All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S DEFIANT MATE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Orion didn’t know where to come in with all the fast actions towards her execution. Everyone was moving fast with their decisions, so she barely had any time to think. He knew what Selene was capable of and how ruthless she could be.She knew there was no time; the Alpha would wake up within the timeframe of the meeting and execution. Her action simply meant she doesn’t care if the Alpha resents her when he wakes up; Aria must go out of his sight and this world because Damien will look for every means to bring her back if she doesn’t die.“Are you not going to do anything like the beta? "Will she just die like that?” Niamh remarked with a concerned face.Her sigh was weary and tired. Everything happening in the mansion was beyond her control, and there was little that she could do as the Alpha was down in his subconscious state.The stress of the alpha not improving had already torn her into pieces as she tried to look for various alternatives for his treatment, but nothing seemed to b

(Aria’s POV)The dungeon was cold, but it wasn’t the damp chill in the air that made me shiver; it was just the silence. That oppressive kind of quiet that presses against your ribs until you think your own heartbeat might betray you. I sat on the narrow slab they called a bed, my wrists raw from the ropes, my back pressed against the wall.It had been hours since Selene’s visit. Hours have passed since she looked at me with those silver eyes and told me I’d never see him again, no matter how much I wished. I thought I’d be numb by now. But I wasn’t. The ache inside me pulsed like a wound that refused to close, and it refused to go.The council had spoken. My fate was sealed, and tomorrow, they’d take me to the execution ground.I tried to be brave, oh moon goddess; I tried to stay calm, but the truth was I was terrified. Not of dying, but of dying without seeing him one last time. Without hearing his voice or touching his hand. I’d been running from him for years, hiding from his lov

The first thing Damien noticed when his eyes fluttered open was her familiar warmth. Aria was curled against him, tucked close as though she were glued to the bed, her cheek resting over the steady rise and fall of his chest. Strands of her hair tickled his chin, and instead of stiffening or shifting away, he let himself lie still.He lifted a hand, fingers brushing lightly through her tangled locks. Silky strands slid across his calloused touch, and the smallest sound escaped her lips, which was a soft hum, content even in sleep.The sleep continued for a while before she suddenly sneezed. His eyes slammed shut in the unexpected situation before he slowly opened them again, trying to contain his laugh, but his chest betrayed him and beat faster, making her stir.When her lashes fluttered open, their gazes collided. The instant she realized where she was, she jolted upright, but only halfway, because the next second she folded back into him, arms clinging desperately around his torso.