All Chapters of Dear Mate, You’re Mine!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Trent's POVRio stared at me, he really stared at me... twenty seconds, forty five, sixty..."You are right about one thing," He finally said, "You are not Alpha, not anymore." My lips twitched, then he placed his hands on my shoulders. Silent respect."I came here tonight, only to pay my last respect and to see you again, for the last time. Full Moon Pack cannot help you in your venturless adventure." He spat. "You are the reason we've lost most of our men, all our able bodied men."He was right. And that made me want to hide my face but I stood there face straight."Maybe it's time to give up on this fantasy and face your reality. We've paid our dues to you and this is my– our final homage to you. I hope you get what you are looking for. Have a good life, Trent."And with that, he walked away with his guards. The sight of those young men was a reminder of what we'd lost, what I'd cost Full Moon and so even though I was irritated and angry with the way he spoke to me, I didn't move a

Trent's POVIn weeks, The Forge, once miserable, hungry, broken now stood strong. With determination, grit, and intensity. We weren't a pack... not yet but we were a shadow force. A force!Eighteen of us. We were small no doubt but have you heard of small but mighty? This team represented just that.Amongst us we'd come up with hunters patrolling our little camp and sometimes the outer boundary. It was a form of training too, for sharp eyes. We'd learnt communications using dead codes and we practiced it every day but including it in our regular life.I didn't see all these results coming but hell was I glad.One night, when the moon was thick with clouds, we decided to put all of our training to the test.That night, we crouched behind a tree. Forty paces from the crude wooden storehouse that held supplies. Eighteen spears and blades, a few flint and a few rusted but we didn't care. This night was also a drill. We had trained for this night.At least, we had been training for nights

Trent's POVThe message reached my ear in the dead of the night.I was a man with a burden and so sleep was far away from my eyes most nights.I sat at the entrance of our makeshift cave, my heart was in turmoil such that I couldn't sleep. My thoughts wandered and my mind tripped over.Then one of the rogues joined me. Ezekiel was a burly man with wide eyes. Eyes that had seen wars, eyes that had witnessed destruction. The burly man stood behind me, I could feel his presence even without seeing him.“Trouble sleeping?” I asked him.He sighed and sat at the foot of the cave, next to me. “No. Not really.”I nodded and didn't say anything just looked ahead, the moon was leaking out from under the clouds. The entire place was lit a bit, just a bit.“Trouble on your mind?” He asked instead.I shrugged, ‘There is always trouble on my mind. It's the life I have chosen.”He hummed.“I received some news. The wind has a way of carrying its news.” He spoke.“Hmm. And this news has something to

Astra's POVLater that night, back at the palace. I walked the perimeter of the palace myself.Yes, my work hadn't finished. I'd patrolled the city but I couldn't forget my own place, my home. I trusted my guards and I knew they were always on alert. I was also aware that they had a rotation amongst them which made their work even easier for them.But tonight, I needed to do this myself. For my peace. For my mind.So as soon as we made it back to the palace, I briefly entered inside for a glass of water and I was out again, hands crossed at the back, eyes straight ahead as I made it from one perimeter to another.The guards stood in an array formation, saluting me as I passed. My lips twitched and I dismissed them, most of them.As they dispersed, I took my feet out of the slippers and allowed my bare feet to touch the smooth stones of the palace ground. The coldness seeped under my feet and I exhaled smoothly.This was a ritual at this point. and I'd only begun it after chaos started

Astra's POVI couldn't be sure if it was a reassignment though but I stood there, behind the purple flower that I wasn't sure what its name was and watched.Now I was grateful to Jerome for making sure we masked our scent before heading out. The west borders had even more patrol than the others, it was the central of the capital.We watched the guards strolling. For most of the part they were quiet, simply standing and strolling with their noses turned up and active. I smiled a little, I'd done a good job with this selection.We moved, creeping slowly through the flowers and small bushes as quietly as we could until we made it to the west wall, the part that led to the supply corridor.I pressed myself into a stone pillar that stood before the narrow crevice that opened up to the supply corridor.Then I waited, I wasn't sure who Silva was but if I trusted my instinct enough, then he'd be somewhere around here.I waited, we waited. Jerome's face was set in stone and I knew he was also