My warrior mate's forbidden desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Rex’s POVAlpha Rex the old woman is making a move, she took advantage of your brother’s absence in the pack and mobilized his warriors who are loyal to her. I always knew Seraphina would come for me. She will try her dirty tricks again. She had **tried to erase me once before**—a shadow in the dark, a whisper of death sent to silence me before I could rise. The only difference is that am now matured enough to protect myself from a beast like her. This time, I was ready. And this time, she wouldn’t get another chance. I stood at the edge of my war tent, watching as my warriors prepared. The **Ironfang wolves** had pledged their loyalty to me, and Crescent Moon’s defectors—wolves who had finally seen the truth about Seraphina—had joined our ranks. My brother atlas sent some of his warriors to monitor seraphina’s movement ahead of time as if he knew she will strike and they are now part of my warriors. His simple gesture touched my heart. She thought she could take me down.

Rex’s POVWalking through Crescent Moon’s territory felt strange.It was both **familiar** and **foreign**, like the echoes of a past I had long been forced to forget. I passed the old training grounds, where Atlas and I had sparred as pups. The scent of pine and damp earth filled my nostrils, pulling me deeper into lost memories—ones I had buried beneath years of war and vengeance. But before I could sink further into the past, **something changed.** A scent. **Sweet. Addictive. Intoxicating.** My wolf **snapped to attention** so fast it nearly made me stumble. *Mate.* The word slammed through my mind like a bolt of lightning. *Mate. Mate. Let’s go to mate!* A growl rumbled in my chest as my instincts took over, leading me through the winding pathways of the packhouse. The past no longer mattered, all I want is to see her.I followed the scent, my steps quick, urgent. It led me to the grand hall, where a **welcome party** was being arranged. Laughter echoed th

Kaida’s POV As the sky keeps getting darker it felt like **forever, things were peaceful. No wars. No betrayals. No bloodshed. Just **laughter, music, and the promise of a new beginning.** And at the center of it all? **Piper and Rex.** I never thought I’d say this, but… I was **happy for them.** Even though Rex was a possessive, arrogant, hot-headed Alpha who needed serious **social training**, I could tell he **genuinely wanted** to keep Piper by his side. And as much as Piper **pretended to fight it**, I had seen the way she looked at him when she thought no one was watching. As if, despite everything, **she was starting to want him too.** I stood behind Piper in my bedroom, carefully adjusting the fabric of her dress as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her expression was **unreadable**, her hands fidgeting slightly at her sides. "Okay, what’s that face for?" I asked, tilting my head. Piper sighed. "This just feels… weird." I arched a brow. "Weird how

Rex’s POV The scent of burning wood and blood filled my lungs as the courtyard erupted into chaos. The welcome party had transformed into a battlefield within minutes, and I knew immediately this wasn’t random. This was coordinated. Planned. My claws sank into the throat of the rogue in front of me, the crunch of bone sharp beneath my grip. I threw the lifeless body aside, my golden eyes scanning the battlefield. Where was Piper? The moment the attack started, my wolf had gone insane, demanding we find her. And when I finally spotted her, A snarl tore through my throat. She was surrounded. Three rogues circled her, their growls **low and taunting. Piper’s emerald dress was torn, the fabric stained with blood some of it hers, most of it theirs.** She stood her ground, her breath heavy but steady. And in one swift movement, she sidestepped, dodging the attack before **plunging her claws into his chest. He dropped like a stone. The other two hesitated.

Atlas’s POV The sun rose over Crescent Moon, its golden light bathing the bloodstained battlefield** in an eerie glow. For the first time in weeks, the air was silent. No growls. No screams. No sounds of war. Just… silence. And yet, my body remained tense. Because this wasn’t over. Not yet. I stood on the balcony of the packhouse, overlooking the aftermath. **Scattered bodies** of fallen rogues lay across the courtyard, some already being removed by our warriors. The scent of smoke and blood still clung to the wind. Crescent Moon had survived. But at what cost? A part of me should have felt victorious. We had fought. We had won. Silas had been forced to retreat. And yet, as I watched the warriors move through the rubble, tending to the wounded, I didn’t feel victorious. I felt… exhausted. Drained in a way that had **nothing to do with battle wounds. Because Silas was still out there. And deep down, I knew he would return. A warm **hand touched my shoulder**,