บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Forgotten Mate: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Caelan's POVI can feel Aeliana's distress and concern about what shadows from her family's past might emerge to haunt her.She's manipulating us, I cautioned her through our mate bond. Trying to make herself indispensable so we can't eliminate her even if the Arbiters judge in our favor.I know. But that doesn't necessarily mean she's lying about the information."Now," Annalise said, her tone shifting to something more serious, "let me tell you what the Arbiters are really assessing. Because it's not just about whether you personally serve balance or threaten it."She had our full attention now."The Arbiters," she continued, "are assessing whether humanity deserves access to divine power at all. Whether mortals can be trusted with weapons of cosmic significance, or whether such power should be permanently sealed away from mortal reach."Silence fell on us like a hammer. Through the Entity's presence, I felt its shock, a genuine surprise from an ancient being that rarely experienced

Aeliana's POV"You're not alone in feeling that way," I said quietly. I opened myself completely, letting him feel the full weight of my own doubts and fears. "I'm the Silverwood heir who doesn't remember her kingdom. The Luna who lost two years because a witch cursed her. The vessel that nearly destroyed herself the first time she tried to use Entity power at full capacity. I'm supposed to represent humanity's potential, and I can barely keep myself together.""You're keeping yourself together better than you think.""So are you." I kissed him gently. "We're both doing our best under impossible circumstances. And maybe that's all the Arbiters can ask for. Not perfection, certainty, or even flawless execution. Just... honest effort. Genuine attempt to do right even when right isn't clear."Through our shared mind link, the Entity stirred. Its presence had been muted since our conversation with Annalise, giving us privacy for grief and fear and the very human process of confronting pot

Caelan's POVMy reality snapped back together in a way that hurts to look at. One moment we were in our bedroom, and the next we were nowhere...there are no walls, no ground, and no sense of space. We existed in nothing and everything at the same time.The Arbiters stood before us—or perhaps we stood before them, or perhaps "standing" wasn't the right word for what we were doing. Distance and direction had no meaning here. We simply existed in proximity to cosmic judges who would determine whether we lived or died.Through our bond, I can feel Aeliana's disorientation match my own. The Entity's presence wrapped around the both of us, stabilizing and helping us maintain coherence in a space not designed for mortal consciousness."Remain calm," it advised. This is the Judgment Chamber. It exists outside normal reality, outside time's linear flow. What feels like moments here could be hours in your world, or seconds. Just trust your bond and trust each other."Dual vessels," one of the A

Caelan’s POVWe snap back into the bedroom as someone yanks us through a door.One moment, we are floating in that endless non-space, facing the Arbiters. The next, we are on our knees on the rug, gasping, hands still clasped tight. The familiar scent of pine and our sheets floods my nose. Moonlight spills through the window. It is a deep night.The Entity’s presence settles and is satisfied."They ruled in our favor," Aeliana says softly. With conditions. But we live. Aeliana’s fingers tremble in mine as relief crashes over us both, so strong it hurts. We hold each other up and press our foreheads together, breathing the same air until the shaking stops.“We did it,” she whispers.“We did,” I answer, voice rough.We stay like that for a long time. No words. Just the bond humming between us, warm and alive.I feel so restless, and I need to let off some steam. So I turned to her and shared my thoughts.My wolf stirs, restless. The judgment left us both wired, energy crackling under ou

 Caelan's POV   The heat doesn’t break with dawn. My stomach growls loud enough to wake me fully. Aeliana is still curled against my chest, with my shaft still inside her, her skin fever-hot, and her breathing slow but restless. Even when asleep, her scent is still thick, sweet, and calling on my wolf. But my wolf paces inside me, restless with his need to provide, feed, and claim his mate. I slip out of her and the bed carefully, shift outside the door, and run. The forest is cool and crisp, with pine needles sharp under my paws. My wolf is on fire—every one of our senses is heightened, every rustle of leaves a potential meal. I hunt like I’m possessed. My vision focused on a young deer that is strong and fast. But it doesn't pose any threat to me because within minutes I take it