Alle Kapitel von The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha: Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

Damon’s POV The summon arrived without the usual ceremony. There was no knock on the door, no warning howl. It was just a thin, official letter slid beneath the door of the safehouse like a blade meant to test its sharpness before it was sent to its owner. Mara was the one who picked it up. I watched as her fingers went still when she read the seal on the letter, her shoulders tightened in a way that made something ugly coil in my stomach. Zeta and Ryan were already moving around, instincts flaring up and the room filled with that sharp metallic tension that always came from a foreboding moment. “How did anyone get to know about this place?” Ryan said first, voice low. “It isn’t listed, Marius brought me here himself. He told me not to disclose this location… ever.”Zeta leaned in behind Mara, examining the paper as if it might bite him. “This wasn’t delivered through official channels. No pack runner and I don’t think there’s a record of this location anywhere.” I didn’t need

Damon’s POV The morning came quietly. To me it sounded too quiet for a pack that was standing on the edge of a complete fracture. I woke up with Mara curled against my side, her breathing was slow and even, her hair fanned across my chest like she belonged there… which she did. Whether the council agreed or not. For a moment I stayed still, letting the reality of the warmth of her body anchor me. For a while, now, the nights had always been heavy with decisions, with promises that could not be taken back. But waking up beside her felt like confirmation, rather than just comfort. When she stirred, her eyes met mine without hesitation. There was no doubt. There was no fear. We freshened up in silence, a quiet companionship that didn’t need words. Downstairs, the safehouse smelled faintly of freshly brewed roots and strong coffee. The strong coffee was Zeta’s doing, no doubt but the brew was all The Mage. Ryan was already seated, scrolling through reports on his tablet, his postu

Mara's POVThe corridor was reeking of blood and disinfectant.It was impossible to ignore the harsh metallic feeling that clung to the back of my throat no matter how many times I swallowed. The harm was already done even if security had blocked off the lower floor and red lights were still faintly throbing above us.Bodies lay covered now. White sheets stained dark in places.Guards stood at every corner. Weapons drawn. Eyes scanning.This was not chaos.Chaos was loud. Chaotic things unraveled without intent.This was precise.Calculated.Someone had planned this.Ryan moved first.He did not ask questions. Did not look at Damon for approval. He simply took control of the situation like a man who had already accepted that the rules had shifted."Get him up," he ordered, gesturing to the restrained attacker. "Now. Full isolation. No medics. No interviews. I want him breathing and conscious."Two guards hauled the man to his feet.He groaned. Spat blood on the floor.The man groaned

Damon's POVThe room beneath the west wing had never been meant for mercy.Stone walls. No windows. A single overhead light casting shadows that refused to soften. The kind of place my father had favored when answers mattered more than appearances. When truth was pulled out of bone and breath rather than words.The air was cold down here. Damp. The kind of cold that settled into your bones.I had not stepped foot in it since everything that happened.Had not needed to. Had not wanted to.But now.Now it was necessary.The man was chained to the iron ring embedded into the floor ankles, wrists, chest secured with silver threaded restraints designed to suppress supernatural strength without killing the bearer. He was young. Younger than I had expected. Mid-twenties maybe. Lean. Scarred in the way of someone who had trained hard and lived fast.Blood dried on his face. His lip split. Bruises already forming.He had been here six hours.No food. No water. No contact.Just waiting.He lift

Mara's POVIt was today….Just me standing and answering trial. The Council Chambers.Today.My name alone.No real charge listed.No context offered.That omission sat heavier than any accusation could have.Because if they'd had something solid they would have named it.This was a fishing expedition.Or worse.By the time I looked up from my morning’s coffee, Zeta was already in motion. A heartbeat later Ryan followed, his expression locked off as it always was when something was too important. The faint light streaming across the estate grounds outlined Damon’s image as he stood close to the window with his hands clasped behind his back.He didn't turn. Didn't need to.I felt him through the bond. Felt the tension coiled tight in his chest.The Mage remained behind.With the prisoner.That alone told me this was not going to be a brief meeting. He hadn’t told me of anything that happened at his meeting with the elders the day before. I hadn’t asked either. "How long do we have?"