All Chapters of THE COLD WOLF'S MATE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kael’s POVThe moment the first rogue stepped into the clearing, I knew it wasn’t a coincidence.They hadn’t stumbled across us. They were waiting and probably following us. I tightened my hold on Elara’s hand before releasing her, pushing her gently behind me.“Stay close,” I muttered.Her breath trembled, but her voice didn’t. “Kael……”“Not now,” I snapped, eyes fixed on the intruders. There were six of them and they may be made more hiding in the trees.The leader, who was a tall brute with scars running down his arm, tilted his head and smirked.“Well, well. The great Alpha Kael. Tell me, how’s it feel to finally fall under the mercy of those you despise?"I bared my teeth. “Step closer and I’ll show you how it feels to die.”The rogue laughed, sharp and mocking. “Forever fiery but look at you, you are bringing your little omega here for a swim? The King was right. You have gone soft.”At the mention of the King, Elara stiffened behind me. My fury burned hotter.“You dare speak h

Kael’s POV I walked back to the pack with a heavy heart. The air itself felt heavier, pressing down on my chest until I couldn’t breathe properly. I was bleeding but I wasn't even feeling the pain. I didn't let Midnight heal the wounds. I needed the pain but it wasn't enough. When I got the pack, two guards saw me and sounded the alarm. Warriors in different shapes and sizes flocked to me but when they saw how defeated I looked.They gave up in an instant. They already knew without being told. The hollow look in my eyes said everything.Elara was gone. She was dragged away right in front of me and I had been too weak to stop it.The castle loomed ahead, its stone walls lit with the glow of torches, but it felt foreign, like I no longer belonged here. I walked inside, my boots leaving streaks of dried blood across the polished floors. Her blood, mine, the rogues. It didn’t matter. All I could see was her face when they ripped her from my side. The terror in her eyes. The way her

Marcus’s POVThe dungeon was dim, with a single torch flickering against the stone walls, throwing shadows across her figure. She sat chained, wrists red from struggling, her face pale but her eyes still blazing. Even beaten down, she still had fire.I chuckled because she always did.I stepped closer, my boots echoing against the cold floor. She flinched, it was barely noticeable, but I caught it.“Elara,” I said softly, letting her name linger. “You’ve made this much harder than it had to be.”Her lips parted, voice hoarse. “You think chaining me here will change me? You’re wasting your time.”I chuckled, crouching so my eyes were level with hers. “Chains don’t change people, choices do and I’m here to offer you one.”Her brows knitted, suspicion flashing. “A choice?”“Yes.” I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She jerked back, but the chains held her. “You could stop fighting me, stop wasting your strength on a man who doesn’t deserve you. You could stand with m

Elara’s POV The iron door groaned again, the sound disturbing the fragile silence I had been clinging to. My heart skipped a beat, hope sparking for a moment.I thought it was Kael but when the door slammed against the stone wall, that hope shattered.It wasn’t Kael.Marcus stepped inside, the torchlight catching on the sharp angles of his face. His smile was a predator’s, it was smooth, patient, as though he had all the time in the world to watch me unravel.I sat straighter despite the ache in my back, yanking against the chains just to remind myself I was still fighting. His gaze flicked to my wrists, to the red marks the shackles had left, and for a fraction of a second, I thought I saw something shift in his expression. Was that pity? “You look stronger,” Marcus said quietly, almost conversationally, as if we were two people sitting by a fire instead of captor and captive. “I can feel the power on you. You’ve been reaching for her, haven’t you?”My pulse stuttered.He knew? Of

Kael’s POV“I promise, I'll get Elara back,” I said, because saying it out loud made it real. The words bounced off the war-room walls and landed in the faces of the three men around me.Storm spat on the floor, ugly and deliberate. “You promised a lot of things, Kael. Where did those promises get her? Chained and bleeding in a dungeon.”“It’s not about promises,” I snapped. “It’s about her and I am going to get her back.”Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a long, tired breath. “Then stop talking and tell us how.”Milo’s hands were still raw from polishing blades. He looked up at me with that mix of eagerness and fear. “We go in loud and fast. The soldiers would shield, we push to the center, grab her, and—” He stopped mid-plan as he looked at me.“We don't have to be loud,” I said. I paused, looking around the table. “Marcus doesn’t want to be loud either… he wants her to suffer. We move quietly and get her out without attention.”There was a moment of stillness. The map