All Chapters of Dear Mate, You’re Mine!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Astra's POV Trent’s voice cracked as he snarled, “I am no one’s pawn.” My eyes gleamed with some level of satisfaction. One that was dark and slimy– dark satisfaction. “You’re nothing now, Trent. Just a broken wolf, howling at a world that has left you behind.” “I curse you!” “Unfortunately, Alpha. It sure doesn't work that way, or I'd cursed you more than a billion times now,” I told him pursing my lips,”But you can call this hour retribution. For your sins.” “You humiliated me– Celine. Time and Time again, and she was foolish enough to keep going back, to keep groveling at your feet.” I sneered. “She disgust me as I speak to you but

Trent's POV My arms slacked and my head lolled. I was tired, too tired to keep fighting. My world had blurred around me. Astra's soldiers held me down. Their arms tightly bound mine, twisting it behind me. The bitter sting of the cold harsh wind stinged my open wounds causing me to wince silently. My shoulders ached with each tug, my knees scraped along the grasses and broken bushes as they warriors pulled without care, fingers dug into my sides– clawing and drawing blood. But none of that pain matched the fire burning in my chest. The pain was not from the bruises. Not the bruises. Not the scraping. Not the blood. Not even the ache in my ribs as the guards kicked me for struggling. No, none of that. My mind spun, bitterness rose like

Trent's POV The forest was still– too still as I trudged ahead, walking with no destination. My sides still hurt, the dried blood felt like a heavy crust, my breath was uneven yet I dragged myself, taking one step that felt as heavy as iron weights. The air was cold. The winter cold was biting, sinking into my skin but I barely felt any of it. My body was numb already from the cold, from the blood loss and even more from exhaustion, from the weight of everything that has happened in the last couple of hours. Suddenly, a crack of a twig. My head snapped, my muscles stiffened. What was that? I felt too tired to care… actually I was too tired to care so instead, I let my gaze drift toward the area where the sound came from, my eyes

Astra's POV I looked out the window. Was it all worth it? The air was quiet, the air around me was and I appreciated it. It was finally time to get my mind in one place and think. And if there was one question that was on my mind, it was; was it all worth it? I would ask Arianna that question and Trent too but most especially me. Was it all worth it? I wasn't sure but would I do it again? Probably. Yes, probably. No, it wasn't the wars I enjoyed. For what it's worth. I've never understood why these people, Trent's people, needed the war. Why? War was never really a nice thing and one sure incident would be the death of many including your best person. With Full Moon Pack, I could say

Astra's POV My fingers tapped the edge of the table as I looked ahead in thought. There was so much to do but not how to do it. I rose standing at the head of the table, my eyes flew down to the tons of papers, scrolls, documents and ink sprawled on my desk. Including the maps. My gaze swept across the map, my eyes lingering on the marked territories. They belonged to Trent. The Clerk land, the bronze northern farmland. The stone valleys. They were all of Trent's territories. Frankly, I was wondering how he managed this land. And successfully, he had really made good use of the farmland until the famine struck. There were telltale signs of his handiwork and I must confess that Trent might have been a terrible person and alpha bit he was resourceful. He had ma