All Chapters of Dreamt My Alpha Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The pack hall was too quiet. That kind of silence that wasn’t peace,it was judgment waiting for a spark.I stood at the center, hands clenched behind my back, watching the crowd shift. Every face in that hall was one I’d sworn to protect, and half of them were looking at me like I’d already failed.The doors creaked open.Every head turned.I didn’t have to look to know it was her. The air itself changed, the bond humming under my skin like lightning before a storm.Ivy stepped inside, head high, eyes steady. She didn’t flinch at the murmurs, though I knew she heard every word. Traitor. Witch. Hybrid.My wolf snarled in my chest, and I let the sound carry just enough to make the room fall silent.“Enough,” I said. My voice was calm, but it had weight. “Anyone who forgets their Alpha’s command will answer to me.”A few wolves lowered their heads; others didn’t move at all.Ivy stopped beside me, her hand brushing mine, just barely. It wasn’t affection; it was trust. The smallest ancho

“Don’t move,” Damon said as soon as I tried sitting up. His voice came out rough, low, like gravel under strain.I opened my eyes. The firelight made the shadows on his face sharper, but his eyes, those silver, storming eyes were locked on me like I was something fragile that might disappear.“How long?” My throat felt dry, the word scraping out.“Two days,” he said. “You scared the hell out of everyone. Sera’s still asleep. Her pulse mirrors yours.”I looked down at my palm. The mark Jace left was faint now, silver ash threading across my skin. “It didn’t fade.”“It won’t,” Damon said. His jaw tightened. “Not until he’s dead.”He said it like a vow, but there was something else in his tone, fear, maybe, or guilt.“You think it’s my fault,” I said quietly.“I think he’s using you as a door,” Damon replied. “And I’m trying to keep it closed.”The room was too small for both our tempers. I pushed the blanket aside and swung my legs down. My body ached, but my magic hummed stronger than

The air in the cell smelled like rust and regret. Silver bars, carved with runes that hummed faintly, boxed me in like I was some wild thing. Maybe I was or the Council was right. The power humming under my skin didn’t feel like mine anymore, it felt ancient, dangerous, wrong.I pressed my palm to the floor, feeling the faint pulse of moonlight through the stone. Damon was somewhere above. I could sense him, pacing, arguing, breaking walls if they didn’t let him near me. Every time his voice cut through the floor, my chest tightened.Then I heard another sound, soft footsteps, lighter, slower.When the lock clicked, I expected Sera. But when the door opened, my breath caught.“Mother.”Elara stood there, hood pulled low, the faint blue edge of magic glowing across her fingers. She looked older, smaller, but her eyes, those same silver-gray eyes were sharp and steady.“You shouldn’t have come,” I whispered. “They’ll kill you if they see you here.”“They already tried once,” she said

Council BetrayalThe air still smelled like smoke and iron when I walked into the council chamber. My skin was faintly warm, pulsing with what was left of the magic that had blown the Thorne apart. Damon had wanted to come, but I told him no. This was something I had to face myself.The witches were already seated, robes sharp, eyes sharper. At the center sat Matriarch Ysela, her fingers coiled around a staff that hummed with quiet power. Her face was calm, too calm.“You summoned me,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You said you wanted peace talks.”Ysela inclined her head. “Peace, yes. But peace requires balance.”The way she said it made my stomach knot. “Balance,” I echoed. “Or blood?”She didn’t answer. Instead, one of the Elders from Golden Valley rose, Elder Caine, Kyle’s loyal echo. His mouth curved into that faint smile that always meant trouble.“The Council has voted,” he said smoothly. “Your existence, Ivy Morrin, violates the law of natural order. You’ve become too strong to

The Final ChoiceThe war drums hadn’t started yet, but I could feel them in my chest, steady, pulsing, inevitable. The calm before the fall.The pack was quieter than usual. Warriors moved through Crescent like ghosts, their armor dull beneath the overcast sky. Even the air smelled different, smoke, salt, and something sharp that made the back of my throat ache.I stood outside the strategy hall, staring at the horizon. From here, I could see the faint shimmer of the wards, Damon’s doing, a protective barrier strong enough to hold back a small army. But not forever. Not against Kyle and Jace combined.Jace’s voice still echoed in my mind like a curse. The war isn’t against you. It’s for you.Every time I remembered it, something inside me wavered. He wasn’t lying, not completely. There was something about the way he said it, something I couldn’t shake.“Still thinking about him?” Sera’s voice came from behind me, soft but knowing.I turned, startled. She stood a few steps away, her ha