All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Caelan's POVI hadn't slept in three days.Maybe four. Time had a way of blurring together when every waking moment was consumed by the same desperate thought: where is she?My office reeked of whiskey and unwashed clothes. Empty bottles lined my desk like soldiers, and somewhere beneath the mess of maps and newspaper clippings and photographs of missing persons, there had to be food. Elena kept bringing me meals. I think. Hard to remember eating any of it.The knock on my door was sharp, familiar. Elena didn't wait for permission before walking in, which meant she was pissed. Good. That made two of us."Jesus, Caelan." Her voice cut through the fog in my head like a blade. "When was the last time you showered?"I looked up from the map I'd been studying... Montana, again. Always Montana, because something about those mountains called to me in ways I couldn't explain. "Did you come here to lecture me about hygiene, or do you have news?""Both, apparently." She moved closer, and I caug

Aeliana POV Mate. The word echoes in my head like a stone dropped in still water, sending ripples through every thought. I can't stop staring at him, this male Adonis who claims to know me better than I know myself. His amber eyes hold secrets I'm desperate to unlock, but every time I reach for them, they slip away like smoke. "I need to get out of here." The words tumble out before I can stop them. Panic is clawing at my chest now, making it hard to breathe. The silk sheets suddenly feel like chains, the beautiful room like a gilded cage. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and immediately regret it when the cool air hits my bare skin. What am I wearing? I look down, and my heart stops. This isn't my faded Mickey Mouse t-shirt and cotton shorts. It's a nightgown. Well, if you can call something so delicate and expensive a nightgown. The fabric is so thin it's practically transparent, clinging to every curve like it was made specifically for me Heat floods my cheeks as I ca

Caelan's POV "Some of it." I said Elena's eyebrow arches. "Which parts?" "The curse. About Annalise putting a curse on her, but definitely not why it happened. That my patrol found her in the mountains." "But not that the patrol was you. Not about Montana." "No." She's quiet for a long moment, studying me with those sharp brown eyes that see too much. "She's going to find out eventually, Caelan. The pack talks. Someone will slip up." As much I would love to say that no one dares but I know she's right. Secrets have a way of festering in pack dynamics, especially ones this big. But right now, Aeliana can barely handle the truth about being cursed. Learning that I'd been stalking her for months, that I'd taken her from her bed while she slept. It would destroy what little progress we've made. "She needs time," I say finally. "And you need to stop thinking with your dick." The blunt assessment makes me flinch. "Elena...." I missed out "Don't." She holds up a hand

Aeliana's POV I wake up burning. Not the feverish kind of burning that sends you reaching for aspirin and cool cloths. This is something else entirely. Something that starts deep in my core and spreads outward like liquid fire, pooling in places that make my breath catch and my thighs clench together. What the hell? The dream clings to me like a second skin... Caelan's hands mapping every curve of my body, his mouth trailing fire down my throat, the delicious weight of him pressing me into silk sheets while I whispered his name. Even now, fully awake, I can still feel the touch of his fingers, still taste the wild honey sweetness of his kiss. My body aches with want. Real, physical need that makes my skin hypersensitive and my heart race. The silk nightgown feels like torture against my heated flesh, every thread a caress I don't want but can't escape. Get it together, Aeliana. But I can't. Every breath brings his scent... pine and leather and something darker, more prima