All Chapters of Ashmoor Unseen Wolf : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kael’s POVGeorge’s footsteps slapped the stone path behind me like an echo I couldn’t outrun, loud, persistent, irritating.“Alpha! Seriously, man. You really gonna keep ignoring me?” His voice grated against my skull. “I’ve been stuck at Draven’s like some abandoned mutt!”I stopped.The cold coiled around me like smoke off a frozen blade, sinking past the damp shirt clinging to my back. I turned, just enough for him to see the warning in my eyes.“Then go back to Draven’s mansion, George. And leave me the hell alone.”He blinked, then scoffed, folding his arms and planting his feet like a stubborn mutt. “Of course I’ll go back. Who the hell wants to live under the same roof as an emotionally constipated Alpha like you, huh? Except poor, desperate Abegail.”I didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. I didn’t need him to say it. I knew I was cold, distant, barely holding it together.“But,” he said, stepping closer, “I’m not leaving until you tell me what your damn problem is. Why are you mad at

The Sovereign’s POV The night was too quiet, that bone-deep kind of silence that hums with dread, like the world itself was holding its breath before the scream. Not even the wind stirred through the high towers of the estate.Then my phone buzzed against the armrest of my throne, jarring, sharp, like a warning shot.I didn’t wait for a second ring.“Speak.” My voice cut like ice through the receiver.“She just ran out, Sovereign,” my spy panted. I could hear the wind rushing around him, the slap of his boots against pavement. “Diana. From Draven’s mansion. She was clutching her neck, panicking. There was blood… a lot of it.”I stood, the ancient hardwood beneath me creaking under my weight.“Did anyone follow her?”“I’m on her tail. Orders?”“Follow her,” I snapped. “Every second counts. I want every detail of what happened there. Don’t lose her. Not even for a blink. And make damn sure no one else sees you.”“Yes, Sovereign.”The call ended with a click that echoed in the stillness

Abegail’s POVThe tires hadn’t even finished crunching over the gravel when the front door flung open like a storm-battered shutter. Mayor Dorian Laveau, my father, and his wife, my mother, rushed out as if the driveway itself had caught fire.“Abegail?” my father snapped, thunder in his voice as he charged down the porch steps. My mother trailed behind him, her silk robe billowing like wings torn from a fallen angel.“What in God’s name are you doing here?” she hissed, her eyes flicking from the suitcase at my side to the swell of my belly, as though I’d shown up carrying a bomb instead of a baby.I stepped out of the car with deliberate slowness, the sharp click of my heels echoing like gunshots across the quiet morning. My smile was brittle, cracking at the edges like frozen glass. “I didn’t know daughters needed an appointment to visit their parents.”My father’s lips pressed into a tight line. “Don’t play games, Abi,” he said. “You know exactly what this looks like.”My mother cr

Kael’s POVI couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips as the memory replayed, crisp and vivid, like a scene from a story only I would find amusing.Diana.Brave little thing. She had stood there, trembling in every muscle but defiant in her stance, clutching a tiny kitchen knife like it could actually pierce a hybrid’s heart. Her eyes were wide with terror, but her voice? Holy goddess, it didn’t quiver.“Come out if you’re not afraid,” she shouted.Did she really think that toy could harm me?I could’ve stepped out then. I didn’t.Because if I had, I wouldn’t have stopped myself from kissing her.I had shadowed her from Father’s house all the way to Eva’s, my figure swallowed by the night, my presence nothing more than a ripple in the darkness. I didn’t trust anyone to protect her. Not Eva. Not even the damn walls of that house.And Diana... poor, exhausted thing, she couldn’t sleep. I could feel it in the air, tight and electric, buzzing with her anxiety. She jumped at every cr

Kael’s POVThe wind was dry today. Not just dry but parched. The kind that kissed the back of your throat with dust and carried the faint, dying scent of something long gone. I stood with arms folded tight across my chest, jaw clenched. The warped floorboards groaned beneath my shoes. Behind me, George hovered like a shadow, one brow arched as if he could already smell the tension bleeding off my skin.I knocked once at Eva's door. Sharp. Final.She opened it immediately, like she’d been standing behind it, waiting, watching.“Alpha.” Her voice was clipped, her stance firm. Arms crossed like mine. Her hair yanked back in a no-nonsense braid, like she was preparing for war, not conversation.“I’m here for Diana,” I said, keeping my tone low, restrained.Eva tilted her head slightly, like a wolf catching wind. “How did you know she was here?”I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.“She’s not. She left this morning.”My stomach dropped, sharp, sudden, a stone to water.I swallowed the weigh