Semua Bab The Doctor's Alpha Mate: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Hope's POV.After an entire day preparing, everything is finally perfect. Morgana, Velara and I spent most of the day moving and rearranging the furniture in Morgana's place, making sure that the room flowed perfectly and that there would be enough space for all of us. Then we helped Morgana to clean up - the pups made a mess again. We cleaned up again. When the pups made a mess for the third time as they began to play another game of 'Pin the tail on the Wolf'- Velara being the wolf - Morgana and I couldn't resist and decided to join in the fun.We spent almost an hour chasing Velara around, trying to pin a make-shift tail on her back. Velara showed her grit as former Luna - she evaded our grasps with very little effort and a whole lot of grace. It took all of us to pin her down, and we were all panting and on the floor by the time we managed to do so. She tried very hard, but with little success to hide the slight smugness on her face as she watched all of us struggling to get back

Emory's POV.My mind races at a million miles a second - hidden secrets, unanswered questions, unspoken truths, and unshared knowledge haunting me as I make my way through the dense forest. My paws sinking into the soft soil as they carry me faster. My lungs burning with every sharp intake of cold, crisp mountain air. The trees fading into a thick, black blur as my eyes narrow in on, and focus solely on the path ahead.I understand what I have to do now. Know the path that I have to take. I finally have clarity. The Goddess has spoken to me - shown me what she expects from me. It's something that I have been waiting for without even realizing it. A purpose lying dormant in the deepest parts of my soul, just waiting to be ignited so that it can burn bright, unrestrained as it leads me forward.My paws carry me even faster still. The newly awakened goal inside me pulling me forward.I finally arrive back home. But something is different - feels different. Not about the place, but insid

Hope's POV.The training ground is still littered with broken branches and churned-up earth—evidence of the intense session Malakar and I just finished. My muscles ache, sweat clings to my skin, and yet I hardly feel any of it. Not really.Because my mind is miles away.I pace the clearing with slow, uneven steps, trying to quiet the storm inside my chest. The world around me is calm now — the wind whispering through the trees, birds flitting through the canopy — but none of it touches me. None of it can reach the place where the ache has rooted itself.“Hope,” Malakar’s voice breaks through the haze, low and edged with concern. “You’ve been somewhere else all day.”I stop walking, but I don’t face him. I stare at the ground, at the scuff marks our sparring left in the dirt, and try to find the right words. There aren’t any.He waits a beat. Two. “Talk to me.” His voice is softer now. Patient.I finally turn to him, and the moment I see the worry etched into his face, the dam cracks.

Emory's POV.The first golden hint of dawn slips through the curtains, casting a soft light over the room and wrapping everything in a delicate, amber glow. The air is still, peaceful — the kind of stillness that only comes after something beautiful, something right.Lucian lies beside me, his face softened by sleep, his dark lashes resting against his cheek. His breathing is slow and even, steady as the heartbeat I can feel through the thin space between us. I watch him in silence, memorizing the curve of his jaw, the way his hair falls slightly over his brow, the strength in his shoulders even at rest. He looks so peaceful. So completely mine.My fingers move without thinking, lightly tracing the mark now etched at the base of my neck — his mark. His promise. My gift. The connection between us hums quietly, a constant thread of warmth tying me to him even in the quietest moment. The night before replays in my mind like a favorite melody: his touch, his voice, the way he looked at me

Malachai's POV.They laugh.They laugh like they’ve forgotten what they are.Like they haven’t clawed through flesh and bone. Like they haven’t left children screaming over mangled bodies, or burned entire bloodlines down to ash.Like they didn’t take everything from me.I watch from the shadows, cloaked by the thick forest lining the edge of their precious haven. My men crouch beside me, armed and ready, eyes locked on the wolves that sprawl in the grass like a pack of overgrown mutts playing at being human.The sun has the audacity to shine down on them — them — like they deserve light.They don’t.They deserve darkness. Suffering. Pain. And I’ve come to give it to them.I’ve waited years for this moment. Trained for it. Bled for it. I made them my purpose — every breath I’ve taken since that night, every bullet I’ve carved with silver, every loyal soldier I’ve raised from grief and fury — all for this. Them.I see Velara, the whore who started all of this with her corrupted lust. L