Semua Bab My warrior mate's forbidden desire: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Kaida’s POV The days in Miguel’s pack passed quickly, and though I was beginning to find my rhythm, something still felt off. I couldn’t tell if it was the formal or the nature of the wolves here or the weight of my own thoughts, but I often felt like I was trying to fit into a mold that wasn’t made for me. One afternoon, I decided to take a break from the structured training and walked through the bustling central grounds. Wolves moved about, laughing. to the stoic warriors I trained with every morning. It was refreshing to see this side of the pack—less disciplined, more alive. As I strolled, I heard a familiar voice call out behind me. “Kaida!” I turned to see Linda jogging toward me, a broad smile on her face. She was one of the few wolves I’d started to feel comfortable around, her warm demeanor a welcome change from the sharp-edged personalities I’d encountered so far. “You looked like you were about to sneak off somewhere,” she said teasingly, falling into step beside me

Kaida’s POV The tension in the air was palpable as we marched the rogue back to Miguel’s pack grounds. He walked ahead of us, his shoulders hunched and his breathing erratic. Darius kept a firm grip on his arm, while Lina and Jace flanked him, their eyes scanning the forest for any signs of an ambush. I walked at the rear, my mind spinning with questions. Who was this wolf? Why had he trespassed into Miguel’s territory? And most importantly, what did his appearance have to do with the strange alliance Miguel was trying to forge with Alpha Logan? As we approached the gates, my father and Axel were waiting, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. My father, always the measured one, stepped forward first. “Kaida,” he said, his eyes darting to the rogue. “What’s going on here?” “We found him near the northern border,” I explained. “He was acting suspicious, and he refused to tell us which pack he belongs to.” Axel crossed his arms, his gaze narrowing. “What do you pl

Kaida’s POV The air in Miguel’s pack felt heavier lately, as if the weight of unseen eyes pressed against me at every turn. The rogue’s presence had stirred questions, doubts, and unease that no one wanted to address directly. Miguel carried on as if everything was normal, but the growing tension among the pack members told a different story. As I walked through the training grounds that morning, the murmurs of wolves quieted as I passed. Their glances lingered too long, their whispers just loud enough to catch my attention. It wasn’t paranoia—I was being watched. “Kaida!” I turned at the sound of my father’s voice. He approached quickly, Axel trailing behind him. “Something wrong?” I asked, noting the serious look on his face. “Not here,” he said quietly. “Come with us.” We returned to the guesthouse, where my father closed the door firmly behind us. Axel leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while my father paced the room, his brow furrowed in thought. “Someone’s been ask

Kaida's POV Miguel’s words echoed in my mind, stirring an unease I couldn’t shake. “There’s a storm brewing… I need someone I can trust.” I should have felt honored. Miguel trusted me, or at least that’s what he claimed. But his sudden desire to pull me closer felt calculated, like he was testing me. I paced the small room, the creak of the floorboards beneath my boots breaking the oppressive silence. Something about this entire situation wasn’t adding up—the rogue’s cryptic warnings, the pack’s whispers, Miguel’s growing interest in me. It all felt like threads in a web I hadn’t yet unraveled. The logical part of me told me to trust no one, not even Miguel. But if I refused his request outright, I’d draw even more suspicion. I needed answers, and the only way to get them was to play his game… for now. The next morning, the pack felt heavier. Wolves moved about their duties, but I could feel eyes on me as I walked through the central grounds, their whispers barely concealed. “

Kaida’s POV It was a beautiful morning the sounds of the forest as we moved deeper into the woods. My father led the way, his steps deliberate but silent. Axel followed close behind, his sharp eyes scanning our surroundings. I trailed them both, my senses heightened, every sound and shadow setting me on edge.“Keep your voice low and your movements quieter,” my father whispered over his shoulder. “We’re far enough from the pack grounds, but we can’t take any chances.”I nodded, adjusting my pace to match his, If Miguel ever found out what we were doing, there would be no forgiveness.Finally, we reached the clearing. It was secluded, surrounded by thick trees and overgrown brush. The perfect place to hide what we were about to do.“This will do,” my father said, surveying the area.Axel dropped the small pack he’d been carrying, pulling out canteens. “It’s quiet,” he muttered, glancing around. “But we’ll need to set up a perimeter. I don’t trust the quiet.”“I’ll handle it,” he said,