All Chapters of Mates Deception : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alpha Damien’s POVSirella’s voice cut through the night like a blade.“STOP!”I turned my head sharply. She was pushing through the guards, her eyes wide with panic. Her whole body was shaking, but she didn’t stop moving.She saw her mother.Lying there on the ground.Lifeless.Something twisted in my chest, but I pushed it down. I couldn’t let it show.Sirella dropped to her knees beside the body. Her hands trembled as she reached out, pressing against her mother’s cold skin.“Mum…” Her voice cracked. “Mum, wake up… please… wake up.”She shook her, her fingers clutching onto her clothes like that would bring her back. Tears spilled from her eyes, falling onto her mother’s face.I clenched my jaw, watching.This wasn’t supposed to happen.She wasn’t supposed to die.She was watched at all times. She wasn’t a prisoner. She was free to move, to breathe, to exist under my rule. I didn’t take her hostage—I only brought her here to keep Sirella close.But now…Now she was dead.My hands c

Sirella’s POV I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. My mother’s body lay lifeless a few feet away, yet I had to stand here, face dry, voice steady, as if my world hadn’t just shattered.Alpha Donovan’s eyes bore into me, dark and unreadable. He was waiting for my answer.Do you not know your father?His question hung in the air, thick with expectation. I knew the truth could get me killed. But lying to a man like him was just as dangerous.I forced my hands to stay still by my sides. Calm. Think. Speak carefully.“My mother never told me who my father was,” I said, keeping my voice low, careful.Alpha Donovan didn’t blink. His silence was worse than yelling. It stretched between us, cold and heavy. Then, finally, he gave a slow nod.He didn’t believe me.I could see it in the way his gaze lingered, in the way his fingers tapped once against his robe. But he let it go. For now.Behind him, Damien shifted uncomfortably. I didn’t look at him. I didn’t care what was going through his h

Sirella’s POVBeing Damien’s personal servant had its advantages. Nobody paid much attention to me unless I was being ordered around, and that made it easy to listen. I moved like a shadow, silent but watching, picking up details that could be useful. Every conversation, every glance, every slip of the tongue—I memorized it all.The Information I GatheredAt breakfast, Damien met with his top warriors. I pretended to refill his drink, keeping my ears open.Zane, his Beta, was talking about a rogue attack near the eastern border. "We lost three men," he said, his jaw tight. "The rogues were organized. This wasn’t random."Damien frowned. "Who led them?""Some call him Rafe," Zane replied. "He used to be an Alpha before his pack was destroyed. Now, he’s forming something new. More than just scavengers—these rogues have structure."Rafe. That was a name to remember.Then, Gamma Elias spoke up. "We should increase patrols, maybe reach out to Alpha Donovan for backup. His warriors could re

Sirella’s POVPeople talk. Especially the ones at the bottom. The ones who serve, who clean, who get ignored in a room full of powerful wolves. They hear things. They see things. And when they feel safe enough, they share what they know.That’s where I started.I didn’t need to stand in the middle of the packhouse and make a scene. I didn’t need to scream that Damien was weak, that he was nothing but a spoiled prince sitting in a chair too big for him. That would be stupid. It would get me thrown out, maybe even killed.But whispers? Whispers were dangerous.A whisper could slip through cracks, crawl into people’s ears, and make them think things they never thought before. A whisper could plant doubt.And doubt could grow into something bigger.The kitchens were always loud, filled with the clatter of plates, the bubbling of stew, the hiss of meat hitting hot pans. But even in all that noise, people listened.I crouched beside the sink, scrubbing at a pot, my fingers wrinkling under t

Sirella’s Pov The palace halls were quiet at this hour, but my mind wasn’t. I sat on the small cot in my servant’s room, my hands gripping the thin sheets as I stared at the candle flickering beside me. I had been here for weeks now, working, watching, waiting. And tonight, I had finally decided.I would test my loyalty to the Moonbane.My fingers curled into fists as I thought about Damien. His name no longer burned as much as it used to. Not because I had forgotten, but because I had numbed myself to the pain. His rejection had carved something deep inside me, something cold, something hollow. I had once loved him. I had once dreamed of being his Luna. But dreams were for fools, and I had long since accepted that I was no longer the naive girl who had fallen for him. I was something else now.Something dangerous.I breathed in, slow and steady, forcing myself to focus. If I was truly loyal to the Moonbane, then I had to prove it. I had to show that I wasn’t weak, that I wasn’t stil