All Chapters of The Alpha Banished Mate : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The room felt like it was breathing with us. The fire had died to soft red embers, barely giving light, but the moonlight through the tall windows was enough—silver and cold, spilling across the twisted silk sheets and our sweat-slick bodies. My skin felt too tight, too hot, every nerve ending raw from everything Jason had done to me already. My legs wouldn’t stop trembling. My voice was gone—nothing left but hoarse whispers and broken gasps. Between my thighs I was swollen, sensitive, dripping with him and me, but the ache inside me hadn’t gone quiet. It had only grown hungrier. Jason lay beside me for a moment—chest heaving, eyes dark and watchful. He looked like he was memorizing every inch of me again, like he still couldn’t believe I was real, here, his. Then he moved. Slow. Deliberate. He rolled over me—knees bracketing my hips, forearms braced on either side of my head. Caging me without crushing me. His body heat wrapped around me like a blanket. His cock—still hard, sti

The room had gone quiet except for our breathing. The fire was nothing but faint red glow now, barely enough to warm the air, but the moonlight through the tall windows was bright—silver and cold, washing over the bed like liquid light. My body felt like it belonged to someone else—limp, trembling, every muscle sore and heavy, skin flushed and sticky from hours of sweat and release. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking. My thighs were slick inside and out—his seed, my wetness, everything mixed together and leaking slowly onto the silk sheets. My clit throbbed with every heartbeat—too sensitive to touch, but still aching in that deep, needy way. My voice was completely gone—nothing left but faint, hoarse whimpers when I tried to speak. Jason lay beside me—chest rising and falling slow, eyes half-closed but still watching me like I was the only thing in the world. His hand rested on my hip—thumb stroking soft circles over the bruises he’d left earlier. His cock rested against my thigh—thick

ARIA — POV The field was quiet. Too quiet. Even the wind felt like it was holding its breath. I stood in the center of the training ground, my chest rising and falling slowly. The sun was higher now, but I still felt cold inside. Across from me, Donald rolled his shoulders like nothing in the world could touch him. Like yesterday meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. My fingers curled at my sides. Not today. Not again. Behind us, I could feel the eyes of the guards. My father was seated calmly, watching. And Jason… I didn’t need to turn to know he was there. I could feel him. Donald’s voice cut through the silence. “Well?” he said lazily. “Are you ready to fall again?” My jaw tightened. “I’m ready to fight.” That small smile came back to his face. Slow. Annoying. Confident. “We’ll see.” Then— He moved. Fast. So fast the air shifted. His fist came straight toward my face. I ducked just in time, feeling the wind of his strike brush past my cheek. My heart ju

“Mum!” My voice tore out of my throat— —and I woke up. My eyes snapped open. Red. Burning. The world around me looked… different. Too sharp. Too clear. Every sound hit my ears at once. The wind. The leaves. The slow breathing of the men watching from the edge of the field. And Donald. Standing a few steps away. Watching me. Waiting. My chest rose and fell heavily. Something inside me was not calm. Not soft. Not scared. It was… awake. Fully awake. My fingers slowly curled into fists. Heat rolled under my skin. Power. So much power it made my bones feel too tight. Donald tilted his head slightly. “Well,” he said slowly, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Look who finally decided to wake up.” His voice used to annoy me. Today— It made something dark move inside my chest. I slowly pushed myself up from the ground. My back hurt where the tree branch had hit me earlier. But the pain felt far away. Like it didn’t belong to me anymore. Donald’s eyes narro

ARIA POV Fine. The word tasted like ash in my mouth. For a second, nobody moved. Not Donald. Not the guards. Not even the wind. My chest was rising and falling too fast, too hard, like my body was still ready to fight even though my mind had already surrendered. My fingers were still curled into fists. Still shaking. Still hungry for more. I forced them to relax. Forced the power inside me to settle down. It did not like that. It clawed at my ribs. It burned under my skin. But I pushed it down anyway. Because this wasn’t about winning anymore. This was about surviving. “I said…” My voice came out hoarse. Rough. Like I had swallowed sand. “Fine. Leave him. I’ll do anything you ask.” For the first time since this nightmare began… My father smiled. Slow. Cold. Satisfied. “Good,” he said softly. That one word made my stomach twist. Something about the way he said it… Like he had been waiting. Like this was exactly what he wanted. A bad feeling crept up my spi