All Chapters of BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Caierre did not understand why the wolf was afraid.That realization bothered him more than Lady Morwen's appearance.The creature feared almost nothing. It had charged armed warriors without hesitation. It had torn through trained fighters as if they were made of paper. It had faced silver weapons, fire, and overwhelming numbers without showing the slightest sign of concern.Yet the moment Lady Morwen appeared, something changed.The wolf became restless.Uneasy.Almost cautious.Caierre felt the emotion clearly through the tangled mess their minds had become.Morwen noticed it too.Of course she did.The woman seemed to notice everything.She sat calmly atop her horse while soldiers spread out behind her. None of them rushed forward. None of them raised their weapons. They simply waited, watching him with wary expressions.The hunters who had cornered him moments earlier looked relieved by the arrival of reinforcements.Caierre felt the exact opposite.His instincts screamed at him

The growl continued rumbling from Caierre's chest long after the clearing had fallen silent. Every soldier stood frozen. Every hunter. Every horse. The sound seemed to vibrate through the earth itself. It wasn't merely anger. Caierre could feel the difference. The wolf wasn't reacting the way it normally did when threatened. There was no hunger in this rage. No desire to hunt. No excitement at the thought of bloodshed. This was something else entirely. Protectiveness. Possessiveness. Fear. Not fear for itself. Fear for Alvar. The realization unsettled Caierre almost as much as it unsettled the soldiers surrounding him. The wolf wanted Alvar safe. Desperately. Violently. The creature would tear apart anyone who stood between them if it had to. That should have comforted him. Instead, it only made him more aware of how little control he actually had. Because every day the line between his emotions and the wolf's emotions became harder to distinguish. At first he co

Alvar stopped the instant he saw him.For several long seconds, neither of them moved.The forest seemed to hold its breath.Caierre stood at the edge of the clearing, his massive black form tense beneath the fading evening light. Fresh blood still stained parts of his fur, though much of it had long since dried. His crimson eyes remained fixed on Alvar, but unlike their last encounter, there was no immediate lunge. No savage charge. No murderous snarl.Only conflict.The mate bond pulsed between them, stronger than it had been since the day Alvar rejected it. It carried confusion, relief, fear, and something far heavier that neither of them could put into words.Grant emerged from the trees a heartbeat later, sword already in hand. His eyes found Caierre immediately before sweeping over the surrounding forest.Something wasn't right.He could feel it."So this is where you've been," Grant muttered, though his attention never left the trees around them.Alvar barely heard him.His gaz

Morwen's quiet words settled over the clearing like an approaching storm."So... they've finally come."No one asked who she meant.The answer lay somewhere beyond the wall of trees, carried on the growing clash of steel and the cries of men. Every passing heartbeat brought the sounds closer. Horses screamed in terror. Commands echoed through the forest, followed by the unmistakable crack of shields splintering beneath powerful blows.The soldiers surrounding the clearing exchanged uneasy glances. Their formation remained disciplined, but confidence had begun to crack. Whatever force had appeared beyond the eastern line had caught them completely by surprise.Grant stepped closer to Alvar without taking his eyes off the forest."They're breaking through."Morwen slowly dismounted from her horse, landing gracefully despite the heavy armor she wore beneath her cloak. She handed the reins to a nearby soldier before looking toward the eastern trees again."They're faster than I expected."

The scream did not echo through the clearing.It existed only inside Caierre's mind.Yet it felt so real that his entire body locked in place.His breathing caught as broken images crashed into his consciousness one after another. None of them belonged to him. He knew that immediately. The mountains surrounding the clearing disappeared, replaced by towering stone walls carved into the face of a mountain older than memory itself. Wolves filled the courtyard below, not dozens but hundreds, their howls rising beneath a blood-red moon.Then the vision changed.Blood covered the stone.Bodies littered the ground.Someone was still screaming.Caierre stumbled backward and grabbed his head."No..."Alvar reacted first."Caierre."He moved without thinking, but Grant caught his arm before he could get any closer."Wait.""He needs help.""And if the wolf mistakes you for a threat again?"Alvar's jaw tightened."He won't.""You don't know that.""No," Alvar admitted quietly. "I don't."Caierre