Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Mate for my Lycan Alpha: His Mate, Her Nightmare: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Kane's POVThe night was quiet, the kind of quiet that settled deep into your bones. The sky stretched above with stars scattered like forgotten wishes. I sat on the porch steps, elbows resting on my knees, fingers tangled together as I stared at the horizon. The cool wind carried the scent of lavender and pine, and for the first time in a long time, I let myself feel still.The door behind me creaked, soft and hesitant.I didn’t turned around.But I knew it was herAvery.Her presence was like a ripple,gentle, but impossible to ignore. She stepped closer, the wooden porch boards groaning beneath her weight until she lowered herself beside me. Her shoulder brushed mine. Light, barely there. But enough.Enough to remind me I wasn’t alone.We sat in silence, our breaths syncing with the rhythm of the night. I didn’t want to scare her off with words. She hadn’t been this close in weeks, this close. And I would’ve s

Kane's POV The air in the packhouse was thick, tense with something I couldn’t quite name until I heard her voice echoing down the hall. Selene Her sharp, clipped tone lanced through the silence like a blade. “You clumsy little thing!” she snapped, voice shrill and soaked in entitlement. “Do you even know what this is worth? Or is your brain too small to understand luxury?” I turned the corner just in time to see the young servant girl flinch, eyes wide and terrified, tea dripping down her wrists and onto the marble floor. Selene loomed over her like a wolf over a rabbit, proud and cruel, forgetting her place entirely. I stepped in before I realized I was moving. “You will treat her with respect,” I said, voice low and cold. I didn’t shout. I didn’t need to. Selena turned, mouth already open to defend herself, probably with some pathetic reminder of who she once wa

Kane's POVThe courtyard was silent, but the air crackled with tension. The full moon hung heavy overhead, casting a silver glow across the assembled crowd of pack members. Warriors, Elders, omegas, every rank stood in neat rows, their gazes flickering between me and the woman who once stood at my side.Selene.She was dressed for the occasion, clinging to a hope that should have long since died. Her golden gown shimmered beneath the moonlight, but no amount of elegance could hide the desperation in her eyes. Once, I’d chosen her for what she represented, status, power, peace between influential families. But that choice was born from pressure and expectation, not love. Never love.I could feel Avery nearby, the quiet strength of her presence anchoring me.The moment had come. No more shadows. No more half-truths.I stepped forward, my eyes locked on Selene. She opened her mouth, perhaps to plead or protest, I didn’t give her the chance.“Selene is no Luna of mine,” I said, my voice s

Kane's POVFor the first time in years, the pack house breathes differently.It’s not just standing, it’s livingThe old echoes of war cries and clashing steel have faded, replaced by the light-hearted shrieks of pups playing tag across the courtyard, by the gentle murmur of elders swapping stories under the stars.There’s a hum of life in the walls now, a pulse steady and sure, like the heartbeat of something newly born.And gods, it’s beautiful.Most mornings, I find myself just standing on the front steps, coffee cooling in my hands, breathing it all in. Watching the way sunlight spills over the rooftops, catching the gleam of a warrior’s sword sharpened for training, not battle. Listening to the way laughter skips along the breeze like music.This….This is what I fought for without even realizing it.Not power.Not dominance.This.We're building something new, something better.Mornings are no longer about cold efficiency. They’re messy and loud, filled with the smell of burnt t

Kane's POVThe early morning mist lingers over the training groundd as I stand before the young warriors, the earth beneath me damp with dew. The air is still cool, but the rising sun promises warmth. My gaze sweeps over the row of hopeful faces, each of them eager, ready to learn, to prove themselves. But there’s one face among them that stands out most of all.My son.His posture is straight, his eyes bright with determination, but there’s a trace of something softer in the way he holds himself, a reminder of the boy he still is, despite the expectations already placed on him. I’m proud of him, of course, but there’s something more to it than just pride.I walk slowly between the rows, my boots silent against the earth, pausing to adjust their stances, to offer corrections where needed. Today, though, the lesson isn’t about wielding blades or mastering the art of war. Today’s lesson is about something far harder to teach.I stop before them, turning to face the gathered warriors, my