All Chapters of The Alpha’s Unforgiven Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kharo "My father tried everything conventional first. Alliances, strategic marriages, trade agreements. Nothing worked. We were too weak, too isolated. Everyone could smell the blood in the water."I stood and moved to the window, looking out at the compound my father had fought so hard to preserve."Then Lycaon appeared. Not in person, he couldn't, not while cursed. But through intermediaries. Through dreams. Through whispers that promised exactly what my father needed.""Power.""Power. Protection. Prosperity. Everything that would save the pack." I turned to face her. "All for one simple price, his firstborn son's service when the time came.""Liam.""Liam. Who was three years old at the time. Who didn't have a choice. Who was promised to darkness before he could even understand what that meant." I moved back to my desk and pulled out the journal. "My father thought he was being smart. Thought he'd have years to figure out how to break the pact. Thought that surely, with enough ti

CallaThe fifth death happened while I was standing right there.Elena. Twenty-three. Bright-eyed. Eager. She'd just told me about her upcoming mating ceremony, three weeks away, she'd said, her face glowing with happiness.Then the black veins spread across her skin and she was screaming, convulsing, dying in my arms while I could do nothing but watch.Thirty-seven minutes after Adrian.The acceleration was killing us.I held Elena's body as the light left her eyes, feeling her final breath against my neck. When it was over, when the healers came to take her away, I stood there with her blood on my hands.You could have saved her.The whisper was immediate. Insidious.You could save all of them. If you just stop fighting what you know is right."Shut up," I muttered, walking away from the scene. Away from the other warriors' stares. Away from Kharo's grief-stricken expression.How many more, Calla? How many more have to die while you play loyal soldier?I kept walking. Through the co

BlissThe curse stopped.One moment, I was waiting for the seventh death. The next, the oppressive weight lifted like someone had opened a window in a suffocating room.I felt it in my bones, the dark magic that had been strangling the pack suddenly... gone.Aria confirmed it twenty minutes later, bursting into the training hall where I'd been hiding. "It's broken. The curse. No more deaths.""How?""I don't know. It just, stopped." She looked relieved and suspicious simultaneously. "Kharo's calling an emergency pack meeting. Everyone's required."I didn't want to see him. Didn't want to face those eyes that had looked at me like I mattered while calculating how to use me.But I went anyway.The great hall was packed, every wolf who could stand was there. The relief was palpable, but so was the fear. Six dead. Curse mysteriously broken.Kharo stood at the front, looking like he hadn't slept in days. His eyes found mine in the crowd, held for a heartbeat, then moved on.That small dism

KharoShe fell asleep within minutes, her breathing evening out, her body relaxing against mine.I stayed awake, watching her in the moonlight filtering through the windows.She'd given me something I didn't deserve—her trust, however temporary. Her body, however, is angry with the motivation. A moment of connection in all this chaos.And I was going to betray it.Because convergence was in forty hours. Because Liam still needed three souls. Because the curse breaking was too convenient, too perfectly timed.Someone had made a deal. Someone had traded something for that reprieve.And I needed to find out who and what before everything fell apart.My phone buzzed quietly on the nightstand. A message from Calla: Perimeter secure. All quiet. You should rest.I typed back: Working on it.Her response was immediate: Good. We need you sharp. Tomorrow's going to be difficult.I stared at the message, something about it feeling off. But I couldn't put my finger on what.Bliss stirred against

LiamSix souls.I could feel them inside me, pressing against each other in the space I'd carved out with dark magic. Each one is distinct…Thomas's fear, Elena's hope, Derek's rage, Sarah's confusion, Ria's desperation, Mikhail's determination.All mine now.All power waiting to be used.I stood in the ritual chamber, my chamber, not the old stone one where Kharo had ambushed me. This was deeper, hidden beneath the compound's foundations, carved from bedrock and warded with symbols that predated pack civilization.My sanctuary. My laboratory. My throne room.The souls pulsed with each breath I took, their energy flooding my veins. I was stronger than I'd ever been. Faster. More aware. I could feel magic currents that had been invisible before, sense life forces like heat signatures.I was transcendent.Almost godlike.Just three more and I'd be complete. Ready for the convergence. Ready to stand beside Lycaon as he remade the world.My phone buzzed. A message from the encrypted line: