All Chapters of The Alpha Banished Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The night did not feel like night.The sky was dark, but the air was heavy, like the world was holding its breath.I stood on the wall of Silver Claw and looked out.They were everywhere.Torches burned like angry eyes in the distance. Rows and rows of wolves filled the land beyond our borders, their armor catching the firelight. Banners snapped in the wind, red symbols painted on black cloth.The Blood Moon Pack.They had come.My heart tightened, but my spine stayed straight.Behind me, my pack stood ready.Warriors lined the walls, weapons in hand. Some were shaking. Some were calm. Some were angry. I could smell fear and courage mixed together, thick in the air.They were ready to fight.Ready to die.And that was what broke something inside me.I closed my eyes for a moment.Then I saw him.Jason.He stood at the front of the army, tall and strong, dressed in black armor trimmed with red. His face was cold. His pos

The silence did not last long.The Blood Prophet lifted his hands slowly, like a man about to pray. The air around him began to move. Not wind. Not sound. Something heavier.Jason was still standing in front of me.Protecting me.But the Prophet smiled.“Alpha Jason,” he said softly, “do you know who stands behind you?”Jason did not answer.“Do you know what she truly is?”I felt a cold fear crawl into my chest.“Stop,” I said.The Blood Prophet ignored me.“She is not a savior,” he continued, his voice smooth like poison. “She is a curse wearing a crown.”He raised his hands higher.Symbols appeared again, brighter this time. Red and black shapes twisting in the air, like living things.Jason stiffened.Then he dropped to his knees.The sound of it hit me harder than any blow.“Jason!” I shouted.He screamed.Not a roar.Not a growl.A scream filled with pain.He grabbed his head, his fingers d

Jason stared at me for a long time.Not like an Alpha looking at an enemy.Not like a man looking at prey.He stared like someone trying to remember a dream after waking up.His red eyes slowly dimmed, turning darker, confused. His hands were shaking. His chest rose and fell hard, like breathing hurt him.“I don’t know who you are,” he finally said.His voice was low. Broken.“I don’t know if what you’re saying is true,” he continued. “But tell me this…”He looked straight at me.“Why can’t I hurt you?” he asked. “What have you done to me?”The words cut deep.I swallowed, my throat tight.I stood slowly, even though my legs were weak. The ground was still cracked beneath my feet from the Blood Prophet’s magic. Smoke and dust hung in the air. My pack was frozen behind me. His army stood in a dark circle around us.And still, all I could see was Jason.“I didn’t do anything,” I said softly.My voice trembled, but I did not look away.“I didn’t cast a spell. I didn’t take your memories.

The cage had grown colder than it had been before. I could feel the chill crawling under my skin, wrapping around my bones, and the iron biting into my fingers every time I touched the bars. Hours had passed—or maybe it had been days. Time had lost its meaning inside this dark, silent place. My stomach grumbled faintly, but I did not care. Hunger was small compared to the weight pressing on my chest. My thoughts would not leave Jason.I had survived so much. I had faced death countless times, survived my uncle Leon’s cruelty, and I had claimed my place as Alpha of Silver Claw. I had stood over enemies, burned rituals, survived Red Moon nights, and yet here I was—caged again, powerless in the hands of someone who wanted to see me broken.And still, my mind kept returning to him. Jason. My former mate, my heart, my storm and calm in one. I could still feel the warmth of his hands, the thunder of his voice, the way he had looked at me with confusion, with something more that even he coul

The fight became serious.Not the kind of fight where people shout and scare each other. This was real. Heavy. Dangerous. The kind where one wrong move meant death.Jason moved like fire.He fought and fought, his body already tired, his breath rough, but he did not stop. Every guard that came close was pushed back. He used his fists. He used his strength. He used his will. I could feel it—his need to protect me burning louder than fear.“Stay behind me!” he shouted again.But there were too many of them.They came from every side. One grabbed his arm. Another slammed into his back. More followed. They piled onto him like wolves bringing down a lion.“Jason!” I screamed.He roared and tried to rise, but iron chains snapped around his wrists again. His knees hit the ground hard. Blood ran from his forehead. Still, he struggled.“Don’t touch her!” he growled.Something inside me broke.No—something inside me woke up.I felt it rise from