All Chapters of The Alpha's Mute Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Luca roared, a guttural, primal sound that echoed off the dungeon walls and made the chains around my wrists rattle. His body surged upward with a burst of power I hadn’t seen before—an explosion of strength that sent Raven stumbling backward. Dust flew as Raven’s massive wolf form skidded across the stone floor, claws gouging into the ground in a desperate attempt to regain footing. But Luca didn’t give him the chance. In one fluid motion, Luca shifted, his body shimmering with violet and golden light, fur erupting along his limbs like lightning striking from within. His eyes—no longer the gentle brown I knew—burned with a radiant white glow that pierced the gloom.I stared, heart pounding, as his wolf form took shape—tall, sleek, yet radiating a raw, ancient power that shook me to my core. This wasn’t the healer I knew. This was a being of myth—The Healer. Not just a name, but a prophecy born into flesh. His silver-glowing fur glinted beneath the torchlight, and magic hummed arou

Killian’s POVThe pain came in waves—not from the gaping wound in my side, but from the searing truth that gripped my soul: I had failed. Not just as an Alpha, not just as the pack’s protector, but as Selene’s mate. Her husband. The one who once vowed, before blood and gods and stars, that I would never let her fall into darkness again.And now—she was gone. Ripped from me. Dragged into the shadows by the one monster I hadn’t killed in time. I had failed her in the most irredeemable way. The weight of that knowledge sank deep, clawing at me from the inside out, gnawing at my spirit. The very earth beneath me felt unstable, as if it might give way, swallowing me whole. The blood-soaked remnants of my shirt clung to my skin, an unrelenting reminder of the battle we had just fought—and lost.Blood soaked through what remained of my shirt, the silver blade’s residue still poisoning my veins. I knelt beside Luca, who was groaning softly in the mud, his breath shallow, hand pressed weakly

The air here is alive with fire. It breathes against my skin like a snarling beast, hot and seething, licking at my wounds with tongues of flame. Each breath I take is a punishment. The heat scorches my lungs, my throat feels lined with embers, and every inhale is a war. The forge roars behind me, its molten heart pulsing like a living thing, casting a violent red glow over the jagged obsidian walls. It isn’t just a room. It’s a furnace built to break things—metal, willpower, souls.The stench of burning flesh lingers heavy in the air, and I realize with horror it’s mine. My skin sizzles where the molten chains bite into it, the heat so intense it fuses flesh to metal, and when I try to move, they tear at me like cruel claws. My hands, my back, even the soles of my feet—weeping wounds cover every inch of me. I am dragged forward, not by choice, but by duty. A punishment. A sentence. In my arms I carry the bones of wolves—massive, ancient, cracked by time but still heavy with fo

The moment the needle emptied into my veins, I felt it—an unnatural cold, not just on my skin but beneath it, crawling through every artery like liquid ice. It was slow at first, deceptively gentle, as if the poison wanted me to notice every inch of its invasion.My body didn’t react immediately. For one breathless second, it was as if time had paused—held hostage between one heartbeat and the next. Then the pain detonated inside me. All at once. A firestorm of agony erupted from my chest and spread outward, searing through muscle, tendon, and marrow. My back arched so violently I felt something snap near my spine. My vision blurred, and my jaw locked tight. No scream escaped me. I couldn’t scream. I was still mute.Trapped in a body writing in torment with no voice to release it. My fingernails dug so hard into my palms they broke the skin, leaving crescent-shaped wounds that bled freely. I was trying to ground myself, to hold on to something real—but it didn’t work. Nothing was rea

The air in the ritual arena is nothing like the suffocating void I came from—but somehow, it's worse. Here, the world is too sharp, too loud, too bright. The sudden flood of sensation after so much absence makes my body flinch from everything. The cold stone beneath my knees feels like knives. The torchlight overhead flickers with a pulse that beats in time with my terror. It’s like waking from death only to be dragged straight into another nightmare. My eyes sting from the light, but I don’t dare close them—not with Sebastian standing over me. His presence poisons the space like smoke you can’t escape. There’s something ceremonial about the way he holds himself now, dressed in black robes marked with sigils that shimmer like blood under moonlight. The entire arena reeks of power twisted out of nature.There’s a circle of silver blades embedded in the floor, glinting like fangs. At its center, me—on my knees, shaking, trying not to scream. And then he speaks, his voice too calm for