All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Third POVThe sun climbed higher, indifferent to what it would illuminate. In the valley below, hundreds of wolves took their positions in a defensive formation that looked strong on paper but felt fragile in practice. The morning air carried the scent of fear-sweat and determination, of weapons oil and the sharp tang of magic beginning to gather.Aeliana stood at the center of the formation, elevated on a small rise that gave her clear sightlines in every direction. The pendant at her throat pulsed warm against her skin, responding to the power building inside her like a storm waiting to break. Around her, warriors formed a protective circle... both from Caelan's pack and from the Silverwood guards, with their ancient armor gleaming.She could feel Caelan through the bond, positioned fifty yards to her left at the forward defensive line. His presence was a steady drumbeat in her chest, fierce and protective, and terrified in equal measure. He kept glancing back at her, silver eyes ch

THIRD POV"Then you apologize later. But if you're right and we do nothing..." Caelan left the implication hanging.Marcus nodded stiffly and moved to deal with his warrior. Aeliana watched the confrontation from a distance... Jonas's initial protest, Marcus's firm insistence, and Jonas finally acquiescing with visible resentment.But it was Jonas's eyes that caught her attention. The way they flicked once toward the trees, toward something or someone hidden in the shadows, before he allowed himself to be led toward the rear positions.A signal. That had been a signal.A cold realization flooded through her, and through the bond, Caelan felt it too."They're not just out there," she whispered. "They're in here. Among us.""How many?" Aldric asked quietly."I don't know. But Jonas isn't the only one. I can feel it through my bones, the little wrongnesses and loyalties that don't quite align." She met Caelan's eyes. "We're surrounded by enemies, and we don't even know all their faces."

Aeliana's POVAll of a sudden, something that has never happened before started manifestingThe Entity's hymn flowed through me...through us...with a force that transcended sound. It was like vibration and light and pure concentrated will, a frequency that...that had been sung in the first moments of creation when divine powers walked freely among mortals.And it was terrifying.My consciousness and the Entity's had merged so completely that I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. My memories mixed with its ancient experiences... I saw wars fought before humans learned to write, witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations I'd never heard of, and felt the weight of everything pressing against my mortal mind."Do not lose yourself," the Entity...or was it me? ...warned. We are stronger together, but you must maintain your core. Your humanity is not a weakness. It is an anchor.The Shadow Council's three pillars of corrupted magic slammed into our combined power, and the im

Aeliana's POV  I looked at Caelan, at the man who'd loved me through my memory loss and transformation, who'd supported every impossible choice, who'd promised to stand beside me no matter what path I walked."It's his choice," I said quietly. "Caelan, you don't have to...""Yes, I do," he interrupted. His hand finally touched mine, ignoring the risk and the power that was still crackling across my skin. "You're my mate. My Luna. My everything. If sharing this burden keeps you alive, there's no choice to make. I do it. Whatever the cost."Through the bond, I felt his absolute certainty. He meant every word. He would walk into hell itself if it meant keeping me alive."Very well," the Entity said, and there is a

Third-Person POV  She brushed an invisible speck of dust from her sleeve.“They were so close to a breakthrough. A way to make our wolves immortal, to shield us from silver, from death itself. They just needed a little more power. What was needed was just a few more sacrifices. But the pack didn’t understand. Instead, they got scared and sent for help.”Her voice stayed dreamy, almost singsong.“Your parents came (the King and Queen, so noble, so certain they knew best). They arrived with soldiers and judgment in their eyes. My mother and father welcomed them. Offered tea. Explained everything. Begged them to see the vision.”Annalise’s smile turned sad, forgiving.“But your family doesn’t share, does it? They never have. They saw power they didn’t control and decided it had to be