Semua Bab A Mate for my Lycan Alpha: His Mate, Her Nightmare: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Avery’s POVThe bruises on my body haven’t even begun to fade when another blow is dealt—one that isn’t physical but somehow feels so much worse.A pack meeting is called.I know something is wrong the moment two warriors appear at my door. They don’t speak. They don’t need to. The smirks on their faces tell me enough.I am not invited to this meeting.I am being dragged to it.Rough hands grab my arms, yanking me forward. I don’t struggle—I learned quickly that it only leads to more pain. Instead, I keep my head high, forcing my feet to move as they haul me toward the gathering.The entire pack is already assembled in the courtyard, their eyes shining under the moonlight. The air is thick with anticipation.At the center of it all, standing on the raised platform like a god among mortals, is my father.Alpha Grant Lane.The man I once worshipped. The man I once fought to make proud.Now, he is the man who despises me most in this world.A hush falls over the crowd as I am shoved forw

Avery’s POVI thought I had endured the worst of my father’s cruelty.I was wrong.The breaking point doesn’t come with starvation, nor with the bruises littering my body like a roadmap of suffering. It doesn’t even come with the endless nights of cold and exhaustion, where I wonder if I will wake up at all.It comes when when my father sentences me to the whip.“This is what happens to traitors,” he announces, his voice cold and final, echoing across the training grounds where the entire pack has gathered.I stand frozen, my breath catching in my throat as two warriors step forward and grab my arms. Their grips are bruising, unforgiving, as they drag me toward the center of the clearing. My feet barely move, my body resisting, but there’s no point in fighting. Not when I’m this weak.A gasp ripples through the crowd, but no one steps forward to stop this. Not one person speaks for me. Not my old friends, not the omegas I used to train beside, not even the wolves who used to respect m

Avery’s POVI spent the next days trying to figure what to do next whilst keeping my pregnancy a secret. But it seemed nothing could ever be secret for too long in the pack as the healer betrayed me and told the whole pack about my pregnancy.I barely have time to react when they came for me.One second, I’m scrubbing the last of the dishes in the servants’ quarters, my back aching, my hands raw from hours of work. The next, rough hands seize my arms, yanking me backward. A startled gasp escapes my lips as I struggle, but their grip is unrelenting. “What—” “Shut up,” one of the warriors snarls, dragging me through the hallways. My stomach churns. Something is wrong. *Did they find out?* No. It’s too soon. I’ve been so careful. I’ve kept my secret guarded, my sickness hidden, forcing myself to swallow down the nausea every morning. But as I’m hauled into the packhouse, my pulse pounds violently against my ribs. The room is packedwarriors, pack elders, even omegas stand at the

Avery’s POVThe night is cruel, the wind biting into my skin as I stumble forward, my body weak, my steps unsteady.I have nowhere else to go.For days, I’ve been running, my mind clouded with fear, my heart pounding with desperation. The moment I escaped my father’s grasp, I knew I was living on borrowed time. If he finds me, he will finish what he started. He will make sure my child never sees the light of day.I can’t let that happen.So I did the only thing I could. I ran.Now, as I stand before the towering gates of Red-Claw pack, my breath comes in shallow gasps. My fingers tremble at my sides, my body screaming for rest. The journey has drained me, each step heavier than the last. But now that I’m here, now that I’m this close, uncertainty grips me.Will Kane even listen to me?Would he care?It’s been months since I last saw him, since I shattered what little was left of us. I rejected him. I left him. And now, I’m here, begging for his help. Begging him to protect a child he

Kane’s POV The ache never fades No matter how much I try to drown it out, no matter how many times I tell myself that rejecting Avery was necessary, the pain lingers like a slow, festering wound. A bond severed, yet somehow… not. I feel it every damn day. A dull, persistent tug in my chest, like something is missing. Like something was ripped from me but refuses to fully let go. I tell myself it’s because of the rejection, that my body is simply adjusting to the loss. That the emptiness I feel is nothing more than the side effect of breaking a mate bond. But my wolf knows better. He hasn’t stopped pacing since the day she left, a low growl always rumbling in the back of my mind. Bring her back. I shove the thought away as I stalk toward my office, forcing my face into a mask of indifference. My warriors bow their heads in greeting, my Beta murmuring updates as he falls in step beside me. I nod absently, acknowledging his words without really hearing them. Because