All Chapters of BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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BARBARIAN: SEVENTY SEVEN

Alvar had barely taken ten steps before his knees gave out beneath him. One moment he was moving through the forest beside Grant, trying to put distance between themselves and the men hunting them, and the next a crushing pain slammed into his chest so violently that the ground rushed toward him. He hit his knees hard, the impact barely registering as his hand shot to his chest while he fought for breath.Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.The thudding inside his ribs was unbearable, as if his heart was trying to tear itself apart. "Alvar!" Grant was beside him immediately, but Alvar barely heard him. His entire world had narrowed to the agony spreading through his body. His breathing became ragged, every inhale too small and every exhale too slow, while the forest around him blurred and a strange pressure built behind his eyes.Rage came first. The emotion appeared out of nowhere, pure and violent, so intense it twisted his stomach. Then came hunger, not ordinary hunger but some

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

Pain was all Caierre knew.It consumed everything. His scream echoed through the forest as his body continued changing, bones snapping and reshaping beneath his skin while every muscle felt as though it was being torn apart and rebuilt at the same time. He collapsed fully onto the ground, his fingers digging deep furrows into the dirt as another violent wave of agony crashed through him.The attackers had retreated several steps by now, fear replacing whatever confidence they once carried."What is happening to him?" one of them whispered."I don't know.""Kill him before it finishes!"The command came from the man holding the silver knife, but none of them moved immediately. Fear had rooted them in place. Whatever they were looking at was no longer the injured healer they had cornered near the cliff.Caierre's vision blurred again and his thoughts became difficult to hold onto as images flashed through his mind one after another. Silvermark. The healer's hall. Adrian. Lady Morwen. Al

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE

Every burst of rage hurt.Alvar had spent years living beside the curse, years enduring the madness that lurked beneath his skin, but this was different. Every time the wolf on the other side of the bond snarled, every time that savage bloodlust surged through the connection, pain followed immediately after. It tore through his chest with such force that he nearly collapsed more than once.Grant had stopped asking questions.At first he had demanded answers, demanded explanations, demanded to know why Alvar suddenly insisted on chasing a man they could not even see. But eventually the older warrior had fallen silent because he could see something was terribly wrong. Alvar's face had become pale, sweat covered his skin, and his breathing grew heavier with every mile. Worst of all, his eyes kept drifting toward the darkness ahead as though something invisible was pulling him forward.The bond.He could feel it.Not clearly. Not completely. But enough.The connection felt damaged, frayed

BARBARIAN: Chapter Eighty

Grant barely reacted in time.The moment the wolf lunged, he threw himself at Alvar and shoved him out of the way with all his strength. The impact sent both of them crashing hard onto the ground as enormous jaws snapped shut where Alvar's throat had been only a heartbeat earlier. The sound of teeth slamming together echoed through the clearing with a sickening crack. The force behind the missed attack carried the beast several feet past them before it dug its massive claws into the earth and skidded to a stop. Dirt sprayed in every direction as it turned around to face them once more.Alvar hit the ground hard enough to drive the air from his lungs. Pain exploded through his ribs and shoulders, but it barely registered. The bond was screaming too loudly for him to focus on anything else. Rage tore through him in violent waves, followed by a possessiveness so overwhelming that it nearly made him sick. Every emotion pouring through the connection felt stronger than the last, each one

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE

Alvar did not sleep.The forest had long fallen silent after Caierre disappeared into the darkness, yet every time he closed his eyes, he saw those crimson eyes staring back at him. He saw blood dripping from black jaws. He saw the moment recognition had surfaced through the madness before being swallowed again.Most of all, he saw the way Caierre had looked at him before running.Not with hatred.Not with anger.With fear, the realization sat heavily in his chest.A small fire burned between him and Grant, though neither man paid much attention to it. The flames crackled softly while the moon continued its slow journey across the night sky. Grant sat on a fallen log cleaning blood from his silver sword while Alvar remained standing nearby, his gaze fixed on the dark forest ahead. He had been standing there for almost an hour, and every few minutes his eyes would drift back toward the direction Caierre had vanished, as if expecting him to emerge from the shadows at any moment.As if h

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO

Caierre did not remember leaving the village.One moment there had been screams, smoke and chaos. The next there had only been silence, and now he was running through the forest with no clear destination in mind. His massive paws tore across the earth while trees blurred past on either side of him. The wind rushed through his fur, branches snapped beneath his weight, and the scent of blood clung stubbornly to him no matter how far he traveled. It coated his fur, stained his claws and lingered in the back of his throat. Every breath reminded him of it.He wanted to stop. He wanted to look back and understand what had happened in that village. Every instinct told him he should remember, but whenever he tried to reach for those memories, pain immediately followed. Broken images flashed through his mind like shattered pieces of glass. A frightened child crying for help. Villagers running through smoke. A man raising a spear. Flames consuming rooftops. Blood staining the ground. Then nothi

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE

Alvar knew the village would haunt him for a long time.Even after they left it behind and continued following the trail, the images refused to leave his mind. Burned homes. Blood-soaked streets. Bodies lying where they had fallen. The destruction had looked fresh, as though the village had only recently been alive before disaster swept through it. Yet the thing that troubled him most wasn't the damage itself.It was what he had felt through the bond.The horror hadn't belonged to the villagers.It had belonged to Caierre.Alvar had spent years living with violence. He knew what bloodlust felt like. He knew what it felt like to lose control and wake up surrounded by consequences he couldn't remember creating. The curse had taught him that much. That was why the emotion coming through the bond disturbed him so deeply.Caierre hadn't enjoyed what happened.He hadn't embraced it.He had been horrified by it.That meant he was still fighting.The realization gave Alvar hope, but it also m

BARBARIAN: CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR

Caierre remained hidden among the rocks overlooking the valley long after darkness settled across the land.The army below had become a sea of flickering lights. Campfires burned throughout the encampment, casting long shadows between rows of tents while soldiers moved through the camp carrying supplies, weapons and messages. From a distance, it almost looked peaceful.Caierre knew better.Armies were never peaceful.Not really.The sight of so many soldiers gathered in one place stirred memories he spent years trying to bury. Burning homes. Screams in the night. The smell of blood and smoke choking the air while warriors tore through his pack. He could still remember his mother's hand gripping his shoulder, still remember being dragged away while his father stayed behind to fight.He remembered the screaming most of all.The memory made his chest tighten.The wolf stirred immediately.Hatred rolled through him like a dark tide. It wasn't directed at anyone specific. It was older than

BARBARIAN CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE

Adrian had not slept in two days.Not because he lacked the opportunity. His warriors had stopped several times throughout their journey, making camp whenever exhaustion threatened to slow the march. Fires had been lit. Watches had been assigned. Food had been prepared. The men under his command had rested whenever they could.Adrian had done none of those things.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the same thing.A lake stained with blood.An ambush that should never have happened.A trap that had been carefully planned.The memory lingered like poison.Someone had known where Alvar was going.Someone had known exactly when to strike.That realization bothered him more than the attack itself.The enemy had not acted blindly.They had known too much.And that meant one thing.There was a leak.The thought followed him as he rode at the front of the column. Behind him, warriors from several smaller packs marched through the forest, their armor glinting beneath the afternoon sun. Som

BARBARIAN CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX

Alvar knew they were close.The certainty had settled into his bones hours ago and refused to leave. Every step through the forest strengthened the feeling. The mate bond remained damaged, far weaker than it had once been, but it was still there. Every now and then emotions slipped through the connection like water through cracked stone, brief flashes that vanished almost as quickly as they appeared.Fear.Exhaustion.Confusion.And beneath all of it, the constant presence of the wolf.Alvar had stopped trying to convince himself otherwise.Something impossible had happened that night in the clearing. Whether it was the curse, the mate bond, or something far older than either of them, the result remained the same. Caierre was carrying the burden that should have belonged to him.The thought haunted him.He had spent years learning how to survive the madness. Even then, there had been nights when he nearly lost himself completely. Caierre had been thrown into that nightmare without war

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