All Chapters of Dear Mate, You’re Mine!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Astra's POV The night was still. Cold winds brushed against the windows. I tossed and turned in my sleep, my breath uneven. My wolf stirred with me, unsettled, but not from danger. From memory. And soon, the dream took me. The conference Hall of the Full Moon Pack was alive with voices. Light cast ling shadows on the stone walls. Elders spoke in hushed tones, warriors stood in waiting and at the far end atop The elevated platform, stood Trent,Tall commanding… and cold. I was standing beside him, or at least I was supposed to. But his attention was already pulled elsewhere. Arianna had just walked in– she was the recognized beta of the pack, as much as that bit my insides. Sharp-eyed, graceful, witty, cunning and a bit if woman energy. She was dressed in a sle

Astra's POV  My feet found its way into the pack lands, I was subconsciously doing a parade making sure my pack members were safe and even though I knew Trent and his starving warriors could do nothing, I wanted to be active and alert. I hated surprises. As I moved across, the houses, I could see them huddling, whispering nervously. At first, it surprised me. Was I that scary? But then I began to hear them whisper. Many of them still whispered about the earlier purge of traitors and the brutal execution that followed them. I twitched my lips, yet tonight, they looked to me for protection and justice. I could see it in their stances, nervous greetings, bows and waves. I didn't move a bone, they wouldn't respect me if I didn't do what I did so I didn't feel sorry for any of them. A child ran out and knocked into me, he looked up at me, eyes filled with tears, his lips

Arianna's POV My irritation boiled into anger. How dare he question my loyalty? I was his Beta– his confidant, his right hand man. Yet here he stood, suspecting me like a stranger. The betrayal and audacity stung deeper than my own actions. “You think I'm your enemy?” I spat. “After all I've done for you?” “All you've done for me?” He growled, dangerously. “Arianna. What have you done for me?” He questioned, his nose flaring up. My facade almost cracked but I kept a very straight face, “You can't say that to my face.” was my weak comeback. He stepped closer, his voice low, and a growl, “Maybe you've done more damage than you realize.” My heart pounded in my chest. What was he talking about? Was this still about the rumors? The tension snapped like a thin stretch

Trent's POV The truth shattered me, its bluntness driving a wedge through my heart. I was done for. I was truly done for. I looked over, the moon was beginning to hide, it had hid almost half of its body. Yet it cast its mocking glow over the bloodied battlefield that lay just beyond the cattle's borders. I watched more and more of my warriors– once fierce and proud, drop. Fall and lay fallen. The ambush had been perfectly Crafters and expertly set, and so ruthlessly executed that even with all our plans we had not seen that coming. My chest heaved with ragged breath, my mind was a turbulent storm of disbelief and fury. This was supposed to be my victory– our victory. Yet instead we were the victims. We were the ones killed. The plan I had forged with Ariann

Astra's POV I stood over Trent. Over the battlefield. Over the bloodshed. Over the capital and raised my voice for all to hear. The sound of my voice echoing across the stunned remnants of his pack. “By the power vested in me by the Council of Packs and the blood oath of our ancestors, I, Queen Astra, Leader of the packs, strip you, Trent of Full Moon Pack, of your title and all lands you have ruled. You, who betrayed your mate and your people, shall wander these lands as a shadow of your former self, a wolf without pack, without honor.” Trent blacked out, I could see the way his mind reeled as the words sunk in, each one a hammer to his pride. His pride. Yes, that was my target.Trent had the pride of a mother eagle and that was something I wanted to crush and I was doing ju