All Chapters of The Alpha Banished Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The night had wrapped itself around us like a thick, dark blanket. The forest was quiet except for the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of an owl somewhere high in the trees. We were hidden deep in the woods, far from any pack borders, far from the Blood Prophet’s reach—at least for now. Jason had carried me here after we escaped the last trap, his arms strong and steady even though I could see the exhaustion in his eyes. We had walked for hours until my legs felt like water. When the moon was high and bright, Jason stopped near a small clearing. Without a word, he started gathering fallen branches and thick pine boughs. I watched him work—his broad shoulders moving smoothly, his hands quick and sure. He built a small frame, then draped the branches over it like a roof, layering more on the ground for a soft bed. It wasn’t fancy, but it was a tent. Our tent. Safe. Hidden. When he finished, he turned to me. His face looked softer in the moonlight, the hard lines of anger go

The tent felt smaller now, hotter, like the air itself was thick with what we both wanted. We had barely caught our breath from the stream. Our skin was still damp, hair sticking to our necks, the smell of clean water and pine mixing with the sharp, sweet scent of our bodies. Jason looked at me with those dark gold eyes—eyes that said he wasn’t finished. Not even close. He reached behind him and pulled a length of soft rope from his pack. It was the same rope he had used earlier to tie the tent branches tighter. Now it looked different in his hands. Dangerous. Promising. “Hands above your head,” he said. His voice was low, calm, but the command in it made my stomach flip. I lifted my arms without thinking. My heart was already racing again. He moved fast but careful. He looped the rope around my wrists, then tied the ends to the thick branch that formed the top of our little shelter. Not so tight it hurt, but tight enough that I couldn’t pull free. My arms were stretched up,

We were both breathing hard, bodies slick, hearts pounding like drums in the small tent. The air smelled of us—sweat, sex, pine, and something wild that only came from being this close for so long. My legs were already trembling from everything we’d done, but Jason’s eyes said we weren’t finished. Not yet. This time felt different. Deeper. Like he wanted to give me everything he had left before the sun came up and the world tried to pull us apart again. He sat up first. His hand wrapped around my wrist—not rough, but firm. He pulled me to my feet inside the low tent. My knees wobbled. He caught me around the waist and backed me up until my back hit one of the thicker branches that held the shelter together. The wood was cool against my hot skin. “Arms up,” he said quietly. I lifted them. He pinned both my wrists above my head with one big hand. His body pressed against mine—chest to chest, hips to hips. His cock was already hard again, thick and hot, resting against my lower bel

The forest was quiet in a way that did not feel peaceful. It felt like something was holding its breath. I lay against Jason’s chest, the ground cold beneath us, leaves stuck to my hair and skin. My body was tired. Not just tired in flesh—but tired in soul. The kind of tired that comes after fear, running, pain, and too many emotions crashing at once. Jason’s arm was around me, firm and warm, like he was afraid I might vanish if he let go. For a moment, I allowed myself to believe we were safe. Just for a moment. Then his body went still. Too still. His breathing changed. “Aria,” he whispered. I felt it before he said it. The shift. The alertness. The Alpha inside him waking. “What is it?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head, eyes focused into the trees. “Footsteps,” he said. “Far. Very far. But coming closer.” My heart dropped. Already? “We have to move,” he said, sitting up. “Now.” I pushed myself up, but my legs shook the moment I stood. Pain shot through me. My po

Lena’s smile did not shake. It only grew sharper. She took a slow step forward, white shoes clean against the dirt of our pack land, like she owned the ground beneath her feet. “Well,” she said lightly, eyes locked on mine, “look at you.” Her gaze dragged over me from head to toe. “Still breathing,” she added. “I must say, I’m surprised. After all… Leon was supposed to kill you.” The words hit like a slap. My hands curled into fists. The air around me changed. I felt it first in my chest—heat, pressure, a rising storm that wanted out. The ground under my feet vibrated softly. Silver sparks flickered along my fingers. I took one step forward. “You should leave,” I said, my voice low and shaking with anger. “Before you say something you cannot take back.” Lena laughed. A soft, pretty sound. “Oh please,” she said. “You were always too dramatic. Always pretending to be strong when you were nothing but a mistake.” That was it. The power rushed up like a scream. Silver ligh