Semua Bab Unwritten Mates : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Cale’s words echoed in my mind long after he left the room. “After that, it will be time for you to start breeding my pups.” His smile had been sickening, his tone filled with a sinister promise that made my stomach churn. My knees felt weak, but I refused to crumble. Not here. Not now. Not where he could come back and revel in my despair.As soon as the door slammed shut behind him and Derek, I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The enormity of my situation was suffocating. Less than two weeks until the wedding. Less than two weeks until I was marked, bound to this monster forever. My heart pounded in my chest like a trapped bird desperate to escape. And escape I must. There was no alternative.The thought of being tethered to Cale, of bearing his children—his heirs—sent a cold wave of revulsion through me. He had already stolen so much from me: my freedom, my choices, my happiness. But he wouldn’t take this. I wouldn’t let him. I’d rather die than

The words had barely left my lips when I saw the flicker of hesitation in Luca’s eyes. His fingers, which had been brushing tenderly against my cheek, stilled. It was as if time itself had paused, wrapping us in a bubble where nothing else existed—not the looming threat of Cale, not the weight of the world we’d been carrying on our shoulders, not even the desperate howls of Trinity and Amarok that still echoed faintly in my ears.“Quinn,” he murmured, his voice low and heavy with emotion. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”But I did. I knew exactly what I was asking. My heart was thundering in my chest, a wild, chaotic rhythm that matched the storm brewing inside me. I reached up and placed my hand over his, grounding myself in the warmth of his touch. “Yes, I do, Luca. I know what this means. I know what it’ll bind us to. But I can’t…” My voice broke, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I can’t live another day without knowing you’re truly mine.”His jaw tightened, and for a mom

The bathroom door creaked as I stepped out, towel clutched tightly in my fist, steam curling around me like ghostly tendrils. My muscles were still tense from the scalding shower, trying to wash off the chaos of the day. But nothing could—especially not when I saw who was sitting on the edge of my bed.Cale.My breath caught. Dark eyes gleaming with something cruel, he lounged there like he owned the place, like he hadn’t shattered my life into a million jagged pieces. A twisted grin curled his lips as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees.“Well, look who’s finally home,” he drawled, voice smooth as silk but laced with venom.Every instinct screamed at me to run. Fight. Do anything but freeze like a deer caught in headlights. My legs, traitorous and weak, refused to move.“Been busy, haven’t you, Quinn?” he added, the grin widening.My eyes darted around the room, searching for something—anything—that could be a weapon. The lamp? Too heavy. My makeup mirror? Too small. The towel? Com

I had Quinn in my arms, her warmth pressed against me like she was the only thing anchoring me to this world. The night we’d just shared—it wasn’t just a night. It was the night. The one I’d dreamed about for years, the one I’d thought I’d never deserve but couldn’t stop hoping for.She was finally mine. Body, soul, everything.For once, everything in me was still. Peaceful, even. Amarok, the restless storm in my chest, had settled. He was calm, content in a way I hadn’t felt since the moment he became a part of me. It was like Quinn had reached into the deepest part of my soul and healed something I didn’t even know was broken.Marking each other... it wasn’t just some ritual. It was a promise, a bond that tied us together in a way that couldn’t be undone. This was the start of something new, something we’d build together. And for the first time in forever, I felt whole. Complete.And powerful.I couldn’t explain it, but I felt stronger than I ever had. Like nothing in this world coul

Alexander strode in like he owned the place, his Ironclaw pack fanning out behind him, their movements precise and calculated.The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Tension hummed through the air, a low, ominous frequency that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. My father shot to his feet, bristling with rage. Even Cale, the ever-cocky bastard, stood, his jaw tightening as he watched Alexander descend the aisle with that slow, infuriating swagger.“What is the meaning of this, Alexander?” my father demanded, his voice sharp enough to cut through the murmurs of the gathered packs.Alexander didn’t answer immediately. He reached the middle of the room, turning slightly to let his gaze sweep over the assembly before fixing his eyes on my father. “I think our invitation must’ve gotten lost in the mail,” he said, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of mockery.“You weren’t invited,” my father growled, his fists clenched at his sides.Alexander chuckled, a lo