Semua Bab The Alpha's Mute Mate : Bab 141 - Bab 150

The silence after Sebastian’s death was nothing short of deafening. His lifeless body crumpled at my feet, blood pooling in every direction, staining the cold stone beneath me. I stood there, drenched in his essence, still holding the faintest trace of power that was all my own—something Sebastian had tried so desperately to bury. The fury inside me burned hotter than the flames that threatened to spill from my veins, and I could feel it—coursing like liquid fire, threatening to destroy everything in its path.It was an ancient force, something not just unleashed but awakened by the very death of the monster who had silenced me for years. I was no longer the broken, quiet mate he had kept in chains. I was a force of nature—a storm in human form. Yet, the anger that consumed me was not just for him, but for everything he had done to me, to my soul. I had been muted.I had been caged.And now, finally, the cage was no more. But what came next was unknown. The power swirled inside

The cell I was caged in groaned with every breath of the angry wind outside, but the louder unrest came from within the prison itself. The pounding of feet, the rising growls of frustration—it all echoed off stone walls like war drums.I knew they were coming.I heard them before I saw them. Three guards approached, their footsteps sharp against the cobbled floor.Two moved with certainty, already reaching for the silver chains they intended to clamp around my wrists. The third hesitated.“We shouldn’t do this now,” he said to the others, glancing nervously at the barred windows where shouts from the pack were already filtering through. “They’ll tear her apart before she ever gets to stand trial.” One of the others snarled, indifferent to his concern. “Let them. She deserves it. Alpha killer. Mute witch.”He spat on me through the bars, the glob hitting my cheek and sliding down slowly. I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. But something twisted inside me—a fire, o

The power building in my chest demands release, and I no longer have the strength or will to contain it. It explodes outward in a wave of invisible force that makes my previous displays look like gentle breezes. Ancient oaks, their trunks thick as houses, crack down their centers with sounds like thunder. The very ground beneath our feet splits open, creating a spider web of fissures that radiate outward from where I stand. Marcus and his team are lifted off their feet and hurled through the air like dolls thrown by an angry child.They slam into tree trunks twenty feet away, their bodies making wet, breaking sounds as they hit. The silver-haired woman's scream cuts off abruptly as she strikes a boulder, and she doesn't get back up. The other two try to rise, blood streaming from their mouths and noses, but the continuing waves of force keep them pinned against the forest floor. Through it all, I feel something warm and wet flowing from my own face—not just my nose now, but my ears

The love I see reflected in Killian's eyes becomes my anchor as I make the choice that will either save us or damn us both. "I accept," I whisper to the Shadowkin voices, but even as the words leave my lips, I add a condition that makes them pause in surprise."But I do this for love, not conquest. I will carry your power, honor your legacy, but I will not become your puppet." The ancient beings seem to consider this, their presence shifting from predatory hunger to something almost like respect. "Very well, child of our blood," they finally respond, their voices carrying the weight of eons."Let love be your compass as our power flows through you. But know this—once awakened, the Shadowkin legacy cannot be undone. You will never again be merely a wolf or merely human." The transformation begins not with pain, but with a strange sense of completion, as if pieces of myself I never knew were missing are finally sliding into place. Power flows through my veins like liquid starlight, bu

The scent of Bloodfang wolves thickens in the air—vengeance carried on every breath of wind. I can feel it before I see them, that familiar metallic taste of bloodlust coating my tongue like copper pennies.My Shadowkin senses flare to life, reading the currents of malice that flow through the forest like poison in a stream. Eight of them. Elite fighters, their hearts beating in perfect synchronization, trained to hunt as one lethal unit. Leading them is a presence I recognize from Sebastian's memories—Hasor, his priest, now the acting Alpha of what remains of the Bloodfang pack. But there's something different about their approach, something calculated and cold that sets my teeth on edge. They're not just here to kill me in some frenzied act of revenge. This feels orchestrated, planned with military precision. They want to make an example of me, to drag me back in chains and parade my broken body before the supernatural community as proof that even the most powerful can fall. The