All Chapters of The Alpha's Mute Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I woke up feeling warmth. For as long as I could recall, my body had known only the bite of cold metal, the sting of a whip, and that of the rough scrape of stone beneath my skin.But this… this was different, the softness of the bed, with my body covered with a thick blanket. For a second, I couldn't believe it was me.My mind panicked before my body could react to it.Where am I?Sitting up in the bed, my breath was hitching heavily and just in, the room door swayed open, and a wave of dizziness struck me like a blow as I gripped. I figured I was standing in there and for a second, I dare not raise my face up.Standing at the door post was Killian Blackwood.The Alpha.Memories of the night before slammed into me- the rogues, the blood, the cage, and then his golden eyes.I twisted, my heart was pounding heavily but for a second no words, so I raised my head.He stood near the window, with his back to me. His arms were crossed around his chest.I barely breathed, his presence was s

The word echoed in my head, over and over again, like a curse I couldn’t outrun even when I tried hard to.Killian Blackwood had just claimed me in front of his Beta, in front of his pack. He had spoken the words with conviction, with certainty, as if it was that simple.But it wasn’t.It never was.I had spent years surviving in the shadows, knowing my place. Rogues weren’t claimed. We were discarded, hunted, erased from packs.And yet, here I was.Under his protection.Under his name.Under his rule.A mistake.It had to be.“You’re insane,” Elara muttered to him, raking a hand through her hair.The Council will rip you apart for this and you know.”Killian’s expression remained cold and unyielding as she spoke.“Let them try.”Elara let out a bitter laugh. “You were always reckless, but this? Claiming a rogue as yours? She’ll bring nothing but war to your doorstep, Killian. You know that.”Those words send tenses over me.Not because he was mistaken.Because he was right.I was a p

You could feel the forest air which was thick with tension filled in it, every breath was lanced with the scent of blood and battle. I barely had a moment to recover from Sebastian’s cruel grip before chaos erupted again, I turned abruptly. Killian was fast to lunge at Luther, their snarls and the clash of their fists breaking the suffocating silence of the night. My heart was pounding violently against my ribs as I stumbled backward, my vision was swimming with fear and desperation in it. Sebastian’s words still lingered in my mind as I stared at him, his sinister smirk was haunting me like a ghost I could never escape. I wanted to escape from it but it was clear I can't escape from it. The moment my body reacted, I realized I wasn’t just standing there anymore—I was running. Running away from Sebastian. Running away from being captured. Running toward my freedom to start a new life. My instincts were screaming at me to flee, to vanish into the darkness where I will never be seen ag

Darius stepped closer to Killian, his eyes locked on mine instead of his. He had a cold, calculating look in his eyes as he stared at me, as if he was already assessing my worth. “I’m the one who keeps this pack safe, Killian. And bringing her here? That’s a risk we can’t afford. It's not about you but about the pack” His eyes flashed back to the other wolves.“Not when she’s tied to Sebastian. His scent is all over her and he will surely come for her”I felt a chill go through my body sending goosebumps over my body. They were all right, weren’t they? I was in danger. I was the threat to their pack. I hated to accept the fact. I feel the pressure of their criticism was pressing down on me. But I couldn’t change who I was, I wished I could do that. I would gladly do it, running away from Sebastian and gaining my freedom like every other wolf. But I couldn’t change what Sebastian had done to me. Before anyone else could speak up, the door to the room slammed open again, and a figure wa

I woke to the soft hum of voices outside my door. Listening to the voice I could tell it was Killian's voice. This was the room Killian has given to me to stay for the meantime. It was the best stay I had ever had since I was born. All my life I had been in a cage, with shackles and scuffed around my legs. A slave who was mute. My throat aches badly, not from the screaming last night—I couldn’t—but from holding in the storm that had raged inside me all night. I was yet to believe that Micha would ever want to assassinate me. He was the finger that feeds me. Why would he want to bite me? If he could want to do such, would Killian ever want to assassinate me too one day?The memory of what happened that night was still fresh in my memory, not leaving anytime soon. I knew that smell of his scent and each word he dropped kept ranging in my brain. I was cursed. I belonged to Sebastian. I was never going to speak. The moonband. I knew in my bones that he was telling the truth. It was a bitt