All Chapters of Back Into The Alpha’s Arms: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

TRISTANI walked back from the garden with Eleanor beside me, feeling victorious. The tension between us was still thick. Her hair was a little messy, her face flushed, and she kept looking away like she was unsure of herself. Meanwhile, I made no effort to hide my satisfaction—I rolled my shoulders back, exuding confidence.Eleanor, on the other hand, looked like she wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole.Queen was waiting for us. The moment her gaze landed on Eleanor, then flickered to me, something shifted in her eyes. She took in Eleanor’s flushed cheeks, the way she clutched at the ends of her dress like she needed something to anchor her. Then she looked at me—grinning, at ease, completely unbothered.The corners of her lips twitched, like she wanted to say something but decided against it.Smart woman.“So…Kate is much better now,” she finally said, her voice tired but relieved. “She just needs plenty of rest.”Eleanor let out a shaky breath, nodding. “That’s good. Th

ELEANOR I leaned against Mom, both of us dozing off on the waiting chair. The weight of the day pressed down on us, leaving our bodies stiff and aching. Every muscle in me felt tense, my shoulders knotted from hours of sitting in the same spot. Hunger gnawed at me, but I was too drained to care.We had only eaten once today, and the emptiness in my belly made me lightheaded. My throat was dry, and when I glanced at Mom, I saw the exhaustion etched deep into her face. She rubbed her temples, her breathing slow and heavy, as if even that small movement required effort.Tristan had offered us a guest room, but I refused. The thought of being alone with my thoughts—or worse, alone with him—made my chest tighten. I needed Mom close. I needed something familiar, something steady.Time stretched, the hours blending into a dull haze. The sounds of the packhouse became distant, just a low hum in the background. Sleep pulled at me, my body too worn out to resist.Then, out of nowhere, a loud c

ELEANOR My body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion that went beyond just physical tiredness. It was the kind that settled deep in the bones, in the heart.But even with that, I felt… lighter.Telling Lila and Serena everything last night had been both terrifying and freeing. For the first time in years, I wasn’t carrying the weight of my past alone. I had spoken the words out loud—the heartbreak, the betrayal, the suffocating years with Cedric, and the cold cruelty of Beatrice. I had let them in on my struggles, and instead of judgment, they had given me nothing but unwavering support.A sigh slipped past my lips as I lay there, staring at the ceiling. I should have felt better, but I didn’t. Not completely. Because even though I had told them nearly everything, I had kept the most damning truth to myself.Tristan and I were fated mates.I wasn’t ready to say it aloud. Saying it meant acknowledging it, and acknowledging it meant facing emotions I wasn’t prepared for.I'm not even

QUEENThe sitting area was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the flickering flames casting shifting shadows against the walls. The scent of burning sage and lavender filled the air, curling around me like a warm embrace. I moved carefully, placing each herb in its rightful place on the embroidered cloth laid out before me. Every movement was intentional—each leaf, each flicker of the flame, each whispered prayer a step toward guiding my daughter back to the path she was meant to walk.Eleanor had strayed for too long, lost in her own stubborn defiance. But the Moon Goddess did not make mistakes. There was a mate out there, chosen for her, waiting for her. It was my duty as her mother to remind her of that truth.I struck a match, lighting another candle, watching as the flame leaped to life. The firelight danced in my eyes, but before I could whisper another incantation, the air shifted.The door swung open.Eleanor stood there, her figure framed by the dim hallway light.She lo

ELEANORMy footsteps echoed softly against the polished wooden floors as I made my way toward Tristan’s study. My heart was steady, my mind made up. Today, I would take control of my own path. I also need to control the way my fucking heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest!I found him seated behind his massive mahogany desk, papers neatly stacked before him. He wasn’t reading them, though. His fingers drummed idly against the wood, his gaze distant—until I stepped inside. Then his eyes snapped to mine, sharp with curiosity.He looked absolutely stunning.Focus, Elle.I didn’t hesitate. “I’ve made my decision.”Tristan straightened, giving me his full attention. “And?”“I’ll take the position as the pack’s midwife,” I said, lifting my chin. “Not out of obligation, but because I want to. This is my way of securing a future for myself and Kate. I won’t let anyone take that from me.”Something flickered across his face—pride, maybe—but he masked it quickly. He nodded once. “I’m