All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Caelan’s POV My body aches in the best way, every muscle reminding me of the last three days spent buried inside her.Aeliana stretches beside me, voice hoarse. “We need to clean up. I can’t go back to the pack smelling like this.”I laugh low, pulling her close for one more slow kiss. “They’ll know exactly what we’ve been doing, or should I say they already know.”She nips my lip. “Exactly why we need a bath.”We stumble to the small bathing room, legs shaky from exhaustion and overuse. The stone basin is large enough for two if we’re close...and we always are. I pump water from the stream line and heat bucket after bucket over the fire while pouring steaming water in until it laps at the rim, scented with the pine soap we keep here.Steam rises thick, fogging the air, making everything soft and hazy.I step in first, sinking

Aeliana's POV Elena watches us with deep concern in her eyes. “You’re really considering this? Flying across the country to help strangers while enemies circle our borders?”The words hang heavy in the kitchen air, as the scent of brewing tea is now forgotten.I feel Caelan’s immediate resistance through the bond...his wolf is snarling at the idea of any separation; his Alpha instincts are screaming to keep me safe, to keep us together where we’re strongest. But the distant cry for help sharpens again in my mind, as it fills my senses with blood and terror and fracturing reality. We have a few minutes left.Liora...our Beta...steps forward from where she’s been quietly listening by the door. Her face is tight with worry. “Elena’s right. You just got back. The pack’s still healing from the last battle. Up to forty Shadow Council

Aeliana's POV The cabin materializes out of the darkness like something that shouldn't exist—isolated, remote, the kind of place you go when you want to hide a crisis from the world. The vehicle skids to a stop, and I'm already moving, already reaching through the Entity network to perceive what's happening inside. Two bodies. One woman, approximately mid-thirties, has her consciousness fractured into four distinct pieces, each one screaming in a different direction. One man, younger, maybe mid-twenties, his body convulsing as power rips through cells that can't contain it. And between them, an Entity that is not fully formed, or fully integrated, caught in the agony of trying to bond with two vessels simultaneously while one of them actively rejects the process. I hit the door running. The cabin smells like blood and terror and copper-sharp ozone, that burnt-air scent of reality bending too far. The woman is on her knees, her hands pressed against her temples so hard that b

Aeliana's POV By one hour and thirty minutes later, Sienna begins hemorrhaging blood from her nose and eyes, which is normal for integration trauma but looks terrifying anyway. The entity Seven is anchoring deeper in her, creating new neural pathways and binding itself into Sienna's consciousness in ways that will take months to complete but are already becoming permanent."It hurts," Sienna says, but not in a complaining way. She's tough in the way that alphas are tough... always capable of enduring significant pain without breaking."Yes. The Entity is large, and your nervous system is having to expand to hold it. Pain is the normal response.""And David?""Stable. Not better, nor worse. His organs are healing slowly, but the damag

Aeliana's POVThe pack grounds came into view as dawn broke over the eastern ridge, painting everything in shades of gold and pink. I braced myself for devastation...burning buildings, bodies being carried to the medical wing, and the aftermath of battle that I'd felt would come in my absence.Instead, I found our warriors at their posts. Alert, armed, and clearly prepared for combat. But they are alive, whole, and waiting for an attack that apparently never came.Through our bond, I felt Caelan's surge of relief so powerful it nearly knocked me sideways. Then he was there, emerging from the pack house at a run despite his Alpha dignity, covering the distance between us in seconds.We collided more than embraced. His arms wrapped around me with desperate strength, pulling me against his chest like he could physically prevent me from ever leaving again. Our bond is no longer stretched thin; rather, it is snapping back to full strength with almost painful intensity. Through our bond, I