All Chapters of The Alpha Banished Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The moment Jason rejected Lena, something in the air felt unfinished.Wrong.The wind didn’t settle.The sky didn’t brighten.It felt like a threat still lingered.Jason stood tall beside me, but I could feel it — the tightness in his shoulders, the storm behind his eyes. He wasn’t relieved.He was alert.And then his voice cut through the pack grounds like steel.“Guards!”Four of our strongest warriors rushed forward instantly, dropping to one knee.“Yes, Alpha!”Jason didn’t hesitate.“Arrest Lena. Bring her to the dungeon. She will answer for trespassing on my land and attempting manipulation through forbidden magic.”A murmur rippled through the surrounding wolves.The guards turned sharply and sprinted toward the tree line where Lena had disappeared.My heart pounded.Part of me wanted her caught.Another part of me knew she wouldn’t make it easy.We all watched.The forest ahead was dark, shadows weaving between trunks. For a split second, I thought I saw movement — white fabri

The next morning, I refused to sit still. War was coming. Everyone could feel it. The air itself felt tighter — like the world was holding its breath. Warriors moved with sharper focus. Orders were quicker. Training sessions were harsher. And I was tired of being protected. I found Jason near the lower field where the men were sparring. He was giving instructions, voice firm, posture strong — every inch the Alpha. When he saw me walking toward him dressed in training leathers instead of my usual clothes, his brows lowered. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Training.” He exhaled slowly. “Aria.” “I won’t hide inside walls while everyone else prepares to bleed,” I said firmly. “If Lena comes. If the Blood Prophet comes. They’re coming because of me too.” A few warriors nearby pretended not to listen. Jason studied me carefully. “You’re exhausted,” he said. “I’ll be more exhausted if I’m useless.” His jaw tightened slightly. He hated when I was right

I did not tell anyone where I was going. Not Jason. Not the warriors. Not even my wolf. Some answers must be faced alone. The moon goddess temple stood deep in the forest, hidden by tall ancient trees whose roots twisted like sleeping serpents across the earth. The path there felt familiar beneath my feet. I had walked it once before — broken, desperate, searching. Now I walked it again. But this time, I was angry. The air felt colder the closer I got. The temple ruins appeared slowly between the trees — old white stones cracked with age, vines crawling over pillars, moon symbols carved into fading walls. It was quiet. Too quiet. I stepped inside the open center circle where the altar stood. The stone still held faint silver marks from the last red moon ritual. I swallowed. “Moon Goddess,” I called softly at first. Nothing. The wind did not move. The trees did not answer. I stepped closer to the altar. “You spoke to me before,” I said louder. “You gave me strength

I did not go to Jason’s office after returning from the forest. I did not go to the training grounds again. I did not go to the council hall. I went straight to my room. Because for the first time since coming back to the Blood Moon pack, I felt overwhelmed. Not weak. Not powerless. Just… overwhelmed. The temple’s silence still echoed in my mind. The strange presence in the forest lingered like cold fingers brushing the back of my neck. And Jason. Jason would ask questions. Jason would look at me like I was something fragile and dangerous at the same time. I wasn’t ready for that. So I closed my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it. My room felt quiet. Safe. The golden light of evening filtered in through the tall windows, casting soft shadows on the walls. I exhaled slowly. “I’m fine,” I whispered to myself. But my reflection in the mirror across the room didn’t look convinced. I walked toward the wardrobe. There were new dresses

Jason POV The moment I stepped out of her room, I knew I had said the wrong thing. The hallway felt too narrow. Too quiet. My footsteps echoed harder than they should have. Behind me, her door remained closed. And that bothered me more than if she had come running after me. My wolf was restless. Not calm. Not proud. Restless. You hurt her, he growled inside my head. “I didn’t,” I muttered under my breath. You did. I clenched my jaw. I was Alpha. I had to think clearly. I had to see threats before they formed. I had to protect what was mine. Mine. The word echoed back at me. And suddenly it didn’t sound strong. It sounded insecure. I pushed the thought away. I walked outside into the cool evening air. The sky was turning dark blue, the first stars beginning to appear. War was close. Enemies surrounded us. The Blood Prophet was searching. And I walked into my mate’s room to see my own brother standing close to her. Touching h