All Chapters of Dreamt My Alpha Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sun had already dragged itself halfway down the sky by the time I finally forced myself out of bed. My head vibrated with a heavy ache, the kind that clings after a night of dreams you don’t want to remember. I didn’t dare think too much about them, about the silver eyes that baked me with heat, the other voice, dark and whispering my name like a secret promise.I forced myself up, clutching the sketchpad I had forgotten on the table. The pencil lines on the page made me stop, not Damon. Anyway, just a pair of eyes, dark and stormy with faint glow, and another pair beside them, silver, sharp as blades. My hand shook. I slammed it shut before I looked longer. “Get ready.” I muttered to myself, shoving it under my pillow. “ Pretend everything is normal.” But nothing was normal. My wolf had not stopped pacing since the Moon Ceremony, a low, restless hum under my skin, like she was waiting for someone. I dressed quietly, tugging on a loose sweater and pulling my hair into a messy

The first thing I felt when I blinked awake was guilt. A heavy, gnawing weight sitting in my stomach like a stone. The sunlight was already spilling across the room. Sera’s side of the bed was empty, the sheets pulled tight like she had made her absence deliberate, her scent already fading. I rubbed my eyes. Maybe she had just gone downstairs. Last night… her voice echoing, my own words spilling out in sleep. Jace, Damon. I whispered their name. Over and over, like a prayer I didn’t want. My chest burned with the memory; of her shaking me awake from another nightmare, of my lips moving on their own and a name spilling out. I pressed my palms over my face and groaned. “ You're so careless, Ivy.” I muttered into the quiet. “You can't keep a secret when you're unconscious.”Needing distractions, I reached for my sketchpad without thinking, dragging across the page in restless strokes, circles, shadows, lines. My wrist moved faster, like it wasn't even me but something pulling the

The torches on the western ridge crawled like embers along a fuse.From my window in the Thorne, I watched the patrol line sweep the tree break steady, disciplined, too thin. The ridge wind carried the scent of cold stone, pine, and the metallic ghost of rain that hadn’t fallen. Under it, something else.It was faint and wrong. My wolf pressed his nose to my mind and growled. Footsteps approached at speed. The courier didn’t bother with the ceremony, and Gemma opened the door before I spoke. She read my face.“Elders called an emergency session,” she said, handing me a folded summons.” Elder Kyle’s leading it.”“Elder Kyle?,” I muttered. “What does he want now?”“To prove his teeth are bigger than yours.” The corner of her mouth twitched. “Also, he brought a flock.”By the time we reached the council chamber, it always smelled like dust and fear. Dust from the old oak beams that have held this room together for centuries, and fear from the wolves who shuffle in here knowing the Elder

The inspector smelled of iron filings and smugness. That particular cocktail always curdled my temper. He was packing up his rune bowl and ledgers, already scribbling something across his parchment like Ivy’s fate was a neat equation solved in ink.I stepped into his shadow before he could cap the inkwell. “Your assessment,” I said, voice even almost bored. That always furious men like him more than growling.He didn’t flinch, but his fingers hesitated just long enough to prove I had him. “An anomaly was detected,” he answered, eyes sharp. “Protocol dictates she must be flagged for further inquiry.”I leaned against the table, slow and deliberate. My claws itched beneath my skin, but I kept my tone silky. “Protocol also dictates,” I murmured, “that anomalies must be verified by a second inspector within seventy two hours if the subject is under Luna's protection.”His brows twitched. He hadn’t expected me to know the old documents buried in the Tribunal’s scrolls. I did. I made it my

The war room stank of ink, sweat, and betrayal. Maps bled across the table, edges curling from candle heat, symbols scrawled in charcoal like wounds that wouldn’t close. Gemma’s voice cut through the silence, sharp as broken glass.“Elder Kyle isn’t just a protector,” she said, throwing down a packet of faded letters. Her silver eyes, so steady in every battlefield I would ever put her in, glared like twin moons now. “He was Kara’s handler. Their correspondence goes back fifteen years.”The name hit me like a blade across the ribs. Kara? A ghost I had buried under stone and rage. My pulse vault, teeth aching against the pull of my wolf who wanted to rip the name from the air itself.I forced my jaw tight. “Handler?”Gemma stabbed the page with her finger. “He transmits her senses, and sheltered her cell when the Council was sniffing around. And look at the date.” Her knuckle whitened. “The last letter? It mentions a ritual… The Severing Moon.”I rub the bridge of my nose, but it d