บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA’S UNWANTED MATE : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

MACE The words hit harder than I expected.My slave.Michael’s voice still lingered in the air long after he’d spoken it. Every muscle in my body went taut, my jaw clenching so hard I could feel the pulse in it. The wolf inside me pushed, snarling, demanding to be let out — to end this before it began.I forced a breath through my nose, steady and controlled, and stepped back inside. By the time I made it to the stairs, Jackie was already leading them toward the foyer.The house felt heavier somehow, like the walls themselves knew something ugly was about to unfold.When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Michael turned, that smug grin plastered on his face like he owned the ground he was standing on. “Alpha Mace,” he greeted, his voice smooth and familiar — too familiar. “You look good for someone who’s been hiding my property.”Jackie froze beside him, her eyes darting toward me, silently asking whether to intervene. I gave her a slight shake of my head.“I wasn’t aware you’d misp

JANAYAH The air didn’t move.No one breathed.Alpha Michael’s words hung in the room like a thick, poisonous fog, and for a heartbeat I felt like I was back in Dark Valley—small, shaking, waiting for someone to drag me by my hair for breathing too loudly.But then…I felt it.Mace’s rage.It didn’t erupt—not yet. But it coiled in the air around him, tightening like a storm refusing to be ignored. His scent, normally deep and grounding, sharpened into something colder. His whole body went so still it was terrifying.I didn’t dare look at him.I didn’t dare look anywhere except at my own hands gripping the edge of my dress under the table.My wolf whispered, “Breathe, Jaynayah. He can’t touch you here. Mace won’t allow it.”But Alpha Michael’s eyes were still on me.Watching.Studying.Claiming.I felt stripped bare under that stare. Exposed in a way I thought I’d left behind. A shiver rolled over my spine before I could stop it.Alpha Mace finally spoke, his voice low enough to make so

MACE I stormed out of my room without another look at her.Leaving her there—still in her wolf, curled into the corner like she was trying to hide her very skin—twisted something painful in my chest. But I forced myself away. If I stayed, I’d rip down every wall between us, and she wasn’t ready for that.My steps thundered down the staircase. Every inhale burned. Every exhale felt like smoke.I headed straight for Michael’s guestroom.Didn’t knock.Didn’t slow.Just burst in, door cracking loud against the wall.Michael was standing at the window, hands in his pants pockets like he owned the place. He turned slowly, one brow lifting.“Even though this is your house,” he said, voice cool, “don’t you have manners to knock?”I ignored the jab. “Where is your omega?”His eyes narrowed slightly. “What do you want my omega for?”I took a step forward. “Where. Is. She.”Michael shrugged lightly. “She’s obviously in this house.”That answer wasn’t enough—but I refused to waste another second

JANAYAH Darkness churned behind my eyelids.Not sleep.Not awake.Somewhere… between.Blurry shapes floated in and out—shadows bending, stretching, dissolving before I could understand them.Colours bled like water.Faces shifted.Voices warped, muffled like they were trapped underwater.Then everything snapped into focus—And I was back in Bloodmoon Pack.Back in hell.The omega stood inches from me, her smile sharp, vicious, familiar.Her hand cracked across my face—SLAP.“Did you think you were hiding?” she hissed, circling me like prey.“I promised I’d find you.”Her grin widened, showing teeth.“And this time… I’m going to kill you.”“No—” My throat burned, but the voice wasn’t leaving me.Her bones cracked, twisted, snapped—And her wolf burst out, snarling, jaws dripping.She lunged—Straight for my throat.I screamed—And jolted awake.My heart slammed so hard against my ribs it hurt, my breath hitching like I’d run miles. Sweat clung to my skin, my entire body trembling.An

JANAYAH It felt like the room tilted.Like the floor dropped.My pulse stumbled so hard it hurt.Unwanted.The word hit like claws scraping down my chest—cold, sharp, deep.But he didn’t look away.Didn’t soften it.Didn’t try to take it back.Because it was the truth.Raw.Ugly.And his.I sucked in a shaky breath, my fingers trembling in my lap.My ears were still ringing from the sound of his voice — the single, ugly, honest word that had settled between us like hot coals.Unwanted.It tasted like metal in my mouth.I stared at him, trying to read the expression on his face the way you might study a map for a place you don’t know. His chest rose and fell steadily; his hands were fisted at his knees, knuckles white. I could see muscles working along his jaw, like he was holding a storm behind it.“I—” My voice felt too small. “You said I was yours, and then—then you said unwanted. Which is it? Which am I?”He gave a short, almost bitter laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “Both,” he