All Chapters of The Alpha Banished Mate : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ARIA — POV For a second… I forgot how to breathe. Jason was here. Not the cold monster from before. Not the wild creature whose eyes had scared me in the forest. This Jason… felt different. Alive. Present. Human. My heart slammed hard against my ribs. I didn’t even realize my feet were moving until I was already running. Past the soldiers. Past the broken doors. Past everything that was supposed to scare me. All I saw was him. “Jason!” My voice cracked as I threw myself forward. And then— I crashed into his chest. Hard. For one terrifying second, I was scared he might push me away. But he didn’t. His arms came around me slowly… carefully… like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to hold me. Then they tightened. Warm. Strong. Real. My face pressed against his chest as his familiar scent wrapped around me, and something inside me finally loosened. I didn’t realize how scared I had been… Until now. “You’re okay…” I whispered, my fingers gripping the front of his s

For a long time… nobody spoke. The throne room felt too big. Too quiet. Too heavy. My question still hung in the air like something sharp. “…What happened to mum?” My father didn’t answer immediately. He leaned back slowly in his throne, fingers tapping lightly against the dark armrest. His face looked calm — too calm — like he had been waiting for this moment for years. My chest tightened. I hated that calm. I hated how nothing about him looked guilty. Finally, he exhaled slowly. “Your mother,” he began quietly, “was a good woman.” The words hit me harder than I expected. My throat tightened. Images flashed through my mind without permission. Her soft smile. Her warm hands brushing my hair. The way she used to hum when she thought nobody was listening. My fingers curled slowly into fists. My father continued. “But everything that happened… was to protect you, Aria.” My head snapped up. Protect me? The words echoed in my ears like something wrong. Cold spread

ARIA — POV The silence after my father’s words did not feel calm. It felt heavy. Like the air itself was waiting. Waiting for something to break. I stood where I was, arms stiff at my sides, heart still beating too fast in my chest. Jason was close enough that I could feel the heat from his body beside me. Donald remained near the door, watching everything like this was some kind of show. And my father… He looked too calm. Too sure. I hated that. Slowly, he moved away from the center of the throne room and walked toward the long table near the tall windows. The candles along the walls flickered softly, throwing shadows across the stone floor. Outside the high windows, the sky was already turning darker, the clouds thick and heavy. Storm coming. It matched the storm inside me. My father stopped and turned to face me fully. “Aria,” he began, his voice measured, steady. I didn’t answer. I just watched him. Waiting. My guard fully up. His eyes softened just a little, an

“…fine. Why do you want me to do?” The words had barely left my mouth when the room shifted. Not physically. But the air. It felt heavier now. Like something serious had just begun. My father watched me for a long moment. His eyes were calm, but there was something else under it. Something sharp. Something that made my stomach twist. Then he finally spoke. “Fine,” he said slowly. “First of all, your training will start immediately.” My brows pulled together at once. Training? I straightened a little without meaning to. My father continued like this was the most normal thing in the world. “From tomorrow, Donald will start training you.” For a second… Just one second… I thought I heard wrong. Then the meaning hit me fully. And my entire body went stiff. “…you mean Donald will start training me?” I repeated slowly. My voice had gone flat. Dangerously flat. Donald, who had been leaning casually against one of the pillars, lifted his head slightly. His eyes met mine,

“Follow me.” Donald’s voice cut through the thick silence of the throne room. I didn’t like how calm he sounded. Not after everything. Not after the way he had taken my powers like it was nothing. My fingers twitched slightly at my sides, but I forced myself to stay still. Jason was still beside me, solid and warm, his presence the only thing keeping the tight knot in my chest from getting worse. Donald turned without waiting for us and started walking toward the tall doors at the side of the throne room. For a moment, no one moved. Then Jason leaned slightly toward me. “Stay close,” he murmured. My heart did a small, stupid flip. I nodded once. “I wasn’t planning to wander off,” I whispered back. His lips twitched just a little. Then we followed. The doors opened with a deep, slow creak that echoed through the massive room. And the moment we stepped out… I realized just how big this castle really was. The hallway beyond the throne room stretche