Semua Bab The Alpha’s Unbroken Mate: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The packhouse did not sleep. Even as night gave way to gray morning, lanterns still burned in the corridors and wolves patrolled with sharp eyes. Whispers filled the halls, quiet and urgent, passing from ear to ear. An intruder had breached the Alpha’s home. No one felt safe.Serena sat by the window of her room, arms wrapped tight around her knees. She had not closed her eyes since the intruder’s words echoed through her bones. You are the key. No matter how she tried to push them away, they coiled back around her mind.The door creaked open. Lucian entered without knocking, shoulders stiff, exhaustion etched into his face. His shirt was torn at the collar, a smear of blood dried along his forearm. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, as if holding the weight of the whole pack.“You should rest,” Serena said softly.His eyes lifted to hers, sharp but softened by weariness. “So should you.”She managed a weak sm

The fire burned for hours, eating through the trees like a living beast. Even when the pack finally pushed it back with water barrels and wet hides, the smoke lingered, heavy and bitter, clinging to skin and fur. Wolves moved like shadows across the ash, dragging the injured toward the infirmary, whispering in low, shaken voices.But the mark on the ground didn’t fade.I stood over it long after the battle had ended, my boots blackened by soot. The symbol pulsed faintly, like embers refusing to die. A circle cut into the earth, jagged, broken, as if someone had drawn it with fire instead of ink. Every time I tried to look away, my gaze snapped back to it.Lucian stayed close, his silver hair damp with sweat, blood drying on his arms. He’d sent the rest of the pack away, ordered them to give us space. His voice was rough when he finally spoke.“Don’t touch it.”“I wasn’t going to,” I said, though my fingers itched to trace the edges. The w

The forest hadn’t been quiet since the blood oath. Even when the wolves rested, even when the fires died down, there was a weight pressing on the trees, as though the night itself had been listening and learning.I tried to ignore it, but each time I closed my eyes I heard the same whisper.The path is open.Lucian pretended not to notice how my hands shook when I touched the mark on my palm. He never mentioned the way I startled at sudden sounds, or how I lingered near the windows at night as if waiting for something to crawl out of the dark. But he noticed. He always noticed.That morning, he found me at the edge of the river, staring at my reflection.“You’re pale,” he said quietly.I didn’t look at him. “Maybe the bond is draining me. Or maybe the whispers are right. Maybe I am the doorway.”Lucian’s shadow fell over mine, taller, steadier. “You are not a doorway. You are flesh, blood, breath. Mine.”I almos

Smoke still clung to the trees.The battlefield smelled of charred fur and ash, the bitter stench so thick it coated my throat. The fires had died down, but their glow lingered, etched into the soil like scars. Wolves limped through the wreckage, carrying the wounded. Some didn’t move at all.I sat against a splintered log, my body trembling. My palm still burned where the mark pulsed faintly, as if it had a heartbeat of its own. No matter how tightly I closed my fist, I couldn’t quiet it.Lucian stood in the middle of the clearing, blood running down his arms, his chest heaving with fury and exhaustion. His wolf shimmered beneath his skin, wanting to tear free again, but he held himself together by sheer will. His eyes swept the survivors, counting, calculating, mourning.“Six gone,” one scout whispered. “More wounded. Too many.”Silence fell heavy. Every face turned toward me.I felt it the suspicion, the fear. They’d seen what I ha

The council chamber lingered in my chest long after we left it. Their stares. Their whispered doubts. Mirek’s voice still cutting like a blade What kind of mate risks us all?Lucian had walked me out with his hand firm on mine, a shield as much as a comfort. But I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. For every wolf that bowed their head in respect, two more looked at me as if I carried plague in my veins.I tried not to let it swallow me. I tried to focus on his warmth, on the steady weight of his presence beside me. But in the quiet of my own thoughts, I heard the echo again.You are mine.I gripped my palm, pressing hard until the mark stung.That night, the fortress seemed too still. The fires burned low, the wolves had settled into uneasy rest, but sleep refused to find me. I paced the narrow length of my chamber, the walls pressing closer with every step.Finally, I wrapped myself in a cloak and slipped out, down the silent halls, past guards who nodded without questi