All Chapters of This Mate Bond Is Poison: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Eleven“She is not her. She has no wolf either so how the hell can you sense her fear? Don't.”The silence that followed was not peaceful. It was pressure and like a storm gathered in his chest. He did not know if it was guilt, grief, or fury… or maybe all three braided together like a rope tight enough to choke him.He thought about the ceremony. The gasp in the crowd. The way his hand bled. The way hers trembled.And he thought about the man: the one who dared call her a slave.The way the blade hit.The way she looked at him afterward. Not with fear.With confusion.“Good,” his wolf said. “You should wonder.”Callister took another drink. He had never met any wolf as judgemental as his wolf. Though, he could only know his own. However, he had not heard any werewolf talk about their wolves like the way his wolf behaved.How would Lilith be feeling? What would she be thinking? He had sworn after her death, that he would never be with another woman. How come he was marrying on

Chapter Thirteen Her presence lit the room effortlessly, her laughter folding into the Alpha’s like they were one breath, and one being. And when she spoke, her voice was silk; quiet, steady, and full of warmth that made even the coldest warriors soften.And for some reason, Eileen had thought of her own mother.Not because they looked the same. But because they felt the same. That same grace. That same effortless elegance that didn’t need jewels to shine. Her mother would have loved this moment. Would have smiled with that quiet pride that filled a room more than applause ever could. She used to speak of wedding days like they were dreams wrapped in satin. She used to say to her, ‘When the day comes, you will walk like royalty, and your dress will look like it was sewn from the stars.’She had believed her because of how beautiful she was and how happy she was with her father. She believed her because of Callister's mother, though she had died shortly after the day she saw her and

Chapter Fifteen The Elders turned with identical expressions of disdain.“So,” one said, “the new Alpha celebrates his rise by drowning himself in liquor.”Callister didn’t stop walking. He passed them like they were ghosts. His eyes met no one’s. He made it to the table in the corner and poured himself another drink… this time clear, not amber, and threw it back with a tilt of his throat.The glass thunked against the table.“Get your shit together,” one Elder snarled. “This is not a title you can sleep off. The pack needs leadership.”“The pack,” Callister muttered, voice hoarse, “should have thought of that before tying me to a throne I did not ask for.”Another Elder took a step forward, his jaw clenched. “You were chosen by the Moon Goddess, by your blood, and by rite—”“I was cornered,” Callister cut in. “Do not mistake it for acceptance.” He sounded like a knife cutting through space.The room trembled with tension.Then, as if summoned by storm clouds, the door opened once mo

Chapter Seventeen Callister finally stepped out of his chambers with a scowl stitched into his face, his cloak trailing behind him like a storm cloud. He didn't know where he was going. He just needed to get the hell out of there and away from every wolf.The hall was already alive with murmurs, but they silenced as soon as he appeared. He knew they had all heard how he stormed out, disregarding their ‘mighty’ elders. Servants turned their backs. Guards straightened. No one dared meet his gaze. If he could treat the Elders anyhow he wanted, who were they to make him angry?He didn’t walk like a newly crowned Alpha.He walked like a man dragging chains he never asked for.Halfway down the corridor that led to either the Grand Hall or the backyard, his father appeared. Dressed in a tailored coat of muted greys and deep green trim. His father didn't look any different though he was now the former Alpha. He stood like a ghost trying to look whole.“You look good in that cloak,” His fat

Chapter NineteenEileen froze.Her breath caught halfway in her chest, the air refusing to leave as Callister’s words hung heavy in the chamber.‘Take off your clothes.’ or did she not hear correctly?The command was raw. Stripped of context. It could have meant anything and her mind rushed to fill the silence with every possibility.Her head snapped toward the door, eyes wide, as if she needed to see where the voice had come from. Maybe truly she had imagined it. Maybe the shadows in her head had finally taken shape and spoken aloud.But no, he was there.Callister stood in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, his cloak hanging half off as though he had thrown it on in anger. His eyes; dark, unflinching… they were fixed on her, leaving no room for misunderstanding.She searched his face, desperate for a flicker of humor, hesitation, anything to suggest she had misheard him. But there was none. Of course, there wouldn’t be: Callister wasn’t a man of half-measures or gentle