All Chapters of A Mate for my Lycan Alpha: His Mate, Her Nightmare: Chapter 121 - Chapter 128

Kane's POVThe moon hangs high, casting silver light through the trees.I stand in the center of the forest clearing, heart beating steady, but not from nerves.This is something deeper. Something sacred.Love.I’ve faced war. Led armies. Fought monsters in flesh and mind. But nothing ever made my chest feel this full, this steady. I look around at what I’ve built for tonight, every part of it set with my own hands, or those I trust like my own.A path of rose petals winds from the treeline to where I stand. Each candle that flickers beside it rests in silver lanterns engraved with our pack’s crest. The flames dance with the wind, gentle but strong. Just like her.At the heart of the clearing is the stone circle. Tall braziers burn low, casting warmth into the air. Two chairs face one another, simple, polished. I didn’t want grand. I wanted real.Our son stands beside me, holding a small velvet pouch in both hands, careful and proud. He keeps glancing up at me with this wide, excited

Kane's POVThe morning air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth as I lead my son through the forest on our patrol. The golden light filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the path ahead. Each step we take is a rhythm, a heartbeat in tune with the land we've vowed to protect.My son walks beside me, his small hand occasionally brushing against mine. His eyes are wide with wonder, taking in the towering trees and the rustle of leaves stirred by the gentle breeze. I point out the ancient oaks and whisper tales of their strength, of how they've stood sentinel for generations."How do you know where the trees are sacred, Papa?" he asks, his voice soft but filled with curiosity.I kneel beside him, placing a hand over his heart. "It's in the heartbeat of the land," I explain. "The land speaks to those who listen closely. As an Alpha, it's my job to hear it."He nods solemnly, and we continue our walk, the silence between us comfortable and profound. The fores

Avery's POVThe morning sun filters gently through the canopy as I move through the village, the rhythm of the pack pulsing around me like a living heartbeat. There’s no ceremony, no grandeur today, just purpose. And it feels…. right.My hands are stained with the scent of crushed lavender and rosemary as I kneel beside the pack healer, helping sort the bundles of herbs laid out in woven baskets. She speaks little, letting me learn through motion and instinct. I’ve found a steange peace in this kind of service, in understanding what our people need, not just in battle, but in their quiet suffering, their healing.“These ones,” she says, holding out a few silver leafed sprigs, “are for calming the mind after a shift. Especially for the young ones. They often struggle with rest.”I nod, pressing the knowledge into memory.Later, I join the young pups in the training fields. Their energy is wild and untamed, limbs flailing, giggles echoing through the clearing as they attempt to control

Avery's POVThe air is cold, but it’s the kind of cold that wakes you up, that sharpens every sense and reminds you that you’re alive. The Winter Solstice is only days away, and I can feel its sacred weight in every heartbeat of the land. The earth is quiet beneath the snow, resting. WaitingJust like we once did.Our pack moves with purpose today. Fires crackle along the edge of the central clearing, and smoke curls into the sky, carrying the scents of pine, cedar, and slow-burning herbs meant to cleanse the air and ward off shadows from the old year. Every sound, every movement feels like a promise, a celebration of what we’ve endured and what we still have.I walk through the the csmp wrapped in a heavy cloak, my fingers brushing against the edges of wreaths and hand-carved ornaments hanging from the low branches. Everywhere I look, there are signs of hope. Ribbons in red and silver flutter from trees. Children laugh as they shape wooden talismans to hang on the sacred stones late