All Chapters of A Dorm With My Alpha Mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sylvie's POV The world had a new flavor. Not the clean, cold taste of forest solitude, or the cloying, incense-tainted air of the keep’s gilded cage. This was the metallic tang of spilled energy, of shattered magic and seared stone. It clung to the back of my throat as I slipped from the hall’s chaos, a shadow disengaging from the greater shadow of ruin.The explosion had been a gift, wrapped in terror and silver light. In the screaming, panicked recoil, in the blinding aftermath, exits became irrelevant. Attention was a scarce resource, and for a few critical minutes, no one had any to spend on a ghost. Not even Kai, whose frantic hands had found me first. I had seen his face, the raw, animal fear in his eyes. Not for his pack, not for his mate bleeding on the stones. For me. The ghost. The receptacle of all his lost years and newfound guilt. His need was a heavier chain than any my father could have forged.I let him believe I was more hurt than I was. A shallow breath, a pained fl

Malrick's POVDerek finished listing the fallen, speaking their names without flourish Kroll, taken in chains. Layn, killed on the dais. Bren, cut down covering the retreat. Gren, vanished before the horn. A handful of others—less prominent but still part of the original force—were added in the same flat tone. Derek sat rewrapping his bruised knuckles, staring at the dust on the floorboards. “Kroll fought like three men,” he said quietly. “They only brought him down because he refused to leave Layn’s body…he stood over her until the end.”I considered the statement. “That was a tactical error, sentiment cost us two capable fighters instead of one.”Derek’s head came up sharply. His eyes held something raw. “He was our brother, Malrick. Not a number in your equation. He died for the cause… For you!.”“He died because the rebellion we built rested on incomplete premises,” I replied. “We aimed to break chains without fully understanding the mechanism that held them shut. We directed our

Kai's POV ---For the next hour I followed her instructions. We moved from wolf to wolf, changing dressings, offering water, and speaking quietly to the men who could still respond my hands feeling clumsy next to hers. Whenever my gaze drifted toward the archway that led to Sylvie, I forced it back to the work in front of me—to Aria.When the last bandage was tied, the wounded either slept or stared blankly ahead the hall grew quiet again, filled with the smells of sweat, blood, and faint antiseptic.Aria straightened and pressed a hand to her lower back sweat glistening on her temple the dark stain on her trousers had spread noticeably.“Your turn,” I said quietly.She met my eyes. “Supplies are low, I can wait.”“No.” I spoke more firmly than I intended, then softened my tone. “Please, Aria”I gathered a clean cloth and a bowl of lukewarm water. I carried them to a quiet corner, away from the blood and the eyes of others, and pulled a stool close. She stood still for a long moment

Malrick’s POVThe parapet stone felt cold and rough under my palms. My watch lasted until dawn, a duty my aging body still handled without complaint. The night had grown unnaturally quiet. No wind stirred the trees, no distant howls answered the moon. Below in the courtyard, faint noises drifted up: the scrape of stone being shifted, the solid thud of timber being stacked. Kai and the others were working hard. The boy was learning at last—not only how to claim the title of Alpha, but how to lead living wolves instead of mourning the dead.My eyes, still keen after all these years, caught the first sign of movement. A shadow detached from the main hall doorway, darker and more deliberate than the rest. It glided toward the cellar tunnel we used for scavenging runs. The figure carried a pack, shoulders set in a stubborn line. I recognized her immediately.Sylvie.She moved with the quiet purpose of someone who had already made her decision. Kai must have seen her leave; I had watched hi

Aria’s POVI was sorting the last bundle of yarrow when a murmur spread through the infirmary. It was not the usual groan of pain or restless shifting. This was sharper, a ripple of surprise that made several heads turn. I looked up from the mortar, fingers still green with crushed leaves.Sylvie stood in the center aisle beside Malrick. Kai faced them both, speaking in a low, firm voice. She no longer held the tense, ready to run posture I remembered, nor the vacant slump she had shown on the cot days earlier. Now she stood straight and attentive, like a scout waiting for assignment.My breath caught, I had heard her leave the night before. Her absence had left a strange mix of relief and regret in my chest. A clean break, I had told myself. Her return felt far more complicated.Kai’s words carried clearly despite the quiet tone. “We are forming a counter-scouting unit. Sylvie and Malrick will lead it. Their reports will go directly to me. No exceptions.”Malrick gave a curt nod. “U