Semua Bab The Alpha's Mute Mate : Bab 171 - Bab 180

The Watcher's smile turns predatory as he produces something that shouldn't exist—a mirror crafted from obsidian so pure it seems to absorb light itself, its surface rippling with veins of silver fire that pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat. The frame appears to be carved from crystallized starlight, edges sharp enough to cut reality itself, and when I look at it, my reflection doesn't show. Instead, the surface writhes with possibilities, showing glimpses of futures and pasts that exist in the spaces between what is and what could be. "The Threshold Key," he announces with the reverence of a priest unveiling a sacred relic. "Forged from the first mirror that ever showed a lie, tempered in the fires of dying stars, and blessed by the tears of gods who learned too late that mercy is a luxury the universe cannot afford."The moment the mirror appears, Aramis's sword ignites with silver flames that burn so bright they leave afterimages seared into my vision. His human form is barely ho

Luna-Shadow's final word hangs in the crystalline air like a death knell, and then, everything collapses.The mirrors don't just crack; they scream. Each reflective surface ripples like disturbed water, distorting our faces into grotesque amalgamations of what we were, what we are, what we might become. The sound is unbearable—a symphony of breaking glass mixed with voices that bleed into one another until I can't tell where one Selene ends and another begins.My feet leave the ground. We all rise, pulled by invisible threads toward something that shouldn't exist—a place I've only heard whispered about in the darkest corners of lunar prophecy.“The Throat of Echoes.’The legendary graveyard where broken selves go to scream their final truths before silence swallows them whole.I try to speak, to warn the others, but my throat burns like I've swallowed molten silver. The pain is excruciating, yet somehow words still pour from my lips—urgent, desperate, ‘mine’. The other versions of me

The void swallows me whole, and I become nothing. No ground beneath my feet, no sky above my head, no walls to trace with trembling fingers. I float in absolute emptiness, suspended between heartbeats that might not even be mine anymore.The mirror-blade pulses in my grip—warm, alive, singing a song only I can hear. It hums with recognition, responding to something deep inside me that refuses to dissolve. My other senses abandon me one by one.Sight first, then sound, then the feeling of my own skin. But the blade remains constant, a silver anchor in this sea of nothingness. I lift my free hand without thinking, muscle memory guiding me toward communication. My fingers form the first sign—”Where?”—and suddenly light blooms around my gesture. Silver fire traces the movement, hanging in the air like captured starlight. The rune pulses, grows brighter, and something impossible happens. The void responds. Where my sign hovers, substance begins to form. Not walls exactly, but bounda

The portal closes behind me with a sound like glass breaking. My feet touch the familiar ground of the Blackwood Pack clearing, but everything feels different now. The silver sigils on my arms pulse with warm light, and beside me, my white wolf companion sits perfectly still. The pack members who were waiting for my return stared at us in complete silence. Their eyes move between me and the magnificent creature at my side. Killian stands at the front of the group, his mouth open in shock.I can see questions in his dark eyes, but before anyone can speak, something inside me begins to change. The power that has been sleeping in my blood for so long starts to wake up. My hands begin to shake, and I know what is about to happen. I have always been different, always been the girl who could not speak, but now I understand why Luna made me this way. The white wolf beside me looks up at me with knowing eyes, and I realize she is not just my companion. She is me.The transformation begin

The council chamber felt suffocating despite its vast dimensions, the weight of impending doom pressing down on everyone gathered within its stone walls.I sat at the head of the ancient oak table, my fingers tracing the worn grooves carved by generations of Alphas before Killian, while the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the faces of our most trusted advisors. Elder Magnus's weathered hands trembled as he spread the intelligence reports before us, his usual composed demeanor cracking under the gravity of what we'd discovered. The silence stretched taut as a bowstring until Killian's deep voice cut through it like a blade, confirming what we all feared—somewhere beyond our borders, a pack led by an Alpha whose very name was whispered in terror had set their sights on me.Not on our territory, not on our resources, but specifically on me, the White Wolf whose power they believed could elevate them to unprecedented dominance over all werewolf kinds.My throat constr