All Chapters of The Alpha's Mute Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A few minutes pass after Anton disappears into the bathroom. I stay planted in the living room, perched on the edge of the couch, my fingers drumming against my knee as I wait for the shower to stop running.I'm gonna shower too, but I don't have anything to change into. Anton dragged me out of that cabin so fast I didn't even get a chance to grab my duffel bag. The water finally cuts off, and I stand abruptly. Maybe he's done now. I could ask him for something to wear and get this awkward conversation over with.I walk toward the bedroom, my bare feet silent against the plush carpet. The door is open, and I can see his silhouette moving around inside. My hand lifts to knock on the doorframe—The bathroom door swings open.Anton steps out wearing nothing but a towel slung low around his hips.I freeze.Water still clings to his skin, making every line of muscle stand out in sharp relief under the soft bedroom lighting. His chest rises and falls with steady breaths, droplets trailing

"Everything is ready. You can go in, Luna," Liam says, stepping out of the dungeons. His face is tense, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead despite the cool air.He just finished chaining Anton to prevent him from going on a killing spree. All day, I've been praying his wolf won't lose control and kill anyone during the full moon.I pull out my phone and type: Thank you, Liam.He nods once, then steps aside to let me pass. The heavy metal door looms in front of me, and I take a breath before pushing it open.The sound hits me first—the rattle of chains, the low growl vibrating through the stone walls. I descend the stairs carefully, my hand trailing along the cold wall for balance. The dungeon is dimly lit, just a few flickering bulbs casting shadows across the floor.Anton is in the center of the room, his wrists and ankles bound by thick silver chains bolted into the reinforced walls. He's struggling against them, his muscles straining, his head thrown back as he fights something

I wake to a pair of blue eyes staring directly into mine.My heart jumps into my throat. I blink hard, rubbing my face, trying to make sense of why Anton is crouched beside my bed, his face inches from mine in the dark room.I grab my phone from the nightstand and type quickly: What are you doing here?"It's time for your training." His voice is low, matter-of-fact.I squint at him in the darkness. He's already dressed in fitted joggers and a compression shirt that outlines every muscle in his chest and arms. My mouth goes dry for a second before I force myself to focus.I type: Isn't it too early?My blinds are drawn, but even through the cracks, there's no hint of sunrise. It's still pitch black outside."No, it's not. You have ten minutes to get ready and meet me downstairs." He stands and walks out without waiting for a response, closing the door behind him with a soft click.The moment he's gone, I check the time on my phone. 6:00 AM.I was right. It's ridiculously early.For hal

ANTONI carry Eveline inside the cabin, and the bruises covering her body make my jaw clench. Purple marks bloom across her ribs, her arms, the side of her neck where Xavier caught her too hard during combat training. Each one is a reminder of how brutal I've been.I didn't mean to hurt her like this. But the training is necessary—essential—if she's going to survive what's coming. I can't risk another vampire attack. Can't risk finding her with fangs buried in her throat, her blood soaking the ground, her heartbeat fading while I'm too far away to save her.My wolf would destroy me if I let that happen again.I lay her on the bed as gently as I can, then head to her bathroom. The tub is old-fashioned, deep and claw-footed, and I turn on the faucet, letting warm water pour out. Steam rises as I add the scented oils I found under the sink—lavender and something floral I can't name. She needs this. Needs to soak the soreness from her muscles, needs sleep that isn't interrupted by pain.W

Once we're all seated in the living room—Ekaterina and I on the couch, Anton in the armchair across from us, I pull out my phone and type: Explain."As I said, I'm a witch, and I'm here to help you enter vampire territory," Ekaterina says, her brown eyes steady on mine.I got that part, but I don't understand why you would help us. If anything, you shouldn't want to help the werewolf Alpha's mate find her aunt.Anton glances at my screen, then relays the message to Ekaterina."I know a normal witch wouldn't," Ekaterina says, nodding. "But I'm not just any witch. I'm a witch who's alive because of Anton."My fingers fly across the keyboard: Tell me how that's possible."I saved her from near-death," Anton says, his tone clipped, like he doesn't want to elaborate.I stare at him, my eyebrows shooting up. Really? You saved a witch?It's shocking, given everything his mother did. I assumed she must've passed down her hatred before she died."It's surprising, right?" Ekaterina says, smili