Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

They didn’t sleep that night.How could they?The fortress groaned under the weight of battle, smoke rising in columns from shattered towers. Bodies of shades littered the grounds—fading into ash that whispered away in the wind. The scent of scorched stone and blood was thick in the air, yet within the inner sanctum, a moment of breath had formed.Serena sat on the cold stone floor, her hands still glowing faintly. Her shoulders sagged, but her eyes burned with resolve.Theron stood beside her, silent, his chest rising and falling with the weight of what had just unfolded. The golden glow of sunrise had barely begun to breach the edges of the sky, but it brought no comfort. Not yet.“I saw her,” Serena said, her voice a whisper. “The woman I could’ve been.”Rylan leaned against the far wall, arms crossed. “More powerful. More dangerous. You think she’s the one behind this?”“I don’t think,” Serena replied. “I know.”Theron shifted, finally speaking. “She knew things about you. Things

The tree overhead rustled gently in the breeze, its branches casting long shadows across the courtyard where Serena sat with Elias. For a moment, it almost felt like peace. Almost.Elias leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on hers. “Do you regret loving me?”The question hit Serena harder than expected. She looked away, her fingers curling in her lap. “No. I regret how it ended. I regret how much it still haunts me.”Elias nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “When I lost you, I lost everything that felt real.”“I wasn’t taken from you,” she said quietly. “You let me go.”“You told me to.” His voice was sharp now, like flint on steel. “And I listened because I thought you'd be safer that way. But now I know that safety was a lie. You’ve been running ever since.”Serena turned to him, her expression soft but strained. “You think I’ve been running? I’ve been surviving. I didn’t get to retreat to a throne and lick my wounds. I had to keep walking, even when everything i

The forest trail was cloaked in mist as Serena led the southern scouting team before dawn. Every crunch of underbrush beneath her boots sent a message to the earth: I’m watching. I’m listening. I’m ready.Beside her, Cade moved silently, his nostrils flaring. “The scent trail ends near the river. Whoever they were, they’re good.”Serena crouched low, fingers brushing the damp leaves. “Too good. Rogues don’t usually double back like this.”She stood and glanced across the valley. Her instincts itched. Something was wrong—beyond the silence, beyond the faint metallic tang in the air. It wasn’t just danger—it was intent.They were being watched.Serena signaled the team to split. As they fanned out, her thoughts tugged toward last night. Elias’s words still echoed in her chest like a slow burn. And Theron… his concern, his restraint—it haunted her just as much.You’re not just a warrior… You’re still allowed to feel.But how could she feel anything clearly when her heart was being pulled

The moon had risen to its highest peak, casting a silvery glow over the entire camp. A cold wind swept through the trees, whispering secrets that only the wolves could understand. The usual stillness of the forest now throbbed with an eerie hum—as if the land itself was holding its breath.Inside the healer’s hut, Serena sat with her back to the wall, knees pulled up to her chest. Her fingers trembled—not from fear, but from the strange current of power running through her veins like wildfire. It had been growing stronger ever since the vision. Ever since the dream about the shrine.Ever since she kissed Elias.Her mind was a whirlwind. Of truths and half-truths. Of secrets that had buried themselves deep beneath her skin. Of three men whose lives were now tangled with hers—each holding a part of her heart, whether she liked it or not.A soft knock on the door broke the silence.She looked up. Elias stood there with a bowl of steaming broth, concern etched in every line of his face. H

The forest was no longer the same.As Serena, Elias, and Theron stepped back through the veil of mist toward their territory, something in the air had shifted. The silence was not just quiet — it was watching. Every rustle of branches sounded like breath. Every shadow trembled like it held a secret.Serena walked ahead, the ancient blade strapped across her back, the runes still glowing beneath her skin like veins made of starlight. Her eyes remained silver, her presence unshakable.She didn’t speak much. Not because she was afraid — but because the storm inside her was just beginning to rise.They reached the outer camp by dusk.Wolves stood frozen when they saw her. Not in fear. In awe.She had left as a fugitive Alpha heir, tangled in prophecy and uncertainty. She returned as something more.Elias’s second-in-command, Kael, bowed low when she passed. “My Luna,” he whispered, almost like a prayer.Serena froze.The title sent a jolt through her.She turned toward Elias.He stepped b