All Chapters of The Alpha's Forbidden Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

Marcus POV“There’s someone at the border asking for you,” the guard said through the mind link. “Her name is Keisha. And that she has urgent information about the Luna.”I dropped the papers I was holding.Keisha.We’d been searching for her for months. Ever since Kael had realized how much Selene missed her and started trying to track her down as a way to make amends.We’d hit dead ends everywhere. It was like she’d vanished off the face of the earth. Even after searching moonshade it was still futile.And now she was just… here?“Bring her to my office,” I said. “I’m on my way.”I found Lydia in the war room and quickly filled her in as we walked.“The friend Selene was separated from?” Lydia’s eyes widened. “The one Kael’s been trying to find?”“The same. He felt guilty about forcing Selene to cut ties with her rogue friends when she first became Luna, and he sold her for her sister Elena.

Marcus POVSomething was wrong.I felt it the moment we walked out from the tunnel into the old market district. A crawling sensation between my shoulder blades. The kind of instinct that had kept me alive through countless battles.This was too easy.The passage had been exactly where Keisha said it would be. It was clear and ungraded with no traps.We’d traveled nearly a mile underground without encountering a single obstacle. And now we stood in an abandoned district with empty buildings and a very silent street..Too silent.“This doesn’t feel right,” Lydia whispered beside me.I squeezed her hand, both to acknowledge her concern and to steady her. She was wound tight as a bowstring, every muscle tense, ready to fight or flee.“Stay alert,” I murmured back. “Keep your eyes open.”Kael was ahead of us, moving with single-minded determination despite his obvious weakness. His face

Selene POVThe ritual circle was ancient.It looks like it was carved into the stone courtyard centuries ago. Deep grooves filled with something dark and viscous that looked like blood but smelled worse. Like death and decay and corruption given physical form.Symbols I didn’t recognize spiraled outward from the center. Runes that hurt to look at directly. That made my eyes water and my head throb.“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Sylvester guided me toward the center of the circle. His hand on my arm was gentle. Almost tender. Like we were walking down an aisle instead of toward my doom. “I spent decades perfecting this. Learning the old magics. The forbidden rituals. All for this moment.”Around the edges of the courtyard, shadow wolves stood guard. Hundreds of them. Their red eyes glowing in the darkness. Their forms shifting and writhing restlessly.And beyond them, I could see cells. Iron bars set into the stone walls.Face