodded and the two women headed for the doors of the training room.“Next time, Amara will not be present,” Ga

Damascus stood on the edge of the northern woods, his chest heaving, his senses straining beyond their natural limits. The scent trail ended here, clean, erased with surgical precision.He dropped to one knee, pressing his palm into the earth. The soil was disturbed. Recent. A vehicle, maybe. Heavy tread. He closed his eyes, trying to let instinct do what reason couldn’t.Amara. He could still feel her, somewhere far and faint. The thread of their bond stretched thin, but intact. She was alive. Scared. But alive.Gabriel and a small team caught up to him minutes later, breathless and tense.“Anything?” Gabriel asked.“They scrubbed the trail with witch magic. Heavy stuff. Something old. Possibly blood-root mixed with sage ash.”Gabriel knelt beside him, “They brought witches into this.”“They brought everyone,” Damascus growled.The gold wolf. That’s what they were after. Her blood. Her baby.“Alpha’s getting desperate,” Gabriel muttered. “This kind of move, he knows it risks exposure

The torches along the corridor outside her cell flickered with a sudden draft or maybe magic. The energy in the air was shifting again, but this time it wasn’t Damascus.It was something colder.Older.Footsteps approached. Measured. Confident.The Alpha appeared at the bars, flanked by two of his personal guards. His cloak trailed behind him like a shadow that didn’t belong to his body. His gaze lingered on Amara with clinical interest, as though studying a specimen under glass.“I assume you felt him,” the Alpha said, voice as smooth as silk stretched over broken bones.Amara didn’t answer.He smiled anyway, “Let him come. The bond will draw him here like a hound to blood. But bonds can be broken.”He motioned with a finger, and the guards unlocked the door. The moment it creaked open, Amara’s wolf surged to the surface, but the runes etched in the stone floor flared blue, instantly suppressing her shift.She gasped and stumbled, pain rippling through her limbs like fire.“Wards,” t