Semua Bab The Alpha's Mute Mate : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The world came back to me in scattered pieces, like a puzzle slowly falling into place. First, there was darkness—soft, suffocating, and oddly comforting. Then came a flicker of something—light, maybe? A sensation brushing against my skin like a whisper. I wasn’t sure where I was or what was happening, but I knew one thing: I wasn’t dead. Not yet. I was coming back to life. The pressure of a mattress cradled my aching body. My limbs felt like they had turned to stone, each muscle screaming with fatigue. The weight of the blankets was oppressive and yet oddly reassuring. I could smell something faint—herbs and blood, maybe a hint of smoke? It grounded me, reminded me of the battlefield I had fought through, of the pain that had consumed me.My eyelids fluttered open with great effort, as though they were being pried apart by invisible fingers. Even in the dim lighting, it felt blinding. My vision was blurry at first—shapes swimming before me like ghosts. Slowly, the room began to shar

Killian’s POVThe door slammed shut behind me as I stepped into the private underground chamber—the place where secrets came to rot and the truth was dragged out, screaming if it had to. The torches on the stone walls flickered with an orange glow, casting sharp shadows on the face of the man chained to the wall like a broken dog. Raven. The traitor. The snake who slithered into our Pack and infected it with poison.I sank into the heavy obsidian chair at the far end of the room. It was carved from stone and enchanted to enhance my Alpha presence—a symbol of judgment and execution. My fingers drummed lightly on the armrest as I studied him. Raven was barely conscious, blood crusted at the corner of his mouth, eyes swollen from earlier beatings. But the bastard still had the nerve to smirk.Elara stood beside him, arms folded, her fingers itching to strike again. She’d been interrogating him since I sent her—while I stayed behind. My mind immediately thought of Selene. My mate. My reas

Killian’s POVThe hall was filled with a tension that clung to the walls like smoke—thick, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. It wasn’t the calm before peace. No, this stillness was deceptive, the kind that coils in the shadows before a beast bares its teeth. The council chamber, ancient and echoing with the whispers of centuries-old decisions, now felt like a battlefield. No swords would be drawn today—only words, power, and truths too sharp to speak plainly.I stood at the center of the chamber, the weight of my title pressing heavier on my shoulders than my ceremonial armor. The domed ceiling loomed high above, bearing the sigils of past Alphas carved in obsidian. I wondered briefly how many had stood here like me—haunted, conflicted, and forced to choose between the heart and the crown.To my left stood Elara. Dressed in her usual crimson robes, her figure cut a striking image of grace and poise. Her chin was high, her lips closed tight, and her gaze never drifted far from me—

The silence inside my room felt heavier than usual. Even though it was late outside, I hadn’t changed out of my clothes, yet the one I put on to attend the meeting with the elders and Elara.I was still pacing the wooden floor with restless steps.Killian hadn’t returned yet. He was told earlier that the crystals are missing. Hearing that made a knot tightened in my stomach.The Moonlight Ceremony is tomorrow, and without those crystals, the bond wouldn’t seal properly between us both. It wasn’t just symbolic—it was spiritual, binding. The Moon Goddess wouldn’t bless a union unless all elements were present. And right now, the most sacred pieces are gone.Stolen.I sat down at the edge of the bed and stared at my hands. They were trembling, though not from fear. Frustration surged beneath my skin like wildfire. After everything—after surviving exile, rejection, nearly losing my wolf, and Killian’s redemption arc—was this how it would all unravel?No. I wouldn’t let it. Not now that I

The mattress dipped beneath my weight as I curled into the thick bedding, but no warmth could settle my nerves. Not even the heavy, velvet blankets that once felt like a cocoon could still my racing heart. The palace was too quiet—ominously so.The crystal—the heart of the ceremony, the key to completing the bond—was still missing.My eyes traced the carved ceiling of the palace chamber as if answers might fetch themselves into the wood grain. The intricate patterns above looked like vines forever frozen mid-tangle, twisting in silence, much like the thoughts in my mind.Killian had insisted the ceremony could go on. That it would work regardless. But I could see the doubt in his eyes no matter how often he masked it behind steel. His voice had been firm, but his grip on my hand had trembled—just slightly, just enough for me to feel the truth.I rolled onto my side and clutched the pillow to my chest, my fingers digging into the soft fabric until my nails bit through the seams.He wan