All Chapters of Alpha's Desire: The Hidden Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The day felt exhausting. Zaria had lost count of how many times she had sighed since that morning. Everything felt heavy, quiet and empty without Damian around. There was no deep baritone voice to soothe her. No gentle gaze that she secretly admired. No Damian, whose mere presence could make her world feel lighter.Zaria could no longer deny anything. She missed him in a way that made her chest feel strange and uncomfortable every time she tried to ignore it.Zaria had tried to carry on with her usual activities. She opened several thick textbooks to catch up on her reading for class. But not a single word entered her head. Her eyes moved along the lines, but her mind was empty. Only Damian’s name echoed in her thoughts, never truly fading.There was no comfort and no distraction. Even the university library, usually Zaria’s favourite refuge—warm, quiet and calming—failed to serve its purpose today.Zaria simply sat in front of a c

Damian opened his eyes with a growl and stared at the grey ceiling of his room. The night had passed, yet his body and mind still refused to sleep. He did not feel tired; rather, his entire head was flooded with an unrest that would not fade—more precisely, it was his wolf spirit that felt that way.Whenever Damian closed his eyes, Zaria’s face appeared unrelentingly—those eyes, that voice, and the faint memories that had been haunting him more frequently of late. The harder he tried to push the thoughts away, the stronger their grip became.Damian sat up slowly. His breaths were long and heavy. He forced himself to remain sane, even though his instincts were rattling like chains on the verge of snapping.After a moment, Damian rubbed his face, holding back a frustrated click of his tongue, but it still escaped between his teeth. He gave up.Not long after, Damian stood before the mirror. Beside him, Margaret was busy straightening the c

You shouldn't have done that, Damian.The words echoed endlessly in his head, pounding in like a sledgehammer, as if someone was deliberately replaying them from the deepest corner of his consciousness. Damian closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady his breathing, but it was no use. His chest felt heavy. His head throbbed with tension.It was hard to believe that someone like Damian—who had always been synonymous with control, firmness and strict boundaries—had done something he absolutely should not have done. At a time when rumours were spreading throughout the pack, disturbing the palace’s peace and causing anxiety, he had only added fuel to the fire. Instead of soothing or neutralising the unrest, he had ignited it with his own actions.Damian scrubbed his face harshly. His palms felt cold, contradicting the heat that had been rushing through his veins ever since that day—ever since he had allowed his wild instincts to

Damian stood frozen to the spot beside his desk. His breaths were heavy, scraping away at the resolve he had tried to maintain earlier with each exhale. His face dipped slightly. He did not look at the door that Zaria had just closed. He didn’t dare. His heart was broken enough without remembering how Zaria’s eyes had crumbled.Damian scrubbed his face roughly, then bowed his head even lower. His shoulders slumped and the room suddenly felt too small. He was an alpha, someone who should have been the strongest in the pack, yet he felt utterly powerless now. He could face complaints from the council, endure pressure from the elders and take on the role of leader without complaint, yet he couldn’t bear to see Zaria’s eyes wounded by his own words. It made his chest feel as if it were being squeezed brutally.In truth, Damian didn’t just feel guilty or conflicted; something was creeping—screaming—from the deepest pit of his heart,

Jonas yawned as he closed the car door and looked at the campus courtyard, which was filling up with students arriving for their afternoon classes. At that moment, the sun was directly overhead, casting long shadows from the faculty buildings onto the ground. He lifted his backpack onto one shoulder and headed into the administration building.Today, Jonas's plan was simple. He wanted to take care of his thesis paperwork and ensure that all the required documents were correct. Then he might look for Zaria. That was, of course, if everything went smoothly.However, as soon as he entered the administrative office, Jonas’s view was immediately greeted by a winding line of final-year students waiting for their turn. Jonas let out a small sigh. “This is going to take a while,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.After waiting for almost twenty minutes, Jonas finally finished. After receiving the verification stamp on his documents, he stepped forward and headed for the door. But