All Chapters of I Came Back For My Alpha and Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Scott I pushed Jace's bedroom door open without knocking, the hinges groaning. The sight before me stopped me dead in my tracks. My brother, Jace, hunched over a half-open suitcase, shirts and trousers spilling out as he shoved them inside with jerky and furious movements.My chest tightened. “You’re packing?”He looked up, his eyes sharp, voice dripping with bitterness. “You don’t even knock anymore. Oh, right… I forgot. This is your house…. Your pack. Well…” He stuffed another shirt inside and zipped the side pocket hard. “…I guess it’s a good thing I’m leaving.”For a second, a petty part of me wanted to smile, to welcome his words. But something heavier pressed in. “As much as I’m glad you’re leaving… and that the wedding is off… I think Louisa is sick.”His hands froze mid-fold. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, suspicion carved into every line of his face. “What game are you about to play now?”I stepped inside, letting the door fall shut behind me. “This isn’t a game, Jace. Somethin

Louisa/AgnesBefore I could part my lips to respond, the sound of footsteps echoed beyond the doors. One by one, the remaining council members filed into the chamber. Their cloaks swept the marble, their boots beat steady as a war drum. They bowed low before me, and only after my subtle nod did they move to take their seats around the long table.When the last chair creaked beneath its new occupant, I rose. Instantly, every man in the hall scrambled to his feet, heads bowed again. Power thrummed in the air, a living thing, filling my lungs with heat.I sank back into my chair, deliberately slow, deliberate as a queen. “Sit.”The scrape of wood against marble filled the silence as they obeyed.But silence never lasts long with politicians. From the far end of the table, one leaned to whisper, though his voice carried just enough to reach me. “She is pregnant.”My spine stiffened, but I didn’t flinch. I let my lips curl into a thin smile. “Yes,” I said clearly, my voice slicing through

Scott The silence after my words was sharp enough to draw blood. My glare burned into George, but he only leaned his weight lazily against the wall as if the air wasn’t suffocating with tension.It was Jace who finally broke it, his voice clipped. “Do you by any chance know the witch inhabiting her body?”George scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “How was I supposed to know? Look, all I know is she’s a witch. I never once considered it was someone else inside her. I thought she was born that way.”My head jerked toward him, disbelief tightening my chest. “So you’ve seen her perform magic before?”“Yes.” His answer came too quickly, his tone sharp.Jace’s eyes narrowed, his shoulders squaring. “When was this?”I growled, stepping forward, impatience clawing at my insides. “Does it matter?”Jace turned his glare on me, his voice rising. “Don’t you want to know how long the witch has possessed Louisa’s body?”The weight of his words sank into me, heavy and suffocating. My breath

Louisa/Agnes Jace’s eyes flicked from the glowing screen back to me. Something shifted in him, his shoulders tightened, his jaw hardened. Then, without warning, he stood.“I don’t know why my instincts are asking me to protect you,” he said, his voice low, almost breaking. “That I shouldn’t let them harm you.”I pushed up to my feet, my heart thudding. “What are you saying?”His stare burned into me, sharp and unrelenting. “Why do I still care about you, even after knowing the truth?”My mouth went dry. My pulse crashed against my ribs. “What truth?”He stepped closer. “You’re not Louisa King. Witch.”The air punched out of me. My lips parted, dumbfounded. My mind reeled. How did he know? I forced a shaky breath, forcing calm into my voice. “Jace, what are you saying? What’s wrong with you?”“Oh, please,” he snapped, his tone dripping with scorn. “Stop pretending.”Before I could answer, the sound of boots and shouts exploded outside. The heavy thud of doors and the sharp clash of st

Louisa/Agnes The blade trembled in my grip as Ayana stepped forward, her eyes like burning coals. I hissed a string of incantations under my breath, the words curling in the air like smoke. The torchlight flickered and in an instant, the basement vanished.Cold air rushed against my skin. When the world steadied, we stood in another chamber, where my original body laid.It lay stretched across an ancient stone table, preserved as though time itself had been commanded to halt. My face, pale and still, bore the faint stains of dried blood across the chest of my dress. The hole where the blade had ended me was dark.Jace wrenched free from my grip, his back hitting the table with a thud. His chest heaved as his voice tore out of him. “What is wrong with you?”I spun to face him, the dagger still clenched in my hand though my arm had fallen slack. My throat tightened. “You really don’t remember me?”His brow furrowed as he glanced at the still form on the table. Wariness shadowed his exp