Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dreamt My Alpha Mate: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The storm inside me hadn’t quieted, not really. It just sat under my skin, waiting, like the air before lightning strikes. Sera and I were buried in the pack archives, pages scattered around us, old scrolls cracked with age. The air smelled of dust, wax, and something faintly metallic, blood, maybe, from the older seals.“You’ve been reading the same line for ten minutes,” Sera said quietly, glancing at me over the top of a brittle page.I didn’t look up. “It’s not the same line. It’s the same question.”Her brow lifted. “Which is?”“What if all of this was meant to happen?” My voice came out low. “The bond, the magic, Jace, everything.”She frowned, closing her book. “You sound like your mother.”I finally looked at her. “Elara thought fate was something you could outrun. She buried who I was to keep me safe, and it still found me.” I shoved the scroll aside, fingers trembling. “I don’t know if I can stop it, Sera or if I even should.”Sera leaned back, her tone softer. “Maybe you’r

The air in Crescent Keep was heavy, thick with whispers and suspicion. Every corridor seemed to hold an echo of betrayal. Wolves eyed each other too long, conversations cut short when I entered a room, and the tension in the pack link burned like static in the back of my skull.Jace’s rebellion hadn’t just raised an army, it had cracked the foundation of trust.Gemma slammed a report onto the table. “Three scouts missing near the southern ridge. The last message we got said they spotted smoke, then silence.”Rowan leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “That’s not random. Someone’s feeding him routes again.”The words hit harder than I wanted to admit. We’d had leaks before, Kyle’s men pretending to switch sides, witches bribed for protection but this felt closer, sharper.“Inside?” I asked quietly.Rowan nodded. “Someone near your command. Maybe one of ours.”The room went still.Gemma exhaled slowly, shaking her head. “We can’t afford to chase ghosts right now. We n

The room felt smaller than usual. Not because it was, but because every person inside carried tension like armor. The long oak table in the Crescent Hall was covered with maps, scrolls, and half-burned candles that cast uneven shadows across worried faces.Damon stood at the head of the table, his posture tight, his eyes scanning everyone like a soldier ready for betrayal. To his left, Gemma leaned forward, arms crossed. Rowan stood near the door, silent as always, his wolf still healing. On Damon’s right sat two witch envoys from the Matriarch’s circle, faces hidden beneath deep hoods, symbols faintly glowing along their skin.No one trusted anyone.I could feel it, the unease, the undercurrent of suspicion that hummed through the hall louder than the sound of the storm outside. Every whisper, every breath carried doubt. Wolves and witches had shared space before, but never like this. Not after what Kyle did at the Thorne.Damon’s voice broke the silence. “We don’t have time for p

The vial sat between us on the war table, a single drop of my blood swirling like smoke in water. No one spoke for a long time. The room smelled of ash and salt and fear.Gemma was the first to break the silence. “That’s witchcraft I’ve never seen before.”“It’s Jace,” I said quietly. “It always is.”Damon hadn’t moved since the raven came. He stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, every muscle in his body straining to hold his wolf back. His eyes were fixed on the vial, the way one might stare at a loaded weapon.Rowan stepped closer. “We could destroy it.”“No.” My voice came out sharper than I meant. “It’s a message. He wouldn’t send my blood unless there’s something hidden inside it.”Sera tilted her head, frowning. “You’re thinking of opening it?”I met her gaze. “I have to.”Damon’s voice cut through the air. “You won’t touch it.”I looked at him. “It’s my blood.”“It’s a trap.” His tone was low, steady, but the vein in his temple pulsed. “He’s trying to pull you into hi

The forest was silent except for the sound of my breathing and the ache in my chest that wouldn’t stop. I’d run until my legs shook, but no distance could silence the bond clawing at me, Damon’s presence, rough and burning, closing in fast.I pressed my palm against a tree to steady myself, whispering, “Don’t find me.”The bond answered with a growl that wasn’t mine.Branches snapped behind me. I turned and saw him, blood-streaked, eyes glowing silver, chest heaving as if he’d sprinted straight through hell.“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” His voice was low, shaking, not from weakness but from rage barely contained.“I had to go.”“You vanished, Ivy. You left me with your scent fading and a trail soaked in blood magic. I thought…” He stopped, swallowing hard. “I thought you were gone.”I took a step back. “I didn’t mean to…”“Didn’t mean to what? Destroy me again?”The words hit harder than claws ever could. “You think this is easy for me?”He took another step forward, eyes