All Chapters of Dear Mate, You’re Mine!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Trent's POV The air was thick with the scent of meat, fire, and Mead. The feast had started before the sun fully rose. In fact, it had started as soon as I fled back to full Moon Pack with Rio. The moment the fifth rogue had escaped, heading towards Astra. I knew she was doomed and I turned around just before the properly sealed the Chambers and with the help of our earlier aide, we escaped unscathed and unseen. It was a moment of celebration, Astra was down. Her tenure was over. Laughter thundered through the gathering crowd, the bonfire burned flickering with joy, goblets clinked, and scents of roasted meat filled the air. It was a gathering mostly filled by men. The women were sleeping or watching over the pups and a few of them were also in this gathering. It didn't matter who was here, it wasn't strict or compulsory. It was just a little celebration gath

Astra's POV Deep in the underground archives, behind locked doors I had begun secret investigations and audits of Full Moon Pack's finances. Trent must be gloating thinking that he had successfully destroyed the archives the last time he and his rogues pulled a stunt. Unfortunately, the archive contained a copy. I had other copies stashed out in various underground archives like this one. One thing they would never understand was that I was always prepared, always. I had one target in mind. Just one. Arianna. I would find evidence and I would shatter Trent's world. My first step was the ledger. Row after rows of numbers, names, trade routes, rations delivered, wolves hired, hunt rights I spent hours going through every bit of it. It was 12+ hours already, Jerome was worried, he had walked into the

Trent's POV Nothing prepared me for that kind of betrayal. It pierced through the layers of my skin and stabbed into my chest. Every part of my body hurts, literally. It felt like I'd gone to war in those few minutes. I waited for her to walk away before I collapsed, falling onto my knees. Anguish spread like a wide fire inside of me, my heart began to grow cold. My wrists numbed and my legs grew heavy. Arianna. Her name tasted like grain now– sand, heavy to pronounce. A bitter pill even I could not swallow. This was the definition of living with a traitor. I was living with a traitor. I have seen the truth now. My eyes were widely awake and my eyes were clear. It was too late t

Trent's POV A silent growl left my throat. Hunger and chaos filled the air of the Full Moon Packs territory– My territory. It smelled like rot, a pack of rotten eggs. It was a stench nobody should ever associate with a wolf-pack. Yet here it was. I stood on the cliff, my eyes strained overlooking the land. My hands clenched by my side, my mouth was dry, and my cloak was smeared in dirt and my sweat. Sweat? It drenched me like water. I looked across the pack's domain. A pack that was once thriving was now a wasteland. Once breathing, it was now filled with silent, hungry warriors with hollow eyes. “We are dying.” The words echoed in my mind. I clenched my fists tightly, blood seeped out. I refuse to watch it happen. “Six days without a kill.” Head warrior, Rio, reported with a tone that attempted to mask fear

Trent's POV Our pale light had barely touched the ridge when the sound of distant footsteps echoed across the valley. Everybody stiffened. It was just a pair of footsteps but it could be anything, anyone, or anybody so as if on cue, everyone took a posture. Whatever it was we were prepared to fight it out. We might look frail and hungry but we would fight to the death instead. The footsteps drew closer, echoing across the dark valley. We waited, our spears and arrows drawn for battle. The footsteps came closer, from the mist, a lone figure appeared. Limping, dragging one boot, blood soaked through the hem of her cloak. The grip on my spear tightened. "Arianna." My voice was low and sharp, my expression thankfully covered by the dark had trac