Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA WHO SAVED ME WITH HIS MATE BOND: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

AstridI gasped loudly as I sat up straight on my sweat-drenched bed. I ran a hand down my face, hoping to drive away the familiar nightmare lingering in my mind. While growing up, I'd already be shaking in tears, the memory of my brother's desperate eyes haunting me.It was a reoccurring dream I had hoped to get accustomed to. But every time I remembered Axel's face, his struggles, his sacrifice - it was etched in my memory forever and tore my heart into a million bitter pieces.I threw off the covers and left the bed, padding barefoot to the window. The moon cast an eerie glow over the landscape, illuminating the shadows that danced across my room.The night air sent a cold shiver down my spine. I leaned against the window frame, letting the cool breeze calm my racing heart. That dream had always been there to hunt me. It was a constant reminder of what I did to my brother."She killed my son!" My mother and Luna of my Pack yelled to my father as she sat on the floor, buried in his

Magnus"Welcome, Alpha Magnus. I'm glad to have you honor my house". Alpha Lawd said as he ushered Alan, my Beta, and me into his living room."The pleasure is all mine." My voice was gruff and rough, as always.I respected the man. Even at his age, he was a strong warrior and very efficient.We had done business together, but it had always been held at my pack. This year, the man pleaded with me to come to his pack so I could attend the Ondion festival. I wasn't interested in it, but being the first favor, the man had asked, I decided to come."My wife and daughters would be here shortly so we could join the rest of the pack at the town's center. " To that, I nodded, and the man seemed pleased.As I scanned the room, I saw her descending from the stairs. My heart stopped. My breath caught. My entire world narrowed to a single point - her.I was transfixed, unable to look away. Her beauty was mesmerizing, but it was more than that. It was the sense of recognition, of familiarity, of b

AstridWe didn't travel in the same cart after that, and for that, I'm thankful.I stare outside my cart window, replaying what Magnus told me. His words echoed in my mind as tears burned in my eyes.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as the carriage rolled steadily forward. Magnus Carriage drove in front of mine. I wondered what kind of two-faced person he was.I looked outside my window again, staring outside. We had gotten to the countryside; it was lush and beautiful.I turned her attention to the driver as I heard my name; he was an older man who seemed eager to engage in conversation."You must be Lady Astrid," he began, his voice inviting. "I'm Harold, the castle's head coachman. Welcome to your new home.""Thank you, Harold," Astrid replied, managing a small smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you.""The pleasure is mine, milady. I've been driving this route for over thirty years now. I know every twist and turn like the back of my hand. Would you like to know more abo

AstridFreshly baked bread and the sweet aroma of soup invaded my nostrils. The bar was filled with men and women but not overcrowded. I felt my skin beginning to crawl. My social anxiety was starting to crawl out. No one paid attention to me, and I scrambled off to the farthest table in the room.I sat on a chair, which creaked under my lightweight. The table surface was scarred from years of use but was still in good shape. The bar stretched along the right side of the room, its shelves with wooden bottles of wines and local spirits.At the center of the room was an empty spot for local musicians to perform. On the left side of the bar wall was a painting of a big white Moon with a wolf howling underneath it. It was beautiful. The rest of the walls had maps and old pictures that had faded.Loud laughter rang through the entire club as they all laughed at something the man had said. I felt eyes on me even though I knew no one was staring at me. I wasn't worth staring at. Bartenders a

MagnusI didn't have much to do in the afternoon, so I escaped to one of the rooms in the castle, which I'd converted into a little study. It wasn't a study in the complete sense of the word because there were more weapons than books. However, the few books there hold special meaning to me. Most of them belonged to my mother, while others were gifts.I went in and picked one that had worn-out covers and a rigid spine. The pages were yellowish and stained by years of handling. The book talked about the mate bond. It was written by a wise wolf who lived many decades ago, and she went into detail to describe how the bond felt for both males and females.Each time I read the book, I tried to let myself be convinced that the mate bond was a special thing that designated someone special out there just for me, and that person would have all I lacked and perfect all my flaws.The book describes mates as a lock and key which can't exist without each other. However, each time I read, I felt dif