All Chapters of The Alpha's Mute Mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elder Garrick stepped forward, placing a hand on each of our shoulders.“By the power of the Old Tongue, and the truth of your bond, I bless this union.”The relic surged.A wave of warm energy passed through us. My head tilted back as light pulsed from the crystal, encircling our joined hands. The bond solidified—sharp, pure, eternal.Killian’s eyes widened, then softened. “Do you feel that?”I nodded, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I had never felt something so complete. So... real.The crowd erupted into cheers, wolves howling, hands clapping.Luca was the first to approach us. His grin was wide, real. “I’ve never seen him smile that much in one year, let alone one day.”Killian laughed, actually laughed, and pulled him into a hug. Luca patted his back roughly.“Thank you,” Killian said. “For believing in us.”“I always did.”Then Elara stepped forward.All eyes turned to her like drawn blades, hesitant and watching. But she didn’t falter. She held her head high, her every

The room was quiet—so quiet that if a pin had fallen, the sound could be easily heard. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sounds of the city outside seemed to fade into nothing as I sat in the center of the bed, the sheets crumpled around me. I hadn’t realized how much tension I had been carrying until it all seemed to hit me at once, like a wave crashing down. Killian had left just moments ago, his footsteps fading as he disappeared down the hall, but the weight of the conversation lingered in the air. We were no closer to figuring out how to navigate this strange new reality, but for now, I felt a strange sense of relief. The room felt safe, and I let my mind sink into the stillness, hoping for a few moments of peace.But peace wasn’t something I could hold onto easily as I assumed—not with everything that had been happening recently, not with the ever-present shadow of Sebastian lurking in my thoughts like he had me in his capture already as before. The thought o

The days felt like they stretched on forever as I trained. I could feel my muscles ache with each passing moment, but the pain was nothing compared to the fire burning inside me. I was growing stronger, piece by piece, yet the gnawing fear never left me. Sebastian was still out there, somewhere in the shadows, and I could feel his presence lurking like a storm on the horizon, ready to break. The fear of his arrival was something that haunted my every step, following me like a constant whisper in my ear, warning me that I wasn’t ready for what he would bring. It was as if my entire world had shifted, and I could never escape the feeling that something terrible was coming. But despite the fear, I pressed on, determined to protect myself, to prove that I wasn’t the fragile, broken girl I had once been. The training was grueling, but with each hour, I felt a little closer to the person I wanted to become.Luca had been relentless in his efforts to teach me. He had a way of pushing me be

The morning light spilled like liquid gold across the stone floors, soft and muted, seeping through the half-drawn curtains and casting long shadows on the ground. For a long moment, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling as the warmth kissed my bare arms. Listening. Breathing. Feeling the slow, steady rhythm of life thudding gently in my chest. No nightmares twisted my mind into knots. No screaming silence clawed at my throat like it so often did. Just me — quiet, but not broken. The kind of peace so fragile, it almost hurt to hold onto it.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my toes curling against the cool stone floor. In the mirror across the room, my reflection stared back — thinner than I remembered, paler too, but alive. Haunted eyes met mine, darkened by the battles I'd survived, rimmed with the bruises still blooming at my throat. Fading... but stubborn reminders of what had almost broken me. My hand trembled slightly as I lifted it, tracing the faint outline of

The weight of everything pressing down on me felt suffocating. I could barely lift my head as Killian barked orders to his men, his voice steady despite the mounting pressure. We were preparing for war. The time had come. I knew how much I rested on this moment, how much I depended on what would happen next. The armies were ready, the strategies set. Killian, unflinching, was prepared to lead them to victory, as he always was. He had the look of a man on the edge of something monumental, his face hard and resolute, eyes sharp with determination.It was in his nature to lead, to take charge when everything else seemed to be falling apart. But despite his ironclad strength, there was a part of me that felt like I was slipping through his grasp.But I wasn’t with him. I wasn’t out there, standing beside him at this crucial moment. Instead, I was stuck here in this damned war room, trapped in my own body, fighting to keep my eyes open, fighting for the strength to breathe as the poison