All Chapters of The Alpha’s Banished Mate: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Olivia’s POV“What do you mean she was caught up in the fire, Corazon?” I growled at her, my face etched with horror. “Do not say such things about a pregnant woman.”I turned to leave but she stepped in front of me, saying, “At least, let us check the fireplace, please.” I sighed. “Corazon–” then I pressed my lips into a thin line. “Fine, if that's what you want. But I hope that was not true.”She moved out of my way and I stormed out, worried. “Guards!!” I ordered as soon as I got outside. They all rushed to me immediately. I looked up at the burnt up barn. “I have a few doubts. Last night I almost lost my life after I followed Prinsca into the barn house, but then I survived. I thought she would have come out of it, but I haven’t heard anything from her, have you?” They all shared glances and then shook their heads at me. “Strange– she is usually so loud.” I turned and saw Corazon beside me, with her hands clamped behind her. “What am I going to do now?” I thought out loud. The

Olivia’s POV“What is that?” I thought as I approached it. Then I heard it, a familiar voice. It was Jeremy, his muffled screams. My heart thudded against my rib cage as shills ran up and down my spine, as I recalled the man I chased that night. Was it the same man? No. This one looked taller, but what if they work together?“Stop!” I screamed while running down the corridor after the cloaked figure. My bare feet slapped against the cold stone floor with the hem of my nightdress trailing behind me like smoke.The figure didn’t look back. I pushed harder, heart in my throat, the only sound in my ears the roar of blood and Jeremy’s muffled cries as he struggled in their arms.“Guards!” I yelled. “They’re taking Jeremy! They have my son!” Doors flew open. Boots thundered behind me. A blur of steel and bodies surged past but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I didn’t care if it was a trap. I didn’t care if it was a suicide run.They had my son.The figure turned sharply down the servants’ wing

Olivia’s POVThe words on the paper hit harder than any blade could. “You can’t protect him forever "I stared at the message, my fingers curling tightly around the bloodstained cloth it came with. My heart thudded painfully in my chest not from fear but from the rage boiling beneath my skin. Jeremy was not just my son anymore. He was a target.I turned to the guard. “Where was this found?”He swallowed nervously. “Tied to the arrow that landed just outside the east gate. No one saw who fired it."Of course they didn’t. Whoever was behind this was watching us.. staying two steps ahead.I folded the paper carefully, sliding it into the inside pocket of my coat. “Double the guards. No one gets near Jeremy without my say."“Yes, Luna." Back in my chambers, I watched Jeremy sleep. His cheeks were flushed with sleep, lips parted slightly. I reached out and smoothed a hand over his hair, but my mind was miles away.I had lived most of my life afraid..of the whip, of silence, of being unsee

Olivia’s POV“What’s this feeling?” I thought as I stood up from my bed and twisted my neck, the cracking sound was so satisfying, but it didn’t ease the burden in my heart. I walked over to my closet and pulled out my leather coat and boots, moving carefully as I got dressed. The pack house was asleep, but I wasn’t. I needed answers. I slipped out of my room and quietly through the back corridor, nodding to the hallway guard who bowed slightly at me but didn’t talk. It was common now, I roamed at night. It helped me think.But this evening, I wasn’t just thinking. I was hunting. I thought about going to Damien’s chambers, maybe speaking to him for a while, after what happened at the tunnel the other time– How Austin had spoken about him. Even the way Damien and I spoke the other time, it was a heated moment.These times we needed to be a team to win. Whatever was doing this wanted us apart to destroy us and I won’t give them that privilege. I signed and took a turn to Damien’s room

Olivia’s POV“Jeremy–” I paused, looking around. I couldn’t waste time screaming. Instead, I jumped. My boots slammed hard into the roof tiles just below the ledge. My balance shifted, arms flying out as I caught myself before tumbling over. My eyes searched the darkness below.Nothing.The courtyard stretched out wide beneath me, quiet, wind rustling the grass gently. I scanned the shadows between the trees, the edge of the stables, and the tower’s base.There was movement or sound. It was only silence, and my son was gone. I slid down the slanted roof carefully, crouched low. Dust scraped under my palms. As soon as I reached the edge, I dropped to the balcony two floors down. The impact jolted my knees, but I kept going, ignoring the pain. My chest burned with every breath. At the base, two guards lay flat on their backs, their faces pale. I crouched beside one and touched his neck. Still breathing, but very faintly.My voice was sharp as I turned to the hallway. “He’s taken! Lock