Semua Bab A Mate for my Lycan Alpha: His Mate, Her Nightmare: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Avery’s POVI had forgotten what it felt like to truly breathe until I held him again. My son, warm, whole, and trembling in my arms, was the single light that pierced through the endless darkness I’d been trapped in. The moment he was led into my chambers, I collapsed to my knees, sobbing into his tiny shoulder as he clung to me with equal desperation. Every piece of my fractured heart snapped back into place.The messenger who brought him watched in silence for a while before speaking. “Your father sent him,” he said flatly. “He’s aware of what you’ve been enduring. He sees you’ve kept your end of the deal. You haven’t fought back, you’ve remained silent… obedient. He considers this your reward.”My fingers curled protectively around my son. Reward. The word tasted bitter on my tongue.“But,” the messenger added, his voice dipping into warning, “this gift can be taken back just as quickly. The alliance must not be threatened. Do not forget what’s at stake.”I didn’t respond. I simpl

Avery’s POVThe candle flickered in the quiet, casting long and trembling shadows along the cracked walls of my chamberI sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over the small mirror that hung crookedly above the washbasin. The reflection that stared back at me didn’t feel like mine. It looked like that of a stranger.Once upon a time I was a very pretty young maiden, the daughter of the Alpha, I was admired and loved by everyone, I had suitors lined up to behold my beautiful face. Now its years later and here I am, a shadow of my former selfMy face was gaunt, sharper than I remembered. My cheekbones were more pronounced, my lips pale. And my eyes… gods, my eyes. They looked dull. Lifeless. Like all the fire I once carried had burned out and left nothing but cold ash behind.I touched the glass, fingers brushing over the reflection like I could somehow reach in and pull the old me out. The girl who had once stood tall, even when the world tried to beat her down. The girl who had surviv

Avery’s POVFor days, I pondered over the knife I had gotten. Should I really use it to just end them all myself?But that would make me a killerThat would make my hands stained with the blood of the Alpha and his children.How will I still be able to use the same blood stained hands to raise my innocent son?No, I cant kill them.Not now.So I hid the knife, waiting for a day when I would have no choice but to use it.......To day was another weekly pack meeting day.The mansion buzzed like a disturbed hive. Whispers flitted through the halls like venomous wasps, my name being the subject of discussion.Their faces were laced with surprise, curiosity, and barely veiled contempt.“Did you hear? Avry snapped at the Alpha’s son a few days back”“She threatened them.”“I heard she nearly clawed his face off.”None of it was true. But none of it was false enough to be ignored either. And the more they whispered, the more I felt their eyes on me. Some filled with scorn, others with some

Pain. That’s the first thing I feel as I drift into the realm of the living, raw, agonizing pain that claws through every muscle, every joint, every memory I’ve buried deep.I try to move, but my limbs are dead weight, like they belong to someone else. The darkness clings to me, thick and suffocating, until a dim flicker of candlelight filters through the fog in my mind. My eyes flutter open. The ceiling above me is is unfamiliar. The scent of medicine hangs in the air, laced with something metallic, blood, old and bitter.I’m alive.But at what cost?A presence stirs beside me. I turn my head slowly, every muscle screaming. It’s Dylan, my Beta. Loyal, dependable, always by my side. But there’s something in his eyes. A shadow. A hesitation that doesn’t belong there.My throat feels like sandpaper, my voice little more than a croak. “Where is she?”He stiffens.

Avery's POVThe scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, grounding me as I sit beneath the old cedar tree that overlooks the training field. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a gentle silver glow over the clearing. My son is a blur of motion, darting after fireflies, his laughter spilling into the night air like a song I never want to forget.It’s peaceful here nowIt’s not something I take for granted. Not after what it took me to finally get this peace.I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, my eyes never leaving him. Every step he takes in joy is a reminder of why I had to leave. Why I had to disappear from the only life I’d ever known. Why I endured so much to get here.This place… Midnight Hollow… it is now unlike any other pack I’ve known. They didn’t welcome me with open arms at first. They were wary, curious, they literally bullied me at first. But I didn’t come here seeking approval. I came seeking safety