All Chapters of BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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BARBARIAN: CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

Esmeralda sat by the window of her chamber, holding a porcelain cup of tea in both hands. The steam rose slowly into the air, carrying the smell of mint and dried flowers. Outside, the garden was quiet. The wind moved gently through the tall trees, and the sound of birds filled the space with false peace. Everything looked calm, but her mind was not.Her eyes were fixed on the flowers below, yet she saw none of them. Her thoughts were already far from the present. They were in the past. In blood. In fire. In the screams of a pack that no longer existed.Silvermark.The name alone made her jaw tighten.The Cold Alpha still lived. Still ruled. Still walked freely inside the walls that had once been stained with her family’s blood. Every breath Alvar took was an insult to the dead. Every council meeting he attended was proof that the world had chosen to forget what his father had done.But Esmeralda never forgot.A soft knock came at the door.“My lady,” her maid said from outside. “Elde

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

Esmeralda learned very early in life that power did not always come from claws or fangs. Sometimes, power came from touch. From softness. From being the thing a man believed he could not live without.Fredrick was not an Alpha. He was not feared like Alvar or respected like the elders. But he was dangerous in his own way. He was one of the thorns inside the pack, a man who whispered into the wrong ears and stirred trouble when silence would have been wiser. He had influence among the lower warriors and the restless wolves who felt unseen by the council.And Fredrick desired Esmeralda.He had desired her since the day she arrived at Silvermark with her calm voice and wounded past. He desired the way she walked through the halls like she belonged there. He desired the sadness in her eyes. He desired the mystery that clung to her like perfume.Esmeralda knew this.She had known it long before he ever dared to touch her.Tonight, she waited for him inside her chamber. The candles were low

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER FIFTY NINE.

The night air inside Silvermark Citadel was restless, carrying the sound of distant wolves howling beyond the walls and the heavy footsteps of guards changing shifts. Alvar stood near the large window of his chamber, his hands behind his back as he watched the torches flicker in the courtyard below. The council meeting earlier had left a bitter taste in his mouth. Too many whispers. Too many fears. The rebellion was no longer a shadow in the distance. It was close, breathing against the walls of his pack like a living thing.Grant stood near the long table, studying a rough map spread across its surface. Several stones marked places where scouts had gone missing. His jaw was tight with worry, though he tried to hide it behind his usual calm face.“We cannot wait any longer,” Alvar said, his voice low but firm. “If the rebellion troops are moving this close to Silvermark, then they are already inside our borders. We need to leave the citadel and find their trail before they strike.”Gr

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER SIXTY

The road away from Silvermark felt unfamiliar even though Caierre had walked it many times before. The trees stood tall and silent, their branches forming a dark ceiling above them as if the forest itself was listening. The sound of their footsteps was the only thing breaking the quiet, and even that sounded too loud in Caierre’s ears. He walked a few steps behind Alvar and Grant, not because he was ordered to, but because he no longer knew where he belonged beside the Alpha.The silver arrow and its message would not leave his mind.Princess Dana killer is near you. Meet me where the lake meets the sun.The words repeated again and again in his thoughts, each time sounding more dangerous than before. It could be a warning, or it could be bait. Either way, it was not something meant to be ignored. Caierre knew this, and so did Alvar. That was why they were here, walking straight into uncertainty with only instinct and pride guiding them.Caierre’s heart did not beat with fear alone. I

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER SIXTY ONE.

Alvar walked ahead of them without slowing his steps, though his body still carried the weight of weakness from the madness that had nearly destroyed him. The forest path stretched before him like an old scar, familiar yet dangerous, and every sound around him felt sharper than usual. The wind brushed against his face, carrying the smell of water and wet earth, and it reminded him that they were getting closer to the lake. The message in his hand had already been folded and unfolded too many times, but the words were carved into his mind as if written with fire.Princess Dana killer is near you. Meet me where the lake meets the sun.He did not know who had sent it, but he knew he could not ignore it. Princess Dana’s death had haunted Silvermark for years. Her blood had soaked into the roots of the pack, and the wound had never healed. The rebellion had grown stronger because of that death, and his people had learned to fear the name of her killer like a curse.Alvar’s jaw tightened as

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER SIXTY TWO

The surface of the lake was still, reflecting the pale light of the sky like broken glass. Alvar stopped walking the moment the cloaked woman stepped out from behind the tall rocks near the water’s edge. Her dark cloak dragged slightly across the sand, and the hood covered her face completely. Only her hands were visible, pale and thin, folded calmly in front of her as though she had been waiting for them for a long time.Grant moved closer to Alvar at once, his body tense with suspicion. Caierre stood a little behind them, his eyes fixed on the woman. None of them spoke at first. The sound of water touching the shore was the only thing that filled the space between them.“You came,” the woman said at last. Her voice was low and steady, neither young nor old, but it carried a weight that made Alvar’s chest tighten. “That means you still care about the truth.”Alvar did not answer her greeting. His eyes narrowed slightly beneath his crown of silver hair. “You sent a silver arrow into

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER SIXTY THREE

The journey back from the lake was quiet, too quiet for Alvar’s liking. The path that led back to Silvermark twisted between tall stones and dying trees, their branches bending under the weight of the evening wind. The sky was already turning dark, and the cold air carried the smell of damp earth and distant smoke. Grant walked in front with his hand close to his sword, while Alvar stayed slightly behind him, and Caierre followed a few steps back, keeping his healer bag tight against his side.No one spoke. The words of the cloaked woman still hung between them like a curse.Alvar’s thoughts would not settle. Princess Dana. Witchcraft. Someone close. The warning burned inside his mind. He found himself glancing back at Caierre more than once, though he did not understand why. The healer walked with steady steps, but Alvar could see the stiffness in his movements, the way pain still clung to his body after the injury. For a moment, Alvar felt something twist in his chest, something h

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR

Alvar did not stop looking back.Even as his sword struck down another attacker, even as Grant dragged him forward through the narrow path, his eyes searched for only one face. Caierre. The healer who had walked behind him only moments ago. The man who had stood between him and death more than once. The bond he had rejected but could not erase from his thoughts.“Caierre!” Alvar shouted again, his voice breaking through the clash of steel and the roar of fire behind them.No answer came.Smoke curled around the trees, thick and bitter. The air burned in his lungs, and the sound of boots pounding against stone told him the attackers were still close. Too close. They were being hunted now, driven away from the cliff and deeper into the wild land that surrounded the lake.Grant grabbed Alvar’s arm and pulled him hard. “You cannot go back!”“He is still there!” Alvar snapped, trying to turn.Grant shoved him forward. “And you will die if you do!”Alvar stumbled but kept his balance. His c

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

The wind howled across the cliff, tearing through Caierre’s clothes and biting at his skin. The scent of wet stone and pine filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood that had dried on his hands and arms. His breathing was shallow, rapid, but controlled. His eyes scanned every shadow, every movement, every possibility. The men who had ambushed them had been relentless, skilled, and cruel. They had thought him a weak healer, a soft target, but years of surviving alone had made him something else entirely. Something dangerous. Something no longer tethered to fear.The first strike had come without warning, a blur of steel and motion. He had ducked, twisted, blocked, and countered instinctively, the movements almost second nature after years of training, of fighting not for glory but for survival. His wolf had stirred inside him, a quiet, controlled heat, ready to answer when he needed it. He had felt it awaken during the first moment of real danger, and it had guided him

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER SIXTY SIX

Caierre did not move for a long moment after Lady Morwen disappeared into the shadows. His chest rose and fell rapidly, not from fear, but from the intensity of everything he had just faced. The hunters were regrouping somewhere behind him, their shouts faint against the wind whipping off the cliff. He could feel the edge of the rock beneath his boots, a sharp reminder that one misstep could be the end of him. And yet, despite the danger, despite the exhaustion, despite the ache in his body from the chase, there was a part of him that burned with awareness. He was alive. He had survived. And he had seen her—Lady Morwen. The wolf inside him stirred, a low, resonant hum that vibrated through his chest. It was a warning and a comfort all at once. He had fought against instinct before, denied the bond he carried within him, but now it was sharpened, coiled, ready. The hunters could come. The cliff could betray him. Nothing mattered except that he had the edge—mental, physical, instinctua

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