Semua Bab The Banished Mate: Awakening The Silver Wolf: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The night had grown colder, the air thick with the weight of what was about to happen. The female spie led the way, her steps soundless, her presence like a shadow clinging to the walls. Rina followed, her heart hammering in her chest, dread clawing at her insides. Beside them, the Gamma walked in silence, his face pale but hardened, his eyes dark pits of fury and grief twisted into something monstrous.They entered the Gamma’s wife’s chamber. The room was dim, the only light a flicker of lantern flame casting long, eerie shapes on the walls. There she lay—his wife—still, fragile, barely clinging to what little life remained. The faint sound of her shallow breaths was the only proof she had not yet passed into the spirit realm.The female spie’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a dagger. “It’s time. You know what must be done. There is no turning back.”The Gamma’s hands trembled at his sides. His gaze fixed on the woman he once loved, now reduced to this pitiful, fading state

Now that the truth was laid bare before them—the Gamma’s treachery, the female spy’s vile schemes, the poison meant for Lucian, and the cruel murder of the Gamma’s own mate—Damian’s mind worked with cold, ruthless precision. His fury no longer burned uncontrolled. It was focused, sharpened like a blade, ready to strike.He paced the room, his dark eyes gleaming with a terrifying calm. “We’ll let him think his plan is working,” Damian said at last, his voice low, filled with deadly promise. “Let the Gamma believe he’s pulling the strings. Let the female spy believe she’s clever enough to outwit me. We’ll draw them in… and when they are exposed, there will be nowhere left to run.”Lucian nodded, his respect for his Alpha deepening. “We can use the Gamma to flush out the female spy and that snake of a guard. Then use the female spy to lure Zara to her doom.”Damian’s smile was slow and dangerous, a glint of pure predator. “Exactly. But this time, we flow with their plans. We make them th

After the grueling hours of battling the poison’s effects, Damian finally rose from his seat, his strength slowly returning. His sharp eyes gleamed—not with weakness—but with the cold resolve of a predator who had just narrowly escaped the hunter’s trap.Lucian wiped the sweat from his brow and straightened beside him. “Damian, we need to act now. They think we’re dying. Let’s use it.”Damian gave a small nod. “Call them. We move at once.”Within moments, Lucian summoned those they trusted most. In the quiet of Lucian’s estate, under the pale glow of lanterns, Damian and Lucian held a private council. Ella was there, concern in her eyes but strength in her heart. Selena stood at Lucian’s side, a silent pillar of loyalty. The healer who had prepared the antidote joined them, as did six of Damian’s personal elite warriors—men and women who would die before betraying their Alpha.Damian’s voice was low, deadly calm as he addressed them. “We are being hunted from within. The Gamma, the fe

After flaying the Gamma’s skin from his body, Damian’s rage had not cooled. The traitor’s broken, blood-soaked form barely clung to life, his ragged breaths wet and gurgling. Damian crouched, his claws glinting with crimson, and without a shred of mercy, he reached forward and gouged out the Gamma’s eyes.The Gamma’s final cries of agony echoed through the entire estate, a sound so harrowing that even hardened warriors flinched.Then, with one brutal twist of his hands, Damian snapped the Gamma’s neck, ending his misery. But even that wasn’t enough for the Alpha who had been pushed too far.He grabbed a thick, jagged branch lying nearby—its end sharpened like a spear—and with savage force, drove it through the Gamma’s belly, pinning his lifeless body. Blood gushed forth in a sickening stream, splattering the earth beneath.With terrifying strength, Damian hauled the body up and hung it high on a tree at the edge of the courtyard, leaving the corpse for the carrion birds to feast upon.

While Zara and her three spies galloped toward the Northern pack under the veil of night, thinking they were headed into victory, Damian was ten steps ahead.Standing at the center of the pack’s training field, his jaw clenched and eyes cold, he gave swift and chilling instructions to his elite warriors.“Scatter the corpses,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Let the blood mark the gates like a welcome banner. Let them see the cost of betrayal the moment they arrive.”The guards he’d slaughtered earlier—traitors in Gamma’s ranks—were hauled to the entrance. Their bodies, some still twitching in the final throes of death, were arranged with strategic chaos. Blood splattered the stone, blades still lodged in flesh, necks twisted, limbs severed—a masterpiece of destruction. The scent of death was thick in the air, carried purposefully by the northern winds.Then, he summoned the Elders.They gathered in the main hall like trembling sheep—aged, respected men and women who once held ste