All Chapters of Mated By Kyle, Reborn To Alpha Dane: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DANE'S POV “The mark on my mother’s neck looks exactly like the one found on your father when he died,” Caleb said, his voice low but firm, like a statement that couldn’t be argued with.I froze, the words hitting me harder than I expected. “Wait… what? Are you serious? Caleb, that doesn’t even make sense!” My hands flew to my face, trying to steady myself. “You can’t just say something like that without proof!”“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t know it to be true,” he replied, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I cleaned your father’s body. I know exactly what that mark looked like.”I shook my head, backing up a step. “That’s not enough. Memories can lie. People can lie. I need to see it. Show me some proof.”Caleb’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t hesitate. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his fingers swiping through old pictures with surprising speed. His eyes flicked across the screen, lingering on something that made his expression darken.“H

DELILAH'S POV"I'm all ears," Caleb said, his eyes fixed on mine as we sat alone, the absence of Alpha Dane making the silence heavier."Caleb… I’m so sorry," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "I lied… I shouldn’t have."He leaned back slightly, studying me carefully, the faintest shadow of hurt flickering across his face. "Why?" he asked softly, almost more to himself than to me.I swallowed hard, my hands twisting nervously in my lap. "I… I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to see you get hurt," I admitted, my words catching in my throat. "I thought… if you didn’t know, you’d be safe."Caleb’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Safe from what?""From everything," I whispered, feeling a shiver of guilt run through me. "From what’s coming… from the people hunting us… from the truth about me."He tilted his head, waiting. I took a shaky breath and continued. "There are things about me… things I’ve never told anyone. I thought… if you knew… you’d see me differently. Or maybe you’d… leave."Caleb

AURORA'S POVYou think your secrets are safe?” I spat, my voice sharp, trembling with anger and fear. “You think I don’t know you killed the only witness to Lady Cara… and that you tried to kill Caleb’s mother?” I took a careful step forward, refusing to back down. “Don’t… dare… come near my daughter, Layla.”Lord Kane’s eyes glimmered in the dim light, unreadable and yet heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. He advanced slowly, like a predator savoring the moment. “Careful,” he said softly, each word deliberate, a quiet menace that made the air around us tense. “Your words… they carry more danger than you realize.”“I don’t care about danger,” I shot back, my hands trembling but steady, my heart hammering in my chest. “I will not allow you to touch her. Not her. Not anyone I love!”A faint smirk played on his lips, one that didn’t reach his cold, calculating eyes. “Bold,” he murmured, “and reckless. Do you really think defiance will shield her? Or protect you?”“I’ll take my ch

CARA'S POV I slipped quietly out of the corridor, careful not to let the floor creak beneath me, and entered a forgotten room at the far end of the hall. The hinges groaned faintly as I nudged the door shut behind me. The place smelled of dust and faint mildew, as though no one had been here in years.I pressed my hand against the wall and froze. Sound carried faintly through—it wasn’t just stone; there were cracks, hollow spaces, something that tied this room to the one I had been staying in. My heart began to pound. If I played here, they would hear it.For a long while, I hesitated. My fingers brushed over the cloth wrapping at my side, and I pulled the flute free. Its weight was familiar, grounding. I lifted it slowly, almost reverently. The instrument had always been more than wood and breath; it had been a piece of my soul, a voice when words weren’t enough.I held my breath, the silence pressing in all around me, and finally let the first note slip free. It was soft and hesita

MIRA'S POV That morning, I lingered in bed longer than usual. The quiet of dawn wrapped around me, but inside, my thoughts were anything but calm. My hand drifted to my stomach, resting there gently, almost protectively. The life within me was still so small, but her presence was enormous—she filled every corner of my heart.I whispered into the stillness, “Good morning, my little angel. I wonder who you’ll look like. Will you have my eyes or his smile?” A bittersweet ache pulled at my chest. “One day, you’ll ask about him. About why things didn’t work. And I’ll have to tell you… but what if I don’t have the right words? What if you don’t understand?”I blinked back tears. “I don’t want you to grow up thinking love means pain. I want you to grow up knowing you were wanted, that even before you opened your eyes, I was fighting for you. Fighting to make things right.”That was when the decision pressed itself into me like a truth I could no longer avoid. I had to see him. Not for mysel