All Chapters of The Alpha's Quiet Mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

Elara's POVI woke up to a strange, metallic scent filling my nose, instead of the usual warm, amberwood scent that filled our room. I opened my eyes and looked around the room, and strangely enough… it wasn’t our room.The bedsheets were rough and cold to touch, the air was cold too, and the whole room smelled wet and metallic. What was even stranger was the fact that Kieran wasn't here. I remembered dozing off after telling him about the vision I had.So where the hell was I?I sat up slowly, my instincts on edge. The walls in the room were too close, and the ceiling was too low. My stomach twisted. Something about this place felt wrong.I noticed the door was open. I slowly got out of bed and stepped into a dark, narrow hallway. The stone walls were uneven, scratched, and smeared with blood. That was where the metallic scent came from.Was this… a dungeon?I was certain it was my dream, it had to be, but why here? Weren't dreams usually in familiar locations?Then I heard a woman s

Elara's POV I could hear the ceremonial hall buzzing with anticipation, the low hum of voices rolling through the air like distant thunder as we went down the stairs.“Nervous?” Kieran asked.“A bit. I wasn’t expecting everyone to gather just to hear me talk,” I said with an awkward laugh.“You're their Luna. Of course, they want to hear you for themselves.” He gave my hand a gentle squeeze.“You look beautiful, Elara,” Tobias said as he joined us at the base of the stairs.“Thank you,” I said, blushing a bit.“Stop blushing, he's a taken man,” Kieran teased.That made me laugh out loud, “Yeah, I'm very aware.”Tobias grinned and turned to Saffron. “You’re more beautiful, honey bun of oats.”My jaw hit the floor. I turned slowly to Kieran, whose expression went so dark, I genuinely thought he was about to strangle Tobias.He took a step forward, but Saffron beat him to it. She smacked Tobias across the back. “I told you to stop with those cringey nicknames,” she scolded.But Tobias

Lilith’s POVTEN YEARS AGO—AND EVERYTHING SINCEIt was on a cold winter night. The kind of night that crept under your skin and made your bones ache. I was squatting behind a wrecked, rusting car, trying to hide from other rogues.My fingers trembled as I held the crust of stale bread I had fought with other rogues for earlier that night. It had been tossed out behind a diner, hard as stone and bitter from the exposure, but to me, it was gold. I shoved the piece into my mouth, trying to ignore how dry it was and how it scraped down my throat like sandpaper.My pack had been slaughtered when I was just a teen. I had been living as a rogue ever since, scavenging, stealing, fighting for crumbs every single day, and praying to the goddess or whoever not to freeze to death in the middle of the night.I curled up on the cold ground beside the car, hugging my knees tight. My stomach growled, unsatisfied by the tiny piece of bread, less than a fistful. I blinked up at the night sky, wondering