Todos os capítulos de A Mate for my Lycan Alpha: His Mate, Her Nightmare: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Kane's POVThe wind howls as we ride into the unfamiliar terrain, a biting cold cutting through even the thickest of furs. The Midnight Hollow Pack.The name alone has haunted me these past few weeks, lingering in the back of my mind like a whisper I couldn’t shake. Every instinct screamed she was here. And now that I’m standing at the edge of their territory, I can feel it, like a current in the air, electric and impossible to ignoreAvery.My heartbeat thunders in my chest as I step past the final tree line. As we discreetly entered into the pack, we entered a large garden at first. And, in the center of the field, framed by moonlight and pine, is her.Avery.My legs nearly give out.She’s alive.Hair wind tossed and wild, eyes sharp like I remember. She’s dressed simply, but she stands tall.... proud, whole, no longer the woman who once fled from me in fe

Avery’s POVI stood in the middle of it all, caught between two Alphas, one from my past and one from the fragile peace I had found in the present. The air was thick with tension, so heavy I could hardly breathe. All around us, the Midnight Hollow Pack had gathered and they stood frozen, their eyes flicking between Callum and Kane, waiting for a blow that hadn't yet landed.And then there was Callum.He didn’t speak right away. He didn’t react like I expected. No snarling, no immediate rejection of the challenge. Just.… a smirkIt curled slowly at the corners of his mouth, twisting into something dangerous and curious. His golden eyes weren’t filled with anger,  no, they gleamed with something else. Amusement. Amusement at Kane’s presence. Amusement at his demand. Amusement at me, perhaps, for being the center of it all“You’re bold, I’ll give you that,” Callum finally said, his tone almost lazy, laced with mock a

Avery's POVMy heartbeat increases as the fight drags on.The sound of fists meeting flesh, the dull thuds of bone against bone, echoes throughbthe clearing like a heartbeat. A violent, relentless rhythm. I clutch my son tighter, shielding his face from the brutality playing out before us, even as my own eyes remain locked on the bloodstained battleground.Kane is breaking.Not just physically, but in a way that sends a cold, sharp pain slicing through my chest. I see it in the way his shoulders droop after each blow, the tremble in his limbs as he pushes himself off the ground for the third, no, fourth, time. He sways as he rises, blood running down his temple, dripping from his jaw. But still.… he rises.“I won’t stop,” I hear him say, low and hoarse, a whisper of defiance that carries through the silence like thunder. It isn’t a threat. It’s a vow.He wipes at his eyes with the back of a shaking hand, smearing blood across his face, and lunges forward again. There’s nothing elegant

Kane's POVI find her in the garden again early in the morningHer figure framed by the soft sway of lavender that brushes against her dress. She always loved this place, said the scent reminded her of peace. Now, I wonder if it only reminds her of what I destroyed.Avery kneels beside the blossoms, her fingers brushing the petals like they’re more fragile than she feels. She hasn’t spoken to me more than a few words since she returned. She walks with purpose, keeps her distance, and when she looks at me, it’s like I’m a stranger standing in the ruins of the life she once tried to build.But I can’t keep letting her run. I won’t.“Don’t run from me anymore, Avery.” My voice is low, steady. No Alpha command. No anger. Just truth.She stiffens but doesn’t look up. Her silence wraps around her like armor, tight, defensive, and heavy. I step closer, not enough to crowd her, but enough to make her feel me there. I won’t let her face t

Kane's POV I wasn’t expecting her to reach for me that day Not tonight. Not after the way she’s kept her distance, like she’s been building invisible walls around herself just to survive being under the same roof as me. But then, in the silence of the corridor, she turned to me. Her hand found mine, not firm, not certain, but deliberate. I froze, afraid even a a breath would make her retreat She didn’t say a word. Just led me forward, past portraits on the walls. Her fingers trembled slightly, her pace cautious. I followed her, heart thudding like a war drum in my chest, unsure of what this meant, until she stopped in front of a door. Sky blue. Small. Innocent. The kind of door that had no place in the life I used to live. "I hand painted the door myself after we arrived" She said, then she hesitated for half a heartbeat, then pushed it open. My breath l