All Chapters of The Alpha's concubine mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

There was no sky.Only light—endless, cold, and white.It pulsed like a heartbeat, soundless yet alive, spreading through the space around her in waves that shimmered and faded. Lila drifted within it, weightless, her body both there and not there, her thoughts scattering like petals in the wind.She tried to move. Her fingers brushed nothing.I tried to breathe. No air filled her lungs.Yet she existed.A thought broke the silence.Cole.The name rippled through the void, and for a moment, something responded—a flicker of warmth, distant but real, like a heartbeat echoing across eternity. But then it vanished, swallowed by the endless light.Lila floated alone.“Where am I?” she whispered, though no sound carried.The light shifted.In the distance, forms began to emerge—blurred at first, then clearer. Fragments of a forest. Branches made of glass. Roots curling through

When Cole woke, the world was silent.The air smelled of ash and rain. Smoke curled in thin ribbons above the shattered clearing, the once-mighty First Tree now a hollow skeleton of charred roots and silver embers. The fog had thinned, but the air still hummed with leftover magic—a low, trembling pulse that made his bones ache.He tried to move, but every muscle screamed. His shirt was torn, blood seeping through his ribs where the curse’s backlash had struck. Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself up, coughing through the haze.“Lila…”Her name left his lips like a prayer. But she wasn’t there.Only her scent lingered—wolf and wildflowers and smoke. He staggered toward the center of the clearing, heart pounding. The spot where she’d stood was nothing but scorched earth and faint traces of light still dancing in the air.“Lila!” he shouted again, louder this time. His voice broke.No answer.The fog didn’t whisper her name anymore. The forest didn’t move. It was as if the whole world wa

Lila's POV The first thing I remember is the cold.It wasn’t the kind that prickled the skin—it was deeper, an ache that crawled into the marrow, whispering that warmth was a memory. My eyes fluttered open to darkness. Not the kind that comes with night, but something older, thicker—alive. The air shimmered with it, pulsing faintly, as though it breathed with me.For a long moment, I didn’t know who I was.My name hovered on the edge of consciousness, a taste I couldn’t quite recall. Lila… The sound of it echoed faintly in the back of my mind, but it felt borrowed, as though it belonged to someone else entirely.Then I heard him.“Little wolf,” a voice murmured through the dark, smooth as velvet and edged with danger. “You wander too far into my hollow again.”I spun around, my heart hammering—but there was no one there. Only the sound of my own frantic breathing and the whisper of unseen winds. My body t

The moon hung blood-red over the Nightshade borderlands, its light veiled in clouds that swirled like ash and smoke. Cole Bennett had ridden through three territories without rest. His wolf was exhausted, his body burning with fever, but his will was unyielding. The mark of the curse, a jagged black vein stretching from his collarbone down his chest, pulsed with each heartbeat.He hadn’t told anyone that it had begun to spread to him. Not even Lila. Especially not Lila.Every second counted now.Cole urged his steed forward, galloping into the howling woods where legend said the Moon Healer once lived—an ancient witch who had cured kings and damned beasts alike. But the path was treacherous. The deeper he went, the thicker the mist became, until the world was nothing but silver fog and the echo of his own ragged breathing.“Hold on, Lila,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “Just hold on for me.”The memory of her last look haunted

Cole’s POV The forest was dying. Every tree groaned like a wounded beast, their roots tearing from the earth as the curse spread through the soil in veins of silver light. The air burned cold — not the kind that bit the skin, but the kind that devoured it. Cole Bennett ran through it anyway. Branches whipped across his arms, slicing through the fabric of his shirt, but he barely felt them. His lungs ached, his legs screamed, his fever burned like fire under his skin — but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He could still smell her. Lila. Her scent — wildflowers and rain — drifted faintly through the chaos, and it was the only thing that kept him sane. She was here, somewhere inside this rotting heart of Nightshade. “Hold on, Lila,” he growled, pushing harder. The forest shifted around him like a living thing, trees twisting into monstrous shapes, roots curling to block his path. He swung his blade in wide, brutal arcs, cutting through the growth, silver sparks flying with e