All Chapters of The Alpha's Mute Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The weight of the silence pressed down on me, thick and oppressive, like a suffocating blanket that refused to lift. Even the softest sounds—the rustle of leaves outside, the whisper of the wind brushing against the windowpane—felt muted, subdued, as though the world itself had fallen under a spell of eerie anticipation. I stood still, barely breathing, my fingertips grazing the cool, dew-frosted glass of the wide window that overlooked the forest stretching endlessly into the distance. The moonlight filtered through the trees, painting long silver streaks across the floor, but even its glow felt wrong tonight—too pale, too ghostly. The calm in the air wasn’t peaceful. It was unnatural, as if the earth itself was holding its breath, waiting for something terrible to happen. Deep in my bones, a low vibration hummed, growing louder with each second. A warning. A whisper from something ancient and primal within me.Something is coming, I thought, the phrase not just echoing through my

Pain was the first thing I felt—dull, spreading like thick ink beneath my skin. My eyelids fluttered open to a blur of soot-streaked canvas above me, the tang of smoke heavy in the air. The shelter around me had once been part of a larger tent, now reduced to a makeshift half-wreckage held up by snapped poles and scorched rope. Somewhere beyond the torn flaps, muffled screams and the metallic clash of steel cracked through the air like thunder. The war had not ended. It had only grown teeth.I shifted slightly and nearly cried out from the burn that pulsed through my side. My body felt like it had been dragged through a storm, then left to rot in its wake. My mouth was dry, the taste of iron heavy on my tongue. My limbs refused to move as if they no longer belonged to me. That’s when I noticed her—Elara—kneeling by a battered table, grinding herbs together with quick, jerky movements. Her back was to me, but her shoulders were tense, her motions far too aggressive for someone trying

The sun had begun its descent, casting a molten hue across the bloodstained sky as darkness crept over the horizon like a slow, suffocating tide.Inside the damp tent, I curled against the far wall, limbs sore and barely functional, every muscle aching from strain and neglect. The fabric around me swayed slightly with the wind, but nothing felt natural anymore. The world outside roared with the dying groans of war, but in here, silence had settled like a weight across my chest. I didn’t need to see the sky to know the war was nearly over. The air felt heavier, like it was mourning with me. I hadn’t eaten in days, and my body throbbed with every movement, my mind clouded by fatigue and helplessness. Yet beneath it all was a flame of defiance, smothered but not dead. I had made plans to escape this place… but hope is a dangerous thing when you’re held in a cage that no one can see.That hope vanished the moment the flap of the tent shifted unnaturally, like the breath of something da

The physical and emotional toll on me was mounting—an unbearable burden that weighed me down deeper with each passing moment. It was as if every breath I took was harder to draw, every movement an excruciating challenge. The weight of everything that had happened crushed me from all sides, and I could feel myself sinking into the abyss. My body was battered, bruised, and bloodied, showing the marks of unrelenting torture, and yet, there seemed to be no end in sight. I had been robbed of any hope for rest. I wasn’t allowed to recover, and every time I thought I might have a moment of respite, Raven would find some new, more inventive way to remind me of my place beneath him—broken, small, utterly helpless. The sense of defeat I felt deep in my bones was overwhelming, gnawing away at me from the inside.Even now, despite my barely being able to stand, Raven made sure to remind me of my weakness. His eyes, cold and unfeeling, never left me for a second. His voice was like a blade, ea

The air in the room was thick, oppressive, and heavy with the scent of blood and sweat. The light from a single flickering bulb hung overhead, casting long, unsettling shadows that seemed to move with the sway of the light, taunting me with their unpredictability. My breath was shallow, trembling, as I strained my ears to listen to the sounds echoing in the cold, damp stone room. I could hear the rasp of Luca’s breath, still unmistakably strong despite his injuries. His form was hunched over, struggling to remain upright under the weight of the ropes that bound him. His shoulders were taut, the muscles beneath his shirt rippling as he tried to free himself—though I knew it was futile. They had taken everything from him. And here, in this suffocating moment, he was powerless to help either of us.Raven stood before Luca, his presence suffocating, as if the very air around him turned to acid with his touch. His voice broke the silence, venomous and dripping with malice as he crouched