All Chapters of STOLEN BY THE MATE I DIDN'T WANT: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Liora woke to the soft light of morning pushing through the curtains. Her body ached, but the pain was dull now, not sharp like before. The healers had done what they could, and though her strength was still slow to return, she was healing. Her hand rested over her stomach out of habit. The child was quiet today. It gave her peace.The air in her chamber was still, only the faint sound of the guards outside the door. The events of the last days played in her mind—Corvin’s arrest, the trial, the way her father’s hand had trembled as he struggled to speak from his bed.Everything felt heavy but finally calm. For once, no one was shouting, no one was accusing. Only silence.A knock came at the door.She turned her head, voice faint. “Come in.”Draven stepped inside.He looked tired. His hair was uncombed, his eyes shadowed from too many sleepless nights. The scar at the side of his neck had darkened, a reminder of the chaos they had lived through. He stopped a few steps from her bed, uns

Tonight, torches burned along the walls, musicians filled the great hall with steady rhythm, and the scent of roasted meat and honeyed wine drifted through the air. Alpha Tame had declared a feast — one to celebrate peace between the Moonfang and Duskbane packs, and the recovery of his daughter, Princess Liora.Gold banners hung from the high beams, and the long tables were set with plates of venison, bread, and fruits. Warriors from both kingdoms filled the seats, their voices loud with relief. The long months of fear and blood had ended, at least for now.At the high table sat Alpha Tame, still pale but stronger, his eyes full of quiet pride. On his right sat Liora, dressed in silver, her hair braided and crowned with small moonstones. On his left sat Draven, his black armor polished, his face calm but alert.Liora had insisted she was strong enough to attend. She looked radiant, though there was still faint exhaustion behind her smile. Draven’s hand rested on the table near hers, n

The mountains of Drukbane rose like dark walls against the morning sky. Mist covered the ground, and cold air carried the scent of snow and pine. As the convoy approached, the howl of wolves echoed through the cliffs.Draven rode in front, his cloak heavy with dew. Liora sat inside the carriage, her eyes fixed on the pale shapes of towers breaking through the fog. The fortress looked endless — stone, iron, and shadows. It was stronger than her father’s palace but colder too.When the gates opened, hundreds of wolves in human form stood waiting. They bowed as Draven entered, their heads low. The sound of armor and chains filled the courtyard.“Welcome home, Alpha,” one of the guards called.Draven nodded once. “It’s good to be back.” He turned toward the carriage. “Come,” he said softly.Liora stepped out, her cloak brushing the wet ground. The air here was heavier, filled with strange energy. As she looked around, every wolf in the courtyard bowed again — not just to Draven, but to he

Aric’s patience finally broke that morning. He had been watching Elder Marron for days — the way the man always avoided Draven’s gaze, how he lingered near the messengers, how his scent carried traces of something foreign. When Rage confirmed the same suspicion, they decided to act.Before dawn, Aric dragged Marron into the war chamber. The old wolf struggled, cursing and spitting, until Rage slammed him against the stone table.“You’ve been sending letters,” Rage said coldly. “To whom?”Marron’s lips tightened. “I serve the Alpha. Not his pets.”Rage growled and slammed his fist down beside the man’s head. “You serve me when I ask you a question.”Aric leaned close, his voice steady but sharp. “We tracked the messenger you paid with foreign silver. The same kind Corvin used. If you don’t speak, I’ll peel the truth out of your skin.”The threat hung heavy in the room. Marron’s eyes flickered — defiance giving way to fear.“They wanted information,” he finally hissed. “I gave them scra

Weeks passed slowly after the ritual.Liora regained her strength, though she moved carefully, her hand often resting on her growing belly. The healers checked on her daily, but it was her wolf that healed her most — steady, calm, and protective.Draven spent his mornings in the council chamber, setting new laws, hearing the voices of his people. He no longer ruled with distance or anger. Rage stood beside him always, advising, guiding, reminding him that an Alpha led not only with claws but with heart.The warriors respected him again. The people began to bow not from fear but respect. Still, some whispers about “the cursed Alpha” lingered, though fewer now.When the sun set, Draven would always return to Liora. She would wait on the balcony or in their chamber, reading or talking softly with Aric.Aric had taken an oath — her sworn guardian, loyal only to her safety. His bond to her was one of trust, not magic. He followed her silently when she walked the fortress grounds and stood