All Chapters of The Alpha’s Unforgiven Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

BlissSomething had changed. At first, I thought I imagined it. The way Kharo’s eyes flickered away too fast when we crossed paths. How his words—once deliberate, solid, sometimes even warm—had become clipped and cold Like frost edging over glass.I watched him now from across the strategy table, as we were all gathered for an Inner Circle briefing.His gaze didn’t meet mine once. Not even accidentally. He spoke only when he had to, his voice cool and commanding as always, but there was a distance in it that hadn’t been there before.And it hit harder than I wanted to admit. I shifted in my chair, my heart pressing uncomfortably against my ribs. This wasn’t just about pack protocol; this was personal.Days ago we had sat beneath moonlight in the grove, sharing secrets, sharing silence. He’d held my hand like it mattered. Looked at me; I wasn’t a burden. Like I was something… important. But now? I was invincible.And I hated that it stung.“Bliss”, Kharo’s voice cut in suddenly, snapp

BlissI’ve always been good at pretending I didn’t notice things.Like how Liam stopped looking at me the moment he started fucking Ria. Or how every time I walked into a room, someone always stopped talking a second too late.But here, now in this Kareem pack, the silence wasn’t subtle.It was suffocating.It stated the Morning after the strategy meeting — one I wasn’t invited to. The day before, Kharo had asked if I was willing to join the inner circle on a social mission. I said yes.He’d looked at me with something warm in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen since the night he found me screaming in the grove.But the next day?No words. No mission. No Kharo.Instead, I woke to find a tray of food outside my door instead of a knock. The omelette was overcooked. The fruit slightly bruised. A small detail but it felt deliberate. Off.I shrugged it off at first. Maybe someone else was on kitchen duty.Maybe Sally was busy. Maybe—No. Something was off. I padded barefoot into the hallway,

Bliss“She’s not just sitting around. You promised she’d be weak by now…”She turned when I stepped into view.The phone disappeared into her jacket in a heartbeat. Smile applied like makeup.“We really do not have to smile at each other like that, you know.” I said to her, “Bliss”, she said sweetly, “did you lose your way?”I tilted my head. “No. I think I’m exactly where I need to be.” Her smile faltered and that was all I needed. I’m in the game with you now, Ria.“Don’t wreck your cheeks. If you force yourself too much to smile, you begin to feel pain in your cheeks, and that will make you grow old quickly.” I walked past her. Kharo’s office door clicked shut behind me, the sound muffed by the weight of all the unsaid words between us.I didn’t look back.My thoughts swelled with everything I’d just set in motion. It wasn’t just the alliance with Kharo anymore. It wasn’t even about being accepted. I was no longer the girl who ran from rejection, I wanted to be the one plottin

BlissI fastened my steps, I moved to the training ground to ease my nerves. The training grounds were almost empty when I stepped into the scorched earth, dust clung to my boots, the metalic tang of weapons in the air. The moon was low but bright, bleeding gold accros the horizon, and the shadows stretched long like a reminder of the wolves who have bled there before me.Kharo followed me, he stood at the center of the sparing ring, arms crossed over his broad chest, his dark hair falling into his eyes. There was something predatory in the way he held himself, still, controlled, like a coiled spring waiting to snap. His gaze found mine the second I walked in.“You’re late,” he said, his voice even, but sharp.“I didn’t know there was a certain time made for me to stay out of the quarters.“Did you forget or did Sally not tell you that I was giving you a private tutorial today?” He asked.“Ohh—ohh sorry my lord I didn’t forget, and she told me, I just thought you might be too busy to

BlissKharo’s shadow stretched across the ground at our feet.I felt him—the heat of his gaze, sharp as a blade, heavy with something between fury and betrayal.Liam didn’t move. He just smirked faintly, as if he knew exactly what kind of storm was about to break.And me? I finally pulled my hand free, straightening, spine stiff as steel.I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give either of them that satisfaction.The following day, in the training yard, it always smelled of steel and sweat, the rhythm of clashing blades a drumbeat that made the air vibrate. But today, the weight of eyes on me was heavier than the usual curiosity.It wasn’t just training anymore. It was a stage.And I was determined to own it.I’d dressed lighter than usual, my tunic sleeveless, clinging to me with every flex of muscle. My hair pulled high, exposing my throat. A calculated choice. Wolves noticed things like that, the pulse of a vein, the bare curve of skin.As Kharo barked instructions, his voice commanding,