บททั้งหมดของ Unwritten Mates : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The Echo’s eyes bored into me, twin infernos promising destruction. It stood there, motionless, watching—a predator savoring the fear it knew it could provoke. My wolf stirred, growling low and deep inside me, not from fear but from raw, primal fury. It wanted blood.Me? I wanted answers.“Speak!” I commanded, my voice laced with all the Alpha authority I could muster.The Echo tilted its head, as if amused by my audacity. Its form wavered, a shadow barely tethered to this world, but its voice cut through the darkness like a blade.“She’s closer than you think,” it said, each word sharp and deliberate. “But, Alpha, she’s no longer yours.”My grip tightened around the hilt of my knife. Useless, I knew, but it gave me the illusion of control. “She’s not yours either, fucker!”The Echo chuckled, the sound cold and hollow. “You don’t get it, do you? Quinn was never yours. She’s mine now. Forever.”Ice crawled through my veins. “Bring her back!”It stepped closer, its form rippling like sm

(Quinn's perspective)Five years. Five years of hell isn’t something you can just sum up, you know? But I guess it all really started at the pier.I was prepared to start my new life. I was irrational and temperamental, and I thought everyone would be better without me. As I contemplated how I would start my life, the water helped my anxiety, that steady rhythm of waves against wood. That night, though, it felt off. The air was heavy, almost suffocating. I told myself it was just my imagination.And then he showed up.At first, I didn’t see him clearly—just this figure emerging from the shadows, the edges of him rippling like smoke. When he stepped into the light, his face… God, I still see it when I close my eyes. Pale, sharp features, and eyes like black holes.“I’ve been waiting for you Quinn,” he said, his voice like gravel grinding in my ears.I tried to run. Of course I did. But the pier stretched on forever, like some sick, twisted nightmare. No matter how fast I moved, the end

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains sexual coercion, which may be offensive to sensitive readers.I wish I could say I remembered the walk to the house, but everything was a blur—dark trees we passed, the soft noises of the forest, and my own mind screaming at me to stay calm. Not that it mattered. Calm wasn’t exactly in the cards when you’re trapped with a monster who promises to break you in every way possible.The house was… massive. Grand in a way that screamed wealth, but it was rotting at the edges, like something straight out of a horror movie. Ivy climbed the cracked stone walls, and the windows looked more like hollowed-out eyes staring back at me. I wanted to run, but where? He was right behind me, his hand clamped around my wrist like a shackle.“Welcome home,” Cale said, his voice too smug, too casual, like he hadn’t just dragged me from my life and dumped me into this nightmare.He led me up the winding staircase to a room at the end of a long hallway. The door creaked

The week leading up to the gala was a blur of hell disguised as preparation. Cale was on a power trip, pacing and plotting, going on about alliances and territories like he was a war general. Apparently, the gala was his grand re-entrance into the world of packs. He was at full strength now, his army of twenty wolves polished and lethal, and I—his broken, hollow Luna—was supposed to be the cherry on top.“You’ll act like the Luna I chose,” he said one night, his tone sharp enough to cut. “Behave. Look the part. Be perfect.”Perfect. Right.That’s where Casey came in.Casey, Cale’s Beta. The woman I hated more than I hated him—if that was even possible.She’d been my “trainer” for years, which was just a polite way of saying “torturer.” Casey didn’t hold back. Not with the physical drills. Not with the verbal abuse. And definitely not with the humiliation. She had full reins to mold me into Cale’s version of a perfect Luna, and she relished every second of it.“Shoulders back. Chin up.

(Luca’s Perspective)I wasn’t supposed to be here.Not lurking behind doors, not eavesdropping on conversations that had my blood boiling. But here I was. Watching. Waiting.Quinn’s voice trembled as she faced him—the man, the wolf, whatever the hell he was—threatening her. My Quinn. No, his Quinn now.I’d heard enough.I stepped into the room, slow and deliberate, every movement calculated to keep the anger simmering just below the surface.“Who the hell do you think you are, threatening my mate?” I growled, my voice low but loud enough to make heads turn.The man didn’t flinch. No, he smirked—a cold, arrogant curve of his lips that sent a chill down my spine. Something about that smile…And then it hit me.Recognition slammed into me like a freight train.The Echo.He wasn’t some misty, shapeless presence anymore. No dark whispers from shadows or fleeting glimpses in nightmares. He was here. In the flesh.“Impossible,” I whispered, my eyes narrowing. “How... How are you—?”“Fully fo