All Chapters of Alpha’s Claimed Mate.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EMBER’S POV.I haven’t cried and prayed like I have like this since my parents died, I’ve lost everything in my life—Lord please do not let me lose this one. He’s all I’ve got. Give Asher back to me, this wasn’t even suppose to be him. That bullet had my name written on it. I don’t know why, or who I’ve pissed off that would want to see me kidnapped or even worse—dead!I keep wandering and pacing back and forth in the visitors room waiting for the doctor to come out. Praying to all the gods I know of. “Ms Ember?” A voice stopped me in my tracks.“Yes, that’s Me” I turned face front to him “how is it he?”“He’s going to be fine ma’am, the bullet missed all his vital organs” he says “but he needs rest, so we’d keep him here for some days so we can monitor his improvement” the doctor added.“Thank you Doctor, thank you so much” I say. “No, thank you. You saved him actually, you brought him in time. The lose of blood would’ve been detrimental, but you reacted on time. So give yourself s

ASHER’S POV.As I stepped into the dimly lit corridors of my estate, the flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls. I’d been feeling restless since my return, and a growing sense of unease had been gnawing at me. As I walked, I found myself standing in front of the family crypt, the heavy stone door creaking as I pushed it open.The air inside was thick with the scent of incense and decay. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw Akira standing before me, her eyes gleaming in the faint light."Young wolf," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've been waiting for you."My heart quickened as he approached her. "Akira, what are you doing here?" I asked, wearing a mask of curiosity.Akira's gaze locked onto mine, her expression urgent. "I've come to warn you again, Asher. The threat is looming closer. You must be prepared." She announced.My mind flashed back to our previous conversations, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "What do you mean? What threat?"Akira's

DARIUS LARK’S POV.I stood at the window, the city lights twinkling like stars below, but my mind was a thousand miles away. My head echoed with the dwindling voice of Enid as she revealed her discovery to me last night."Enid has found a sample that connects the St. Clairs to the murder of Manny and the animals." My fingers tightened around the glass, the scotch suddenly tasting bitter, as I hit ‘send’ on my phone. I texted Julian to let him know about the discovery.Panic began to creep in, my heart racing with every possible scenario. Enid was getting too close, and I couldn't let her expose our involvement. I thought about all the times I'd been careful, all the precautions I'd taken to keep our secrets safe. But now, it seemed, Enid had stumbled upon something that could ruin everything.I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead as I thought about the consequences. The St. Clairs, the company, my reputation – it all had to be protected. I thought about the next move, the steps

ENID’S POVThe small space is dimly lit — just the warm amber from a single lamp and the city glow leaking through half-shut blinds. A tea mug sits on the edge of the table, long forgotten. Enid paces, barefoot, her hair pulled back in a hasty knot.There’s a knock.I hesitated, heart thudding. Then the door creaks open.LARK steps in, not waiting for an invite. He shuts the door behind him with a soft click. He doesn’t smile — not really. Just studies me like he already knows what I’m thinking.“You’re going to tell Asher, aren’t you?” He asked.“You shouldn’t be here.” I said.“Didn’t ask if I should be. I’m here because I know you better than anyone, Enid. And you’ve got that look again.” He said back.“What look?” I asked.“Like you’re about to set your own house on fire just to feel clean.” He responded.I looked away, jaw tightening. Silence stretches between us.“I’m not here to argue. Just… don’t make this harder than it already is.” He added.“He deserves the truth.” I said,

EMBER WELLESLEY’S POVThe room is dim. A few candles flicker near the windowsill. Rain lashes gently against the glass. I sat on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, clutching a sweater that used to belong to Ava. My eyes are red, my face pale. A storm rages silently inside me, muted only by exhaustion.Asher stands in the doorway, hesitant. He watches me for a moment before stepping inside, shutting the door softly behind him. He crosses the room and lowers himself next to me.“You’ve been in here for hours.” Asher said, quietly.I do not respond. My fingers tighten around the sweater. When I speak, my voice is brittle, like glass on the edge of shattering.“We had her right there in front of us last night, and I didn’t even ask if she was okay. I didn’t even—God, I didn’t *see* it.” I responded.“None of us did.” Asher said softly.“But I should have. I *knew* her. I knew how she hid things. And I just… let her say she was fine. Like always.” I protested.Silence. Asher reaches out,