Semua Bab THE ALPHA WHO SAVED ME WITH HIS MATE BOND: Bab 161 - Bab 170

AstridThe warmth of the evening sun bathed the mansion in a soft, golden glow as I walked home. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one fighting for dominance. Magnus. His name alone sent shivers down my spine, a mixture of excitement and anxiety. I could still feel the lingering sensation of his mark on my skin, hidden beneath layers of enchantment that Meredith had carefully crafted for me.As I approached our house, I could see the familiar silhouette of my mother through the kitchen window. She was busy with dinner, her movements precise and rhythmic, a dance she had perfected over the years. I took a deep breath, hoping to mask the turmoil within me, and stepped inside."Astrid, is that you?" my mom called out, her voice laced with the comfort of routine."Yes, Mom, it's me," I replied, trying to keep my tone as normal as possible. I set my bag down and walked into the kitchen. The smell of spices and freshly baked bread filled the air, a testament to my mother's culinary

AstridSince I came back, I have been indoors. Although Meredith had placed a curse on me that would hide Domnic's smell, I was still not comfortable going outside. The Tau's are known for their unique smelling habits, and even though I trusted Meredith's powers, I couldn't still risk it."Knock, knock, knock!!" Someone rasped on the door." Not again." I trashed my feet around on the bed. Turning around to check the time on my table clock. Secretly hoped it was not my father. He had requested to see me twice, and the same twice I had refused to see him."12:33 AM." I half yelled. Staring at the door. " You better be God," I called out. Referencing the human gods, I had read about during my travels."" I would definitely want to be the moon god." I heard a quiet voice. I had actually thought it was my mom. But that voice was unmistakably Darius."Oh, my goodness". Darius, what are you doing here? I asked. Hurriedly wearing my clothes. I had no intention I'd opening the door for him, b

AstridI stood in front of the mirror, my hands trembling as I fastened the final clasp on my dress. The fabric clung to my form, shimmering in the low light of my room. My reflection stared back at me, eyes filled with conflict and a touch of sorrow. Tonight, was Magnus's alpha succession ritual, a ceremony that would mark his rise to power. I should have been there by his side, supporting him. But fear had a stronger grip on me than my sense of duty.His scent was all over me, his mark an ever-present reminder of our bond. The thought of someone sensing it, of exposing our secret, sent chills down my spine. I couldn't risk it. Not tonight. Not when the pack's future was at stake.With a heavy heart, I turned away from the mirror and grabbed my coat. Meredith's hideout was my sanctuary tonight, a place where I could hide from the world and drown my worries in ancient texts and spells. As I walked through the moonlit forest, the cool night air whispered through the trees, carrying wit

MagnusThe moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the scent of fear and adrenaline. I could hear the rapid thump of my own heart; each beat echoing like a drum in the silent night. My senses were on high alert; every rustle of the leaves and every snap of a twig amplified in my ears. The pack was not ready, muscles coiled like springs, but they ran, listening for the signal to unleash their fury on the intruders.We were outnumbered. I could see the flicker of movement in the shadows, dozens of hostile eyes watching us, waiting for the right moment to strike. Our territory, our home, was under threat, and I could feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on me. Leading the pack was not just a role; it was my life, my duty. Failure was not an option."**Magnus," Astrid's voice echoed in my mind, her tone urgent and strained. "You need to tap into my aurora power."**Her request startled me. I had seen t

MagnusThe hospital looked hazy, and the light was slowly fading from my eyes. I was physically tired and emotionally drained from the events of the past few weeks; it had taken so much from me and was threatening to take my father's life away. I sat on the waiting chair in the lobby of the hospital, watching the doctors and nurses move around swiftly, carrying out their duties.A janitor walked towards me; she looked like an older woman in her sixties; her jet-black hair was tied in a bun. She placed her right hand on my shoulders and smiled when I looked up."How are you?" She asked in her voice, which sounded like it was made from chirping birds and butterflies flying in a meadow. Her smile was so infectious I found myself smiling almost immediately."I'm not doing very great, but I'm sure it'll be fine," I replied, still smiling sheepishly."Well, I'm sure everything will be fine; please have hope." She walked to the water dispenser pre, used cold water into the disposable cup, an