All Chapters of Alpha’s Deal: Be My Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 122: The Bond That Never Broke (Asher's POV)Morning sunlight advanced slowly, its warm yellow light creeping up over the forest's border. I was outside the cabin where Zarina and the children slept, watching the threads of pale smoke drift from the chimney.They were safe.Safety, however, did not mean closeness.I had found them… but somehow it still felt like they were slipping away from me.Zarina barely spoke to me. The children—my babies—they gazed at me as if I were a stranger. It shattered me in places that I did not know could be broken.I sat on fallen timber a few feet off, the cold of the ground beneath me grounding my thoughts. My hands trembled slightly as I looked at them—my hands, which had held them as infants, stroked them when they giggled, taught Karly how to throw a punch and Zaya how to braid flowers into anapestic strings…They wouldn't hold my hand now."Daddy?" A small voice broke through my trance.I looked up quickly. It was Zevi. My baby.His brown

Chapter 124 The Silence (Asher's POV)The house was quiet. Too quiet.I was on the porch, elbows on knees, eyes fixed on the mist of the distant tree line. The sun was rising, but everything was gray. The wind rustled through the trees, birds sang as they did every morning—but to my ears, everything was muted.Something within me was breaking.I couldn't breathe. My chest was weighing me down. Not from fighting pain or bodily wounds—but something uglier. Something messier. And something I had no clue how to fix.Cara is pregnant.That lie—because I was beginning to suspect it was a lie—would not quit echoing in my head like a curse.If she really was… how was I supposed to tell Zarina? How was I supposed to tell my children that I—trying to keep them safe—had brought even more devastation upon us?And if she wasn't… why? Why would she stoop so low?I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the back of my neck, angry, tired, and embarrassed."Asher?" a small voice said.I looked up.Zaya

Chapter: The Luna Stands Her Ground (Zarina's POV)Sunlight filtered through the curtains as the packhouse echoed with laughter. My children were slowly getting back to a sense of peace, and for that one thing, I was grateful. Asher was gone, out seeing to the warriors on patrol, and I was enjoying the uncommon silence. But something shifted in the air.It wasn't wind or scent.It was presence.I was facing the door before it was even opened. Cara.She stood there in a tight red dress, eyes slitted and lips sneering. Her presence itself was poison wearing perfume. My entire body tightened. I did not want the children to see her—not her, not after all the pain she had caused them.I smiled gently and glanced at the children. "Why don't you both go and play outside by the garden, huh? Stay close to the guards."They hesitated but did so. My daughter lingered a little longer, as if she sensed something was amiss, but I reassured her with a gentle stroke of my hand through her hair.A

Chapter 128: “We’re Still Here”The sun had risen, spreading golden light across the packhouse. Birds chirped softly outside, and the world looked peaceful—but inside, something still wasn’t right.Asher sat by the window, his hands resting on his knees, his eyes lost in the distance. He looked like he was watching the trees sway in the wind, but his mind was far away.He hadn’t really laughed in days.Not since… all of it. Not since the lying Cara had lied. Not since Zarina had protected herself from him during that fight. Not even when Zarina had forgiven him.She had shown strength he had never known he had needed—but that did not keep the pain in his heart.He was grateful she had not believed Cara's lie. Grateful she had stood her ground. But something inside of him still could not rest. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was remembering nearly losing the people he loved most."Asher?" Zarina's voice tugged him halfway out of his daydream, but he only blinked and nod

Chapter 130 - Scheme(Cara's POV)The air in the house Asher had left me with before had been warm—full of promise. It was oppressive now. The walls, which had once been comforting in their quiet, now mocked me with every breath I took.I was at the window, gripping the edge of the curtain so tightly that my knuckles whitened. I'd stared at the edge of the forest for nearly two hours, waiting—longing—to glimpse the shape of Asher. But he didn't come.Not today.Not yesterday.Not even a whisper.My heart was breaking from the weight of his silence.They were back.Zarina. His children. Those who had taken him away from me then, and now vowed to do it all over again.I remember how his tone changed when he spoke of them. The softness. The longing. How their return had seemingly awakened something he had buried deep within himself for the length of time he spent with me.It was always her.Even when he touched me. Even when he kissed me. Even when I slept alongside him pretending that I