All Chapters of Alphas forbidden mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 96

Asher’s POV “Is this a joke?” I scoff. Moonlight skittered off a dozen pairs of eyes as I stood in the clearing, wolves from half the clans ringed around me. The circle felt tight, like a noose. “You called me here just to humiliate me.” A laugh—sharp, bitter—escaped me. “We are the Council,” the eldest stepped forward, his voice dry as old leaves. “We must protect our kind at all costs. You are a danger to our people.” A ripple of murmurs rolled through the crowd. My jaw tightened. How had I let myself fall for this? I’d thought maybe—stupid me—that he wanted to talk about something other than petty grievances. Old hags and their speeches. “I don’t need you protecting my pack,” I said, turning away. “Protect yours—keep me out of it.” “A hybrid,” he said, loud enough that more than a few heads snapped toward me. The word landed like a stone. “A wolf with human blood is taboo. Before you ruin us all, we have no choice but to kill you.” I laughed. It was a sound that didn’t

Asher’s POV –Air rips into my lungs in a harsh, dragging gasp—like I’ve been trapped underwater for hours and only now broken the surface. My eyes fly open, unfocused at first, the world nothing but a blur of shadows and shaking light. My heart hammers against my ribs, frantic, as if it’s trying to escape.Cold stone presses into my back. Damp. Unforgiving.I’m on the ground.Instinct shoves me upright before my mind catches up, but pain spears through my side. I suck in a sharp breath, jaw clenched, vision swimming for a moment. The last thing I remember feels distant, like it belongs to another life. I thought—no, I was sure—I wouldn’t wake again.Slowly, shapes sharpen. Walls of rough stone curve around me. Shadows twitch and crawl.Then I see it—Fire.A small flame crackles a few feet away, its light stretching across the cave like trembling fingers.A cave. I’m in a cave.“Bella!” The name tears out of me before I can stop it, my chest tightening with the memory of her face, th

Asher’s POV “This looks… weird,” Zachary mutters the moment I drop the plate in front of him. He stares down at the food like it personally offended him. I can’t even blame him—I barely know what I’m doing. I’ve never cooked before today; the kitchen still smells like burnt something and desperation.He lifts his gaze, studying me with a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I think you’re getting really old.”I scoff under my breath and reach for the plate. “I’ll make something else.”“Stop.” His hand comes down over mine, firm but not harsh. That faint smile grows, softens. “You know what? It’s been forever since you cooked for me. I’ll eat it with love.”He scoops a spoonful and shoves it into his mouth without hesitation. For a second he goes completely still, and I brace myself for him to spit it out. Instead, his eyebrows rise in surprise.“Hm. Surprisingly… this tastes good,” he says as if he’s trying to convince himself. “I knew you hadn’t lost your touch.”More like his taste bu