Semua Bab The Accused Mate: Bab 111 - Bab 118

POV: Viktor BeaumontThe chair flew past my head and crashed into the stone wall behind me."You're all insane!" Alpha Gideon roared, his face red with rage. "I won't bow to some made-up council that puts rogues on the same level as true Alphas!"I ducked as another Alpha threw his water goblet across the great hall. This was meant to be a peaceful meeting to form the new Inter-Pack Council. Instead, it looked like a war zone."Enough!" I bellowed, my Alpha voice cutting through the confusion like a blade.The room fell silent. Twenty-three Alphas from different packs stared at me with mixes of respect, fear, and barely controlled rage. At sixty-two, I was the oldest Alpha here. The most skilled. And right now, possibly the most frustrated."Sit down, all of you," I ordered. "We're here to build something better, not tear each other apart."Alpha Gideon crossed his huge arms. "Better? You want to give vote rights to rogues and outcasts. That's not be

POV: Elias Beaumont The plate smashed against the wall just inches from my head. "Get out!" Amara screamed, her golden eyes blazing with fury. "I can't even look at you!" I stayed perfectly still, letting clay pieces fall around my feet. Three weeks of this. Three weeks of trying to talk to her, and every conversation finished the same way. "Amara, please," I said quietly. "Just give me five minutes." "Five minutes?" She laughed coldly, grabbing another plate from the table. "You had eighteen years to find me. You had months to believe in me. Now you want five minutes?" The second plate flew past my ear. My wolf whimpered, desperate to comfort our mate. But I forced myself to stay normal, stay calm. "You're right," I said. "I don't deserve five minutes. I don't deserve anything from you." That seemed to surprise her. The third plate stayed in her hands. "But I need to tell you someth

POV: Amara KingsThe screams in my head wouldn't stop.I pressed my hands against my temples, trying to block out the voices of every wolf within fifty miles. Their thoughts, their fears, their ties to each other—all of it crashed into my mind like a tidal wave."Make it stop," I gasped, falling to my knees in Celeste's training room."Focus on one voice," called Mira, Celeste's young student. "Just one. Block out everything else."Easy for her to say. She wasn't the one whose brain felt like it was being torn apart by supernatural links.I tried to focus on Elias. His thoughts were always the clearest to me, probably because of our mate bond. But even his voice was mixed up with dozens of others.Amara, can you hear me? His worry flooded through our link.Too much, I managed to think back. Can't stop it.Suddenly, the sounds quieted. I looked up to see Mira holding a glowing crystal, her face tight with focus."Better?" she asked.I

POV: Rowan KingsleyThe bloody handprint on the cell door was still fresh.I pressed my back against the tree, heart pounding as I stared at the proof I'd been hunting for three months. Someone had been here lately. Someone who was hurt and trying to get inside.My phone buzzed with another message from Amara: Any news about my mother?I couldn't tell her what I thought. Not yet. Not until I was sure.The cabin looked empty, but I'd learned not to trust looks. I'd been tracking leads about Luna Seraphina Winters for weeks, following whispers and stories that most people dismissed as fantasy.Everyone believed she was dead. Everyone except me.I crept closer to the cabin, my nose picking up smells that made my blood run cold. Wolf blood. Fear. And something else—something familiar that I couldn't quite place.The front door was open.Inside, the cabin was a mess. Furniture overturned, dishes broken, clear signs of a fight. But it was the chain