All Chapters of THE ALPHA’S UNWANTED MATE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JANAYAH I stayed there longer than I realized. Time blurred into the soft crackle of candle wicks and the steady, fragile sound of Chris breathing. Every rise of his chest felt like a small mercy granted — one I hadn’t known I was capable of earning. My wolf stirred quietly inside me, not restless this time. Watchful. Protective. You did well, she murmured, her voice gentler than I’d ever heard it. I didn’t answer. If I spoke, I was afraid the tight knot in my throat would break loose. Cassandra moved around the room with practiced calm, grinding herbs, whispering under her breath, occasionally pressing two fingers to Chris’s neck or wrist. She didn’t rush. Didn’t panic. She worked like someone who trusted her own hands. Finally, she straightened and turned to me fully. “You shouldn’t have been able to do that,” she said. My fingers tightened around the hem of my borrowed shirt. “I know.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, not in suspicion — in curiosity. “That place you pulled h

MACE The room felt too small all of a sudden.Too tight.Too close.I looked at Cassandra, searching her face for even a hint of doubt—some sign that she might take it back, soften it, tell me she was wrong.She didn’t.Then I looked at Jaynayah.She stood there like the ground had shifted beneath her feet and she was still trying to find her balance. Small. Too small for the weight Cassandra had just dropped on her shoulders. Her hands were clenched at her sides, knuckles pale, eyes bright with fear she was trying—and failing—to hide.A growl stirred low in my chest.“I don’t like this,” I said flatly.Cassandra arched a brow. “You don’t have to like it. You just have to accept it.”“I don’t accept putting her in danger.” My voice sharpened despite my effort to keep it steady. “She’s already been through enough.”Jaynayah flinched at that. Not because I was angry—but because she recognized the truth in it.Cassandra exhaled slowly. “Alpha, danger already found her. Whether you move

MACEI moved through the house like a man possessed. The silence where Michael’s pack used to be should have been a relief, but instead, it felt like the calm before a catastrophic storm. They were gone, but the stain of their presence—and the threat Michael had issued at breakfast—lingered in the air."How soon can the jet be ready?" I demanded, striding down the main corridor, Cassandra struggling to keep up with my pace."An hour. Maybe less if I call in a favor with the pilot," she replied, breathless, clutching her satchel tight. "But Mace, the passport—""Jackie is handling it. If she has to bribe every official in the state, she'll have it within the hour."My skin still felt too tight, the phantom sensation of that alien fire licking at my nerves. Every shadow in the hallway seemed to stretch, to twist into the shape of gnarled roots. I was losing my grip on reality, and I knew it. The vision of that burning gate and the voice saying She is coming replayed on a loop in my skul

JANAYAH The cabin of the jet smelled like expensive leather and something sharp, like antiseptic. It was colder here than outside, or maybe that was just the chill radiating from my own bones.Mace didn't just guide me to a seat; he planted me in one, a plush, cream-colored armchair that felt too luxurious for someone like me. I felt dirty sitting in it, like I was going to smudge the pristine fabric with the grime of my past life.He hovered over me, his sheer size filling the cramped space of the aisle. His hands, large and warm and currently terrifying, fumbled with the intricate buckle of the safety harness across my lap. His knuckles brushed my thighs, a clumsy, hurried intimacy that made my skin crawl with fresh panic.Every touch felt like a betrayal now....Even him...The voice’s threat echoed in the silence of my skull. I stared at the top of Mace's head as he bent over me, concentrating on the buckle. He was so close I could see the individual dark stubble on his jaw, the

JAYNAYAHI was a prisoner in my own skin.My body was no longer mine; it was a vessel overflowing with a cold, viscous rage that felt older than the mountains outside. I could see, I could hear, but I was shoved into the furthest corner of my mind, watching horrified through eye sockets that felt like frozen tunnels.The roaring in my ears wasn't just the fire; it was the cacophony of a thousand wronged souls screaming for retribution. They hated him. Oh goddess, the sheer volume of their hatred for Mace was a physical weight crushing my lungs."No," I tried to scream, but the word died in my throat, swallowed by the rising tide of their fury.Instead, my arm—my weak, trembling arm—raised of its own accord, pointing a rigid finger at the man writhing on the floor....The blood of the oppressor... the voices hissed through my lips, a sound that grated like steel wool against bone. ...It calls for the fire.Mace was dying right in front of me.The Alpha who had shrugged off bullets and