All Chapters of The Alpha’s Unforgiven Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

BlissThe hall still buzzed from my last move.My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, teeth bared. I should have gotten up from Kharo’s lap the moment the dare ended, but I didn’t. I stayed, perched there like I belonged, drinking in the taut silence coiled between us.His body was a wall of heat under mine, every muscle tense, his hands gripping the armrests like if he touched me, he wouldn’t stop. His jaw flexed, his breath steady but heavy, and his eyes, Moon above his eyes, burned into me like fire pressed to flesh.I had meant it as a game.Now it was something else entirely.“Bold,” someone muttered. “Too bold.”The pack still howled with laughter, but I caught the edge in their tone. They weren’t just entertained, they were unsettled. An Alpha’s lap wasn’t a toy. It was a throne. And I had claimed it without asking.Liam saw it too. His smirk was gone, his easy arrogance stripped raw. His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, the wine cup forgotten.“Enough,” he said, his voi

BlissThe lock on Liam’s chambers door is nothing. I’ve learnt worse. After weeks of playing games, the courtyard duel, the wine hall performance, the careful orchestration of jealousy and doubts, I decided on something different, something real. Because real life is honest and dangerous. And Liam, I’m beginning to understand, isn't just a liar, he’s something else entirely.It started small, a conversation, a conversation I overheard between him and someone over the phone, a name I don’t recognize, a voice I’ve never heard, but the way Liam’s spine strained, the difference in his tone, that wasn’t fear, it was submission. Liam Anderson doesn’t submit to anyone, so I started watching, not seducing, not manipulating, just watching. The way he moved through the pack with a purpose that has nothing to do with Ria or Kharo, or me. The night he disappeared into the western wing, the room everyone avoided because Kharo had deemed it off-limits years ago. Tonight I was going to find out why

Kharo I haven't slept in four days.The reports spread across my desk told a story I'd been trying to ignore for weeks. Three missing pack members in the past month. No bodies. No traces. Just names crossed off duty rosters and families asking questions I couldn't answer.I rubbed my eyes and reached for the cold coffee someone had left hours ago. The bitterness matched my mood.My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless. Something was shifting in the territory, something that smelled of old magic and older debts. I'd caught traces of it on the wind during patrols. Dark energy that didn't belong here.A knock at my door pulled me from the reports."Enter," I called.My lieutenant, Marcus, stepped inside. His face was grim. "Alpha, we have another one."I set down the coffee carefully, keeping my expression neutral. "Who?""Derek. Scout from the eastern patrol. His mate reported him missing an hour ago."Four now. Four disappearances in a month."Expand the search radius," I said. "Doubl

Bliss"Lycaon was one of the original pack Alphas," Kharo began. "Centuries ago. He was powerful, brutal, and he wanted more power. He made a deal with something old. Something that predates our kind. In exchange for souls, specifically, the souls of his own pack, he was given the ability to walk between the human and wolf worlds. To exist in both, fully and completely.""But that wasn't enough," I said following the thread."It was never enough," Kharo confirmed . "He kept feeding it. Keep sending it souls. And after his pack discovered what he was doing, they cursed him. Bound him. Made it so he could never stay in one form for long. He'd shift and shift and shift, unable to hold either shape for more than a few hours at a time. It drove him mad."He turned back to me. "Most think he's dead. Most hope he is. But dead things have a way of clawing back up from the earth.""And Liam is working for him.""Yes." Kharo returns to his desk and pulls up a separate file on his computer. Insi

LiamI've stopped counting how many I've killed.The numbers blur together after a while—units of energy, signatures of power, fragments of consciousness all merging into one intoxicating whole. Each death brings me closer to something I've spent my entire life chasing.Transcendence.Lycaon sent me to specific locations years ago, marking specific people. I've stopped questioning why. The answers don't matter anymore. Only the hunger matters. Only the power matters.Elena took longer to harvest than the others. She'd fought, clawing at the air like she could claw her way back into her own body. The sound of her screaming had been exquisite,raw and primal and real in a way nothing else in my life has ever been.Derek was easier. By then, he'd already accepted what was happening. He just knelt and waited for the end, his eyes empty of hope.I keep their energy stored inside me, bound by the dark runes I'd carved into my bones years ago. I can feel them there, pieces of consciousness, f