All Chapters of The Alpha’s Unforgiven Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LiamInteresting. You're more self-aware than most. Something like approval colored his voice. Perhaps you'll survive the merger after all. Perhaps you'll prove useful beyond the initial ritual."Perhaps."Rest now. Tomorrow, you harvest the ninth soul. Tomorrow night, everything changes.The crystal went dark.I stood in the forest, surrounded by the bodies of wolves I'd known my entire life, feeling power pulse through me like a second heartbeat.Eight souls. Just one more.I should have felt something. Guilt. Regret. Some shadow of the person I'd been before my father marked me, before Lycaon claimed me, before I'd started down this path.But there was nothing. Just cold satisfaction and the hungry anticipation of what came next.I'd spent my entire life being the son who was promised. The one who never had a choice. The one everyone pitied or feared but never truly saw.Now I was becoming something they couldn't ignore.A god. Or close enough that the difference wouldn't matter.I

Aria"I did." I pulled up the final set of images, the most worn section of the inscription, the part that had been deliberately obscured more than any other. "This is where it gets complicated. The third choice: Break the Cycle itself. Sever the connection that binds the Cycle-born to the cursed one. End the pattern that has repeated for millennia.""How?" Kharo turned from the window."By dying in a very specific way. Not in battle against Lycaon. Not as a martyr. But by…" I paused, making sure I had the translation right. "By offering your death freely, without coercion, without combat, to someone who loves you truly and completely. The prophecy calls it 'the sacrifice of the beloved.' Your death must be an act of pure choice, executed by someone whose grief would shatter worlds."The implications hung in the air like poison gas."You're saying someone has to murder her," Kharo said flatly."No. Murder implies unwillingness on the part of the victim. This requires Bliss to choose de

CallaWe moved through the compound in silence. The noon sun beat down, unusually hot for this time of year, making the journey feel surreal. Normal day. Normal weather. Warriors training in the yard. Someone laughing in the distance. The smell of food from the kitchen.Absolutely nothing normal about what I was doing."You seem tense," Aria said as we approached the eastern station. "Everything okay?"I forced a smile. "Just stressed. You know, convergence, the pack split with Solas's faction, prophecies, apocalypse. The usual.""I get it. We're all running on fumes." She smiled sympathetically, and guilt twisted in my gut like a knife. "After tonight, either everything's over or everything's fixed. Either way, at least the waiting ends."The waiting ends, I thought. But so do you.The eastern medical station was isolated, a converted storage building on the compound's edge, far from the main activity centers. Perfect for privacy. Perfect for medical stockpiling that didn't need cons

Kharo The emergency alert hit my phone at 12:07 PM.BODY FOUND. EASTERN MEDICAL STATION. ARIA. COME IMMEDIATELY.Four words that stopped my world.I ran.Didn't bother with protocols or calling for backup or grabbing weapons. Just ran, shifting mid-stride, tearing through the compound on four legs because it was faster.Not Aria. Please not Aria. Anyone but Aria.By the time I arrived, a crowd had gathered. Word traveled fast in the pack—death had a smell, an energy, that called to wolves like a beacon.Bliss was there, kneeling beside Aria's body, her face a mask of shock and grief so profound it was almost peaceful in its completeness. The kind of grief that goes beyond tears, beyond expression, into a numbness that's almost mercy."No," she whispered. "No, no, no."I shifted back to human form, grabbed clothes someone handed me, and dropped beside her. My hands moved automatically, checking for vitals I knew wouldn't be there.No pulse. No breath. No warmth.Black veins already fa

Calla The detention cell was silver-lined. Reinforced. Built to hold wolves at their strongest, designed by paranoid ancestors who understood that sometimes the biggest threats came from within.The walls hummed with containment magic. The door was six inches of solid silver-reinforced steel. The floor, ceiling, every surface, all designed to suppress supernatural abilities.I sat on the narrow bench, the mark on my wrist burning hotter now that I'd been exposed. The silver in the walls reacted with Lycaon's magic, creating a constant low-level pain that was more annoying than debilitating.You failed, Lycaon's voice whispered in my head, intimate as a lover, cold as death. You were supposed to bring the girl to convergence. Now they know. Now they'll be prepared."I tried," I muttered to the empty cell. "Bliss figured it out faster than expected. She's smarter than you said."Should have killed her when you had the chance. Quick blade to the throat. Would have solved many problems.