All Chapters of Dreamt My Alpha Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The hunter’s face was still bloody when they dragged him before me. His wrists were bound, but his eyes carried audacity, as if he believed what he had done was righteous. I could smell the arrogance before he even opened his mouth.I dismissed the other guards with a flick of my hand. Only Rowan lingered near the door, arms folded, silent as ever. The hunter spat blood on the floor, glaring up at me.“She’s a witch,” he growled, lip split from the beating he had already taken. “That child was marked. You would damn the whole pack if you let dirt like that live.”My wolf lunged inside me. I slammed him against the stone wall so hard the breath left his lungs in a wet gasp. My claws punched through his shirt, not deep enough to kill, but enough to draw blood. His scent soured instantly, fear cutting through arrogance.“You don’t raise a bow in my territory without my word,” I said, low enough that it rumbled from my chest. “You don’t put a child in your sights, Do you understand me?

The Council chamber still reeked of smoke from the torches when I walked out, but the whispers clung worse than the stench. Stripped, dethroned, bound, words coiled like serpents in their mouths. Gemma caught my arm before I reached the stairwell.“You heard them.” Her voice was low, urgent. “Kyle’s building momentum. He will wait until ritual night when everyone’s eyes are fixed on the circle. If you step into it, if you stand with Ivy, they will move to strip you right then. Throne gone, lineage undone, Crescent Clan left without anchor.”The words should have dug deep, but my chest was already raw, hollowed out by the sound of Ivy’s name in the same sentence as ritual night. My wolf paced behind my ribs, claws dragging the inside of my chest.“I don’t care about the throne.” My voice came out gravel rough. “Not if it means leaving her to face this alone.”Gemma’s gaze flickered, part pride, part terror. “Then you should know something else.” She lowered her tone. “Kyle planted a

The hex wasn’t just heat and light, it was alive. Every time I stepped closer, it rasped against my skin like invisible claws, tasting me, testing me. The stink of sulfur coated my tongue, thick and bitter, and every breath scraped like glass in my throat. My wolf lunged against the barrier anyway, smashing his weight into the unseen wall until the air itself vibrated. For a heartbeat, I swore I heard voices inside the hex, whispering, chanting, the echo of old oaths carved by men who thought they could outlast time. The sound coiled through me, threatening to unravel bone from marrow. Still, I pressed closer.The Council’s wards. Kyle’s damnable craft. And worse, anchored by something I couldn’t name.Gemma skidded to my side, hair torn from its braid, sweat streaking her temple. “They sealed the perimeter, only the Elders can breach. It’s designed to choke you out before you touch it.”I bared my teeth at the glow. “Then I’ll choke it back.”But the truth was written in my shakin

Accept or BreakThe ash circle was alive, clawing at me the moment my boots crossed its edge. The air inside tasted like iron and old storms, the kind that split trees and left craters smoldering. My wolf snarled, battering against my ribs, demanding I tear Jace limb from limb. But the circle was not soil or stone, it was will. It pressed, it tested, it demanded. And I knew exactly what it wanted, a bare truth, not a half one or strategy. Not the kind of polished lie I had fed my council, my enemies, and sometimes myself. The circle wanted marrow-deep honesty, stripped and bleeding. Anything less and it would eat me alive.I stumbled a step, my knees bowing under the pulse of the runes. They weren’t violet anymore; they shimmered in sickly silver, like my bond with Ivy had fused with the ritual’s pulse.Jace’s voice cut through, sharp and deliberate. “The circle won’t tolerate silence, Alpha. It knows deceit, it knows the ditch. Give it the truth or it will take you both.”His eyes

The smell of blood was thick in the clearing, not just wolf blood, but something older, sharper, magic that clung to my tongue like rust and ozone. The ash circle had collapsed, but its stink lingered, a reminder that this wasn’t just an encounter. This was a declaration of war.Kyle’s men were regrouping in the treeline, shadows moving between the trees, weapons glinting faintly in the moonlight. Their discipline was unnerving; they didn’t scatter like rogues. They moved with the precision of soldiers who believed they were righteous.And they wanted Ivy dead. My wolf pressed hard against my skin, snarling for release. I had kept him leashed through the chaos, but with Ivy limp in my arms, blood on her lips, and Kyle barking orders to “bring me the hybrid’s head,” something inside me snapped.A cold sound tore from my chest, half-human, half-beast, and the world bled red.My claws extended in a spray of sparks, and I lunged. The first guard barely had time to raise his crossbow bef