All Chapters of The Alpha's Quiet Mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Magnus's POV I saw her the moment she stepped into the training ground. Elara. She walked beside that weak, unworthy alpha male, holding hands and looking at each other lovingly. That should be me. I watched him whisper something in her ear, and she smiled before he moved to stand beside the Oracle. Getting past his warriors into the pack was child’s play, Lilith had managed to bewitch his weak-willed warriors, allowing me to sneak in. Today was the day I took back my mate.I was the first one to meet Elara. Not that weak pup.My mom and I, goddess rest her soul, were thrown out of Blackwood Pack when I was ten by my father, or rather sperm donor, as I prefer to call him. My mother wasn't his ‘true’ mate. That honor belonged to the woman now in my basement, that weakling’s mother. When he found her, he tossed us like used rags. “You’ll only make things hard for my real heir,” he’d said.We barely survived for two years, drifting from territory to territory, fighting rogues every dam

Magnus's POV Now I'm here to take back what's mine. My mate. I was the one who watched her when she didn’t even realize. I was the one who remembered her voice when the world forgot. I am the one meant to stand beside her when her voice eventually returns.I have given Kieran enough time to enjoy, but not anymore, not with them getting closer every single day. That ends tonight.She is mine.Looking at her draped in that red hood, she looked majestic, regal, and almost untouchable, and I wanted to claim her immediately. It was now her turn to drink from the goblet.She lifted the ceremonial goblet, fingers trembling only slightly. Then her lips touched the rim, and she drank the contents. The moment the liquid slid down her throat, her back arched, and she staggered. My whole body went tense, and my wolf slammed forward inside me, snarling. She collapsed to her knees as if something tore through her.“Elara,” I whispered. I took a step forward, pure instinct dragging me toward her. W

Elara’s POVLilith crumpled to the ground with a thud, blood smearing her cheek, her lips split, and unconscious.No one moved at first.I clenched my fists so tightly my nails threatened to break skin, and my breath became sharp and ragged. My body still buzzed with power, and Nyx—goddess!—she was prowling behind my mind, ready to finish what we started.The only sound I heard at this moment was my shallow breathing and the frantic pounding of my heart against my ribs. My hands were still trembling, the imprint of Lilith's throat vivid against my palm. “She deserves worse,” Nyx growled in my mind.The image from the vision was scorched into my mind, rattling us to our core. Lilith standing over Kieran's dead body didn't sit well with us. It felt like fire in my lungs.“She’s lucky she passed out,” I muttered. “She doesn’t deserve to wake up.”Kieran’s arm came around me, grounding me. “Moya?” he called gently, as if I'll snap any second from now.I turned in his arms, my gaze landin

Elara's POV We finally made it back to our room. The journey from the infirmary to our room was barely five minutes, yet my chest felt heavier with each step. It was as if my body had arrived before my mind did. The moment the door shut behind us, it was like all the noise outside went dead silent. But inside me? Chaos everywhere.“Tonight was a long one,” Kieran muttered, shrugging off his top.I didn’t answer; I just stood there in the center of the room, frozen. My chest was tight. Too tight.He stepped forward and gently caught my arm. “Moya,” he said quietly, turning me to face him. His voice was low, like he was trying not to spook me. “I know. Tonight was the longest one yet... especially for you.”His hands moved carefully, beginning to undress me, removing the hood and slipping fabric over my head. “Just shower,” he murmured, “so you can finally rest.”But I couldn’t move.I sucked in the air, but it felt like it wasn't reaching my lungs. “I—”The vision and the memories fro

Saffron’s POVTobias’ house was exactly what I expected—and yet, it wasn’t. It was clean. Spotless, really. Not a speck of dust, no clutter, everything was where it was supposed to be. The scent of pine and aged wood filled the air, tinged with a sharper edge that was just... him. It was clearly a bachelor’s home—no softness, just sharp corners, dark wood, and leather furniture that was probably super expensive.But it lacked color. No paintings, no throw pillows, no plants. Just black, gray, and a dark navy that blended into the walls so well it almost looked natural. It was like walking into a very organized cave, functional, masculine, and cold.Still, I liked it. Because it was Tobias’ and even in the stoic silence of his house. I felt... safe. I didn't want to leave again.“You like it?” He asked.I nodded as I turned to him. He’d been worried, like really, really worried. I saw it in the clenched fists he tried to hide earlier and in the way his voice dropped whenever he thought