All Chapters of The Alpha Banished Mate : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The moment his red eyes locked on mine… My body moved before my mind did. I turned and ran. Fast. The garden blurred around me as my feet pounded against the soft ground. My heart was beating so loud in my ears it almost drowned out everything else. What is this place?! Behind me— WHOOSH! Something sliced through the air. I ducked on instinct. The axe missed my head by inches. A cold chill ran down my spine. He was fast. Way too fast. I pushed myself harder, my legs burning as I ran deeper into the moonlit garden. The flowers brushed against my legs, the tall grass slowing me down. Bad. Very bad. I zig-zagged suddenly, my wolf instincts screaming inside me. Behind me— THUD! The axe struck the ground where I had been a second ago. Dirt and petals flew into the air. My breath came out shaky. He’s not playing… I didn’t dare look back at first. I just kept running. Left. Right. Forward. My feet slipped slightly on the soft earth, but I caught myself and kept

The night air felt cold against my skin. Too cold. I stood there at the edge of the graveyard, my feet half-frozen in the grass, my heart beating slowly but heavily inside my chest. Dad was already looking at me. His eyes were calm. Too calm. Like he had been waiting for me to come. I swallowed. “…Dad?” I called again, softer this time. He turned fully toward me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence between us felt thick. Heavy. Then he finally sighed and looked back at the grave in front of him. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked quietly. His voice was low. Tired. I hesitated before answering. “…I had a bad dream.” That was only half the truth. But I didn’t know why I suddenly didn’t want to tell him everything. He nodded slowly like he understood. Then he stepped slightly to the side. “Come here,” he said gently. My feet moved before my mind could argue. Slow steps. Careful steps. Until I stood beside him. And then— My breath caught. Because I finall

For a moment… I just lay there. Flat on my back. Dust in my nose. Pain in my spine. And Donald’s voice still echoing in my ears. “Is that all you got, weak girl?” Something inside me snapped. Not cracked. Not shook. Snapped. My fingers curled slowly into fists. My wolf surged forward hard in my chest. Hot. Angry. Wild. I pushed myself up slowly. Very slowly. Dust fell from my clothes as I stood. Donald didn’t move. He just watched me. Like he was waiting. Like he knew something was coming. My breathing was no longer calm. It came out sharp. Heavy. My head lifted. And that was when it happened. My vision burned. Heat rushed behind my eyes. And the world— Shifted. Donald’s calm face finally changed slightly. Just slightly. “…Good,” he murmured. Because he saw it. He saw my eyes. They were glowing. Red. Hot red. My wolf growled loudly inside me. Enough playing. I moved. FAST. This time— I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t think. I didn’t hold back.

The heavy wooden door of my father’s castle chamber closed behind us with a soft, final click. The sound felt like the world shutting out everything else—every betrayal, every chase, every night I thought I’d lost him forever. Moonlight poured through the tall arched windows, turning the silk sheets on the massive four-poster bed silver-white. Candles flickered in iron holders along the stone walls, casting warm golden pools that danced across Jason’s face as he turned to me. He looked different in this light. Not the broken, confused Alpha who walked away from me once. Not the man who had claimed someone else under false magic. This was my Jason—eyes clear, shoulders relaxed for the first time in months, jaw set with quiet certainty. He stepped closer. Not rushing. Just closing the distance until I could feel the heat coming off his body again. His hand lifted slowly, fingers brushing my cheek like I was made of glass. “Aria,” he whispered. My name in his mouth sounded like a pra

Jason carried me back from the window ledge like I weighed nothing. My legs were still shaking around his waist, thighs slick with us, body humming from the orgasms he’d ripped out of me against the cold stone. I thought we were heading back to the bed—thought maybe he’d let me rest for a second—but he didn’t. He walked past the four-poster bed and stopped in front of the huge stone fireplace. The fire was low now, just glowing red embers and small dancing flames. Warm orange light washed over us, painting his skin gold, making the sweat on his chest shine. The thick fur rug in front of the hearth looked soft, inviting… dangerous. He set me down gently on my feet. My knees wobbled. He steadied me with one hand on my hip while the other tilted my chin up. “On your knees,” he said. Voice low. Calm. But the command in it sent a fresh rush of heat between my legs. I sank down slowly—first one knee, then the other—onto the thick fur. It was warm from the fire, soft against my skin. T