Lahat ng Kabanata ng Run Little Mate: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Elara's POVI sat by the stream, hugging my knees to my chest, watching how the dark water swallowed every hint of moonlight. My twenty-second birthday. Another year mate-less. Another year of whispers and pitiful looks.“She’s cursed,” they always said. “Forgotten by the Moon Goddess.”Footsteps crunched behind me, and I turned slowly. Three she-wolves stepped out from the trees, smirking like hungry wolves circling a wounded deer.Maren led them, her blonde hair tied high, her eyes glittering with malice. “Look at her,” she said, voice dripping with disgust. “Sitting here all alone like the pathetic little rat she is.”I stayed quiet, trying to stand up, but Lysa shoved me back down. “Where do you think you’re going, curse girl?”“Leave me alone,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.“Leave me alone,” Maren mocked in a high-pitched voice, making the others giggle. She crouched in front of me, eyes scanning my face with disgust. “No wonder no one wants you. Look at you. Filthy lit

Elara's POVWhen they dragged me into the east wing, I expected a dungeon or a cell. Instead, the guards shoved me into a room so beautiful it made my chest ache.Soft cream carpets lined the floor, and heavy maroon curtains draped over tall windows. I hurried forward, clutching the fabric and pulling it aside, only to find… brick. My heart sank. The windows were fake. Just wooden frames nailed to stone walls and covered with curtain fabric to mimic drapery.My wolf whimpered in my chest, feeling just as caged as I did.I turned slowly, taking in the rest of the room. A large bed with gold-embroidered sheets dominated the space. There was a carved wooden wardrobe in the corner and a table with fresh fruit and water. The scent of lavender and sage hung thick in the air, making my head feel heavy and my wolf sluggish.I moved to the wardrobe, pulling open the doors to find dresses – dozens of them – all in muted silks and satins, some still tagged. No shoes. No coats. Just delicate gown

Elara's POV I lay staring at the ceiling long after he left, feeling the warmth of his touch still burning across my skin even though it had turned cold. My wolf lay silent inside me, her presence a faint flicker of exhausted light in the darkness of my chest. She didn’t snarl or whimper or claw at the walls of my mind like I expected her to. Instead, she just lay there quietly, watching the broken pieces of me scatter like glass across the floor of my soul. Why are you calm? I whispered to her in the quiet of my mind, but she didn’t answer. She just curled tighter around herself, her silence louder than any words she could have spoken. I pulled the sheets over my body and turned my face into the pillow, letting silent tears soak the fabric as I bit down on my lip to keep from sobbing out loud. I didn’t want them to hear me. I didn’t want them to know how broken I truly was. When the tears finally stopped, I forced myself to sit up, ignoring the ache in my hips and the bruises b

His body moved over mine in slow, punishing stroke, every thrust deep, measured, filled with a heat that both ignited and humiliated. Keal's grip on my hip was iron, anchoring me to him like he needed to brand my skin, to remind me that this body was his now.But this time, something was different, he wasn't just talking me in, he was claiming. Each movement wasn't careless or angry, it was focused and hungry. Possessive in a way that made my breath catch and my traitorous body tighten beneath him. I hated it. Hated how he filled me, how my body burned for him and how I responded despite everything he'd done.I didn't want this. And yet, I arched into him.His breath was hot against my throat, and my fingers curled into the sheets as he dragged me higher with every motion. My heart pounded. I clenched my jaw, trying to resist the tide, but it crashed over me anyway.I shattered with a gasp, my body convulsing, heat unraveling in waves.And that’s when it happened.A growl from me, rip

ELARA’S POVThe dream stayed with me long after I woke up. I had felt it, my wolf rising again. Teeth bared. A growl deep in my chest as Kael pinned me down. It felt wild, raw… alive.And then… nothing.Morning light slipped through the narrow window slats, and I lay still, tangled in the sheets, staring at the ceiling. I hated myself.Why me?Why?While others had their mates, their futures, their peace. I had nothing but shame. I didn’t want to believe I was cursed by the Moon Goddess… but maybe I was. My wolf had gone silent again.I pressed a hand to my chest, hoping to quiet the ache that lingered inside. It wasn’t just Kael’s touch that haunted me. It was the way I broke into pieces afterward. The look on his face… cold, blank. Like I was nothing.I’d felt something for him. I still did. But every time he ignored my questions or left me standing there alone, I wondered if I was just fooling myself. Maybe I was cursed. That’s what I told myself, because the truth hurt worse.I sa