Semua Bab The Mate She Can’t See: Bab 241 - Bab 250

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX“Keep your eyes sharp,” Ronald ordered as we moved along the narrow trail.The night was quiet, but not peaceful. Every rustle of leaves sounded too loud, every shadow too deep. The moonlight silvered the river ahead, turning the water into a sheet of broken glass.I walked at the front with Ronald, while two trusted warriors, Hale and Doran, covered our surroundings. Behind us, Viktor’s chosen guards, Luka and Arien, moved like ghosts. Their silent presence kept the air tight with tension.Zoey hadn’t wanted me to come, but I couldn’t stay behind. Whoever staged the attack had left their mark here. I needed to see it with my own eyes.Ronald raised a hand and we halted.“There,” he whispered, pointing toward a cluster of rocks by the riverbank.The ground was torn in places, damp soil pressed by boots and claws. Ronald crouched low, sniffing. “Same as before. Vampire scent… but faint. Almost washed away.”Luka stepped forward, his silver eyes narrow

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT“Nicole didn’t come back last night.”Ronald’s voice came low and sharp as he stepped into my office without knocking. Sunlight leaked through the tall windows, painting streaks of gold across the map spread on my desk. I had barely slept.I looked up from the patrol reports. “What do you mean she didn’t come back?”“She left the council house after the meeting and never returned. The guards said she told them she was visiting a sick friend in the village, but nobody’s seen her since.”A cold knot formed in my chest. “And Marcus?”“He claims he doesn’t know where she is,” Ronald said flatly. “Too calm for a father whose daughter disappeared overnight.”My jaw tightened. Marcus’s games were becoming reckless. “Double the patrols near the eastern border. No one enters or leaves without my order.”Ronald gave a sharp nod and turned to leave when a frantic knock interrupted us.“Come in,” I called.A young warrior stumbled inside, breathing hard. “Alph

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY“Zoey,” a whisper cut through the dark, urgent and shaky.I sat up fast, heart racing. The moonlight coming through the curtains turned the room silver and strange. “Who’s there?”The door creaked open just enough for a slim figure to slip inside. Nicole. Her eyes were wide, her breathing uneven. She looked like she’d run a long way.“Nicole?” I swung my legs off the bed. “What happened? Are you hurt?”She shut the door quickly and pressed her back against it. “I—I had to come. Please don’t call anyone.”The fear in her voice stopped me cold. “Okay. You’re safe. Come here.”She crossed the room in a rush, wringing her hands. Her hair was messy, and there was mud on the hem of her dress.“What’s wrong?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “Is it your father?”Her lips trembled. “Yes. And more than that.”I guided her to sit beside me on the bed. Her whole body shook like a trapped bird.“Nicole, breathe,” I said softly, placing a hand over hers. “Tell me what’s

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO “Alpha, this was pinned to the north gate.”Ronald’s voice was tight as he held out a black envelope. Silver dust clung to the edges like frost, catching the torchlight. My stomach dropped the moment I saw it.Graham took it without a word. His thumb brushed the seal, an unfamiliar crest burned in crimson wax. A wolf’s skull inside a circle of thorns. Kelvin’s mark.Zoey stood beside me, her hand tightening around mine. “What is it?”Graham broke the seal and unfolded the paper. The smell of charred wood rose instantly, as if the message itself had been dragged through fire.The words were written in jagged strokes of black ink, each letter pressed deep into the page:You took what was promised to me. The girl. The pack. The power. You think you can hide behind your walls, but I see everything. The child will not be born under your roof. When the moon wanes, I will come. And when I leave, you will have nothing.No signature. Just a streak of dried bl

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR“Push forward!” Graham’s roar cut through the night like a blade.I watched from the ridge as his command sent the first wave of wolves charging down the slope. Silver fur flashed under the moonlight, claws tearing through frosted grass. Viktor’s vampires darted ahead in streaks of black and crimson, moving so fast they blurred against the trees.The valley below was already chaos. Rogues poured from the shadowed woods in wild, snarling packs. Their eyes glowed like dying embers, their teeth slick with blood. Steel clashed on steel as warriors met in a storm of growls, screams, and the wet crack of bone.From my safe post behind the forward lines, every heartbeat sounded like thunder. I could see Graham in the thick of it, a massive silver wolf cutting through the rogues like a living blade. He fought with a terrifying grace, every movement sharp and deliberate. His howl rolled across the battlefield, rallying our fighters as they slammed against Kel