All Chapters of Dreamt My Alpha Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Blood Omen JACE POVThe room reeked of iron and decay, my favorite scent and it smelled like the truth. I stood barefoot in the circle, cold stone slick with chalk and old blood. The Severing Blade hovered above my palm, humming like a live thing desperate to feed again. On my other hand, I cradled the vial of her blood, warm even now, glowing faintly violet in the fractured moonlight streaming through the ceiling’s cracks.I tilted it, watching the liquid swirl. “Beautiful,” I murmured. “The blood of a bridge.”My men flinched. Wolves, all three of them, kneeling at the edge of the circle. Their fear rolled off them in waves. Pathetic. “You smell afraid,” I said softly, crouching low so they’d have to look me in the eye. “Do you think this is a weakness?” I held up the vial, shaking it gently. The glow pulsed in rhythm with my heart. “No. This is the key. A promise prophecy fulfilled in glass.”They lowered their eyes, trembling. I smiled. “Good boys.”I straightened, stepping ba

The safehouse door exploded inward in a burst of smoke and splinters.I moved before the dust even settled. My bow came up, and the first wolf through the breach dropped with an arrow buried between his eyes. He hit the floor with a dull thud.“Hold the line!” Damon’s voice thundered through the chaos, Alpha command cutting through the ringing in my ears.I knocked another arrow, pivoted, and lost. A second wolf crumpled before he could shift fully, his body twisting mid-air. Screams and snarls filled the narrow halls, the scent of blood and smoke thick enough to choke on.The safehouse was meant to be a fortress, layered wards, iron-bolted doors, and a hidden escape route. But Kyle’s men weren’t fighting fair. They had brought breaching sigils.“Rowan!” Kara’s voice barked from the far hallway. She sprinted toward me, blades flashing as she cut down a wolf lunging for her side. Her braid whipped behind her like a banner of defiance. “We’re surrounded.”“No,” I corrected, my voice ca

The CageCold seeped into my bones before I even opened my eyes. The damp air stank of ash, old blood, and iron. I blinked into darkness, but faint torchlight flickered somewhere beyond the ringing in my ears.I tried to sit up and nearly cried out, the bite of iron cuffs dug into my wrists and ankles, chains humming with faint violet runes. I tugged instinctively, but my magic was muffled, smothered under whatever spell these bindings carried.Panic clawed up my throat, and I forced myself to breathe. Damon, the bond thrummed faintly in the back of my mind like a distant drumbeat. He was searching for me.A soft laugh rolled through the shadows.“Well, well,” a smooth voice drawled. “The key finally wakes.”Jace.I turned my head toward him. He was leaning against a pillar just outside the bars of a massive iron cage, the Severing Blade hanging at his hip, glowing faintly as if it recognized me. His hood was down, his face framed by loose black hair, and those ash-glinting eyes stu

Blood for FireThe forest was alive with whispers, not the natural kind, no wind brushed through these trees, no birds dared sing. The sound came from the ritual itself, from the runes etched in silver ash around me, their glow pulsing in time with a heartbeat that wasn’t my own. Ivy’s blood.I crouched at the circle’s edge, my hand hovering over the vial. Even through the glass, her blood glimmered faintly, silver threads coiling through crimson like liquid moonlight. My pulse quickened.“You feel it too,” murmured a voice from the shadows.The High Witch stepped into the clearing, veiled in a cloak blacker than the night itself. Her presence bent the air around her, heavy with power. She carried no torch, yet her pale face was visible, her eyes glowing faintly violet. She was older than anyone alive in Golden Valley, older than the laws they clung to.“Her blood hums like prophecy,” she whispered, extending one skeletal finger toward the vial. “A bridge between wolf and witch. Bet

The cave mouth reeked of iron, blood, and ash, and every hair on my body stood on end the second I caught her scent. Ivy. It clung to the air like smoke after a wildfire, sweet and sharp, threaded with magic so potent my wolf was practically frothing inside my chest. He wanted out. He wanted to tear through every guard, every rock, every inch of earth between us until she was in my arms again.We crouched in the tree line just beyond the cave, the night heavy with fog. Rowan was a ghost beside me, crouched low with his blades already wet from the first two sentries he’d silently taken out. Gemma knelt on my other side, bowstring taut, her eyes flicking between the cave entrance and the shadows above us. Asher was behind her, a wall of muscle and silent rage, and Kara… Kara had her eyes closed, hands on the dirt, murmuring under her breath as if she could taste the magic buried in the rocks themselves.“They know we’re coming,” she whispered, voice low but sharp. “Wards are up, theentr