บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s Unforgiven Mate: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Riaunknowing, uninvited and potentially expendable.I blinked, trying to convince myself I wasn’t hallucinating. How would she be here, breathing, training alongside the fiercest pack in the region?I felt pangs of sympathy mixed with dread. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of the man I thought Liam was—the charming fiancée who protected me—but that moment shattered under the weight of his obsession.“Do you think she recognised us?” I whispered.Liam shook his head, "Not yet, but she will."His voice softened but remained deadly. “We’ll get her back, Lame. No matter what it takes.”My heart thundered “We will get her back.” I repeated “what do you want to do with her?” “She was mine to begin with.” He said unapologetically. Forgetting the women he used to satisfy his sexual pleasure is here."And what if she doesn’t want to come back? What if she wants to stay here?” I asked.He turned to me, eyes blazing. “She doesn’t get to decide that.”“No,” I challenge, my voice rising. “Mayb

BlissSometimes silence is the loudest sound in the world.That thought echoed in my mind as I slipped through the Kareem pack house, my footsteps soft against the polished marble floor.It was nearly midnight, and the modern mansion, with its glass walls and motion-activated light, had fallen quiet.Too quiet. I needed out. Out of the stares. Out of the question. Out of the training, the eyes on me, the confusion in Kharo’s eyes every time we met in the hall.I needed a place to scream.I tugged the oversized hoodie tighter around my frame and padded barefoot through the hallway.The faint glow from the moon guided me as I slipped out a side door and into the night. The air was cooler than I expected, crisp and sharp, like it knew I needed to breathe something clean.The Kareem estate stretched endlessly behind me — sleek, rich, too perfect.But just beyond the back garden, past the glass fencing and immaculate landscaping, was a grove. Not a forest, exactly. Just a cluster of tall t

BlissBack straight. His hands braced on the counter, with a mug in front of him that hadn’t been touched. He was pouring the coffee like it was a ritual. Barefoot. Hoodie. Hair slightly damp like he’d just showered. Not like the cold , intimidating Alpha I first met. Just… a man. Very tall, very stoic man with the silent strength in his bones.He looked up when I walked in “morning ““Hi”Our voices were awkward.Not cold. Just unsure.He offered me a mug “ it’s black ““I figured,”I took a sip and grimaced.He smiled “still bitter?”“Like my soul,” I said. Making him laugh—low ands shor and real.Gods. That sound.It undid me a little.“I didn’t expect you here,” I said“This is my house.” He replied, not defensive but fact. “Do you always stand guard on your kitchen like this?”“Do you always walk in looking like you have something to prove?”I shrugged, moving past him to the counter, I poured myself water slowly, aware of his eyes tracking me. “Maybe I just want to know wh

BlissI wasn’t supposed to be here.Not in this room. Not at this table. Not in this world.But somehow, I’d earned a seat in the Kareem pack’s war room—where the Inner Circles met behind reinforced glass doors and bulletproof walls.A place where wolves spoke in codes, where maps were marked with blood and silence meant trust.And now I was sitting between warriors who could kill me in under ten seconds.No pressure.Kharo stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, back straight, the definition of untouchable. But his eyes flicked to me every few minutes—quiet, unreadable flicks that said everything and nothing.I sat still. Hands folded. Spine straight. Pretending I wasn’t sweating through my shirt.The only female in the room apart from the packs' tech strategist Yara, was Eren, Cala and Aria. Cala was watching me like I was an unexploded bomb on the table.Maybe I was.“This mission is off-book,” Kharo began, his voice low but commanding. “We’ve intercepted comms from the Rogue

RiaThe next morning.From the balcony, where I stood, the world looked small and distant—just the way I like it. Far from the chaos I’d left behind, yet close enough to pull the strings.I watched Kharo for a long moment.He stood alone, leaning against the polished railing, the faintest crease of tension threading his brows.“Just looking at his body biult, make me want to have him so fast gosh. His way over Liam’s level. He’s far ahead.” I murmured to myself.He was the kind of man who held everything inside—a quiet storm. My type of man. I knew from the moment I saw him that he was both a weapon and a shield, and I was going to use that.My heels clicked against the floor, a deliberate sound in the silence.He turned slowly like a predator sensing another in his territory.“Kharo,” I called, my voice soft but steady, the words dripping with an invisible poison.His dark eyes met mine, sharp and cautious. “Ria. What’s in your mind at this hour?”I smiled, the kind that didn’t reac