All Chapters of The Alpha’s Unforgiven Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

BlissWe barely made it out of the temple alive, Lycaon’s attack had been brutal, dark magic that felt like it was trying to tear us apart from the inside out. Kharo had shifted mid-battle, his massive wolf form launching at Lycaon with a fury is never seen. Calla and the warriors had fought with everything they had.But we'd been outmatched.Lycaon was ancient. Powerful. And he'd been playing this game for centuries while we were just learning the rules.We'd retreated when it became clear we couldn't win. Kharo had grabbed me, literally grabbed me in his jaws, carefully but firmly, and carried me out while the others covered our escape. The humiliation of being rescued like a pup stung, but I'd been too exhausted to argue.Now, hours later, we were back at the compound. Dawn was breaking over the eastern ridge, painting the sky in shades of blood and gold.I sat in Aria's medical wing while she checked my injuries. Nothing serious, bruises, a few scrapes, exhaustion that went bone

BlissThe compound felt different when we returned from the temple.Not physically, the same stone walls, the same torches burning in their sconces, the same wolves moving through corridors they'd walked for years. But the energy had shifted. Something fundamental had cracked, and everyone could feel it.I walked through the main courtyard with my head high, refusing to show the exhaustion that made my bones ache. Refusing to acknowledge the stares that followed me like wolves tracking prey.They blamed me. I could see it in their eyes.Four deaths. Four harvests. And now a failed assault on an ancient enemy that had left their Alpha wounded and their territory vulnerable.All because of me."Ignore them," Kharo murmured beside me, his voice low enough that only I could hear. His hand brushed mine, not holding, just touching. A reminder that I wasn't alone.But I felt alone. Even standing next to the most powerful wolf in the territory, I felt like I was drowning.We separated at the

LiamI watched Ria from the shadows of the observation deck, my eyes tracking her movements as she paced the courtyard below.She'd become obsessed.Not with me, that ship had sailed the moment Kharo entered the picture. No, she was obsessed with him now. The Alpha. The powerful male who represented everything she'd always wanted and never had.Power. Status. Control.I'd given her those things, in my own way. But apparently, I wasn't impressive enough. Wasn't Alpha enough.The irony was delicious.She'd betrayed Bliss to be with me. Helped me kill George. Participated in the plan that was supposed to give us everything we wanted.And now she was trying to trade up."Stupid girl," I murmured to myself.I descended from the observation deck and intercepted her in the corridor leading to the residential wing. She was so lost in thought she didn't notice me until I stepped directly into her path."Liam." Her voice was flat. Not the breathy excitement it used to carry when she said my nam

BlissThe dreams started the night after I overheard the resistance plotting.Not dreams, exactly. More like memories that didn't belong to me.I was standing in a field I'd never seen before, wearing clothes from a century I'd never lived in. My hands, but not my hands, were covered in dirt and blood. Around me, bodies lay scattered like broken dolls, wolves and humans mixed together in death's democracy."Again," a voice whispered. Not to me. Through me. "It happens again."I woke gasping, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape.The clock on my nightstand read 3:47 AM.I didn't go back to sleep.Instead, I sat by the window and watched the compound slowly wake up, guards changing shifts, early risers heading to training, the world moving forward while I was stuck in the past. Or past. Multiple pasts that shouldn't belong to me but somehow did.By dawn, I'd made a decision.If I was going to survive this, I needed to understand

Aria I watched Bliss absorb the information, saw the way her expression shifted from fear to determination to something harder. Something that reminded me of soldiers I'd treated after wars they couldn't win.She was calculating survival odds."Don't," I said quietly."Don't what?""Don't start planning your own death." I closed the book gently. "I know that look. I've seen it on people who've decided they're worth less than the cause they're fighting for.""I'm not…""You are." I stood and moved to the small cabinet where I kept emergency supplies. I pulled out a flask of something stronger than tea and poured two glasses. "Drink. Then let me tell you something."She took the glass but didn't drink immediately. Waiting.I settled back into my chair and took a long sip before speaking. "Twenty years ago, there was a war between the northern packs. You wouldn't remember, you were barely alive then. But it nearly destroyed everything we'd built. Thousands died. Territory was scorched.