All Chapters of The Alpha Banished Mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jason woke before the sun.A pale line of dawn touched the curtains, turning the ruined bedroom into a map of shadows—broken glass on the floor, overturned chair, claw marks on the wall. His head throbbed like someone had beaten him in his sleep. His chest felt tight, empty, restless.And Lena was curled against him.Her head rested on his shoulder, her arm across his stomach, her breath warm on his skin. The sheets were tangled everywhere, twisted around their legs like vines. The fake mark on her neck glowed faintly—too bright, too fresh, too proud. Dried blood speckled her collarbone.Jason stared at her for a long time.He should’ve felt satisfied. He should’ve felt right.Instead—There was an ache behind his ribs. Something hollow. Like a door in his mind was being blocked by invisible hands.His wolf was silent again.Not sleeping. Not resting.Silent.“Jason…?” Lena’s voice came small, soft, trembling. She blinked awake and immediately reached for his face. “You’re here. You’r

I woke before the sun.Not because of duty.Not because of nightmares.But because something inside my chest felt… wrong.A tightness. A dragging pull. Like a thread under my ribs was being tugged from far, far away.My wolf, Nyra, paced restlessly in my mind.Something is coming, she whispered, voice sharp with warning.I pushed myself up from the thin mattress. The room was cold. Frost coated the window. My breath fogged in the air. Normally I liked mornings—they were quiet, peaceful.But today the world felt too quiet.Like everything was holding its breath.I wrapped my shawl around my shoulders and stepped out of my small room. The Silver Claw packhouse was already waking. Warriors moved around the courtyard. Beta Rowan barked orders. The cooks clattered dishes in the kitchen.Normal noises.Normal morning.But nothing felt normal.The cold wind brushed my neck and I shivered so hard my teeth clicked. It wasn’t from weather. It was that thread inside me again—tightening.Pulling.

The afternoon sun hung weak and pale over the BloodFang territory when I finally dismissed the last warrior and shut my door.Silence filled my room. Heavy… too heavy.I was supposed to be happy about my ceremony with Lena but something in me wasn't excited even though I tried something just felt off about Lena , but she couldn't be lying could she??.I had known her my whole life , as the packs healer and never for once was Lena caught lying, or doing anything suspicious, she had always been truthful and transparent always helped and contributed greatly to the growth of pack, but even though she was lying could she had her reasons? .I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, staring at my hands like they were supposed to give me answers. Ever since the ceremony, there had been this strange pull in my chest—hollow, aching, like something important had been torn away. Something I should remember. Something I was meant to know.And every time I tried to think, a pair of silver ey

Aria's pov Something felt wrong.I felt it before anyone spoke.Before anyone looked at me.Before anyone dared to raise their voice.The pack house felt… quiet.Not peaceful.Not calm.Wrong.The halls were too still, like the walls were holding their breath. Wolves moved away when I passed. Their heads lowered—but not in respect. In fear. In doubt.I stopped in the middle of the corridor.My chest tightened.They don’t see me as Alpha, I thought.They see me as a problem.Jason’s face flashed in my mind.The way he looked at me like I was a stranger.The way he walked away.My hand clenched.I pushed the pain down and straightened my back.I was Alpha now.Whether they liked it or not.I turned sharply and called out, “Summon the council.”The words echoed.Minutes later, I stood alone in the council hall.The long table was scorched in places—burn marks left from the night my power first woke. No one had dared clean it.The doors opened one by one.They came in slowly.Not bowing

The silver flames did not burn.They stood around me like living light, tall and quiet, bending with the wind that did not touch the trees. The pack was silent behind me. No one spoke. No one moved.The Moon Goddess stood before me.She was not loud.She did not shine painfully.She did not shout or threaten.Yet the ground bowed under her feet.My heart beat slow and deep, like a drum calling something ancient inside me awake.I swallowed and lifted my chin.“Why have you come?” I asked.My voice did not shake.The Moon Goddess looked at me for a long moment. Her eyes were silver like the flames, but deeper. Older. Like she had seen the rise and fall of worlds and did not need to remember them anymore.“You summoned me,” she said.I frowned slightly. “I did not call your name.”She smiled faintly.“When a child cries, does she know the words she uses?” the Goddess asked. “Or does the mother still hear?”Her voice was s