Semua Bab My Brother My Mate : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Freya's Pov The silver burned like nothing else.That was the first thing that really cut through the fog in my head these damn chains eating into my wrists, leaving raw, red streaks that had no chance of closing up. Not that they needed to. I’m not a wolf. I don’t heal like that.Viktor didn’t know, though. He figured the silver would keep me weak, keep me from doing anything stupid.He wasn’t exactly wrong… just not for the reason he thought.Truth is, I was weak because I hadn’t eaten in three days. Weak because every time I tried to close my eyes, one of his goons would shake me awake. Weak because whatever tiny scrap of hope I’d been holding onto was shrinking smaller every hour.Dane wasn’t coming.He couldn’t. Even if he somehow figured out where I was, Viktor had made damn sure the choice would be impossible. I’d overheard the wolves laughing about it, the pack house attack, the perfect distraction. How the “noble Alpha” would have to pick: his people or his mate.And he’d pi

Freya's Pov God, it hurts.Not like a cut or a broken bone that eventually dulls. This… this is soul deep. The kind of pain that makes you forget there was ever a time when breathing didn’t feel like swallowing razor blades.Every inhale is glass. Every heartbeat is someone sitting on my chest. And underneath it all, the power inside me is screaming... not at me, not trying to claw its way out. It’s screaming because it’s being torn apart. Piece by bloody piece.Viktor’s ritual isn’t waking anything up. It’s ripping the power straight out of me. Like someone reaching into a still-living body and yanking out organs one by one.Please. Please just stop.But it doesn’t. It keeps pulling. Keeps shredding. Keeps destroying me from the inside.I can hear him chanting... his voice rising and falling in that old, ugly language. Every word feels like a fishhook lodged in my ribs, dragging the power closer to him. Closer to the surface.He’s going to take it. He’s going to rip it out and I’m g

Dane's Pov"Somebody get Miriam over here!" I yelled as soon as I hit the pack house.The wolves hanging around, ready to party after our win, stared at me like I'd lost it. Their faces went from happy relief to pure shock the second they spotted Freya dangling lifeless in my arms.I didn't pause. Didn't even slow my roll. Just barreled through the bunch and straight into the house.I set her down on the living room couch as careful as I could. Her head flopped to one side, arms just dropping like dead weight.She looked gone. Like, really gone.No way. I jammed my fingers against her neck, hunting for a pulse. There it was weak, all over the place, but yeah, still beating.Freya... baby... open your eyes, I shot through our bond, praying she'd pick it up.Zip. Nada.Just this awful, empty quiet."Out of the way." Elder Miriam shoved past the growing crowd, her wrinkled face all business. Catherine trailed right behind, hand clamped over her mouth, eyes bugging out in terror."What th

Dane’s PovThree days.Three whole days since Freya just… dropped.Three days of staring at her lying in our bed, barely breathing, looking so small under all those blankets. Her hand in mine feels way too cold, no matter how many times I rub my thumb over her knuckles like that’s gonna fix anything.I haven’t moved from this chair except to use the bathroom. George is parked on the other side, same deal. Neither of us has slept more than a couple snatched minutes here and there. We’re both running on coffee, fear, and stubbornness.Miriam’s been in twice a day, every day. Checks her vitals, frowns, shakes her head. “Still no change, Alpha. I’m sorry.”Sorry doesn’t cut it anymore.I keep reaching down the mate bond, searching for her. Nothing. Just this hollow, echoing space where she’s supposed to be. It’s like someone carved her out of me and left the edges raw.Catherine poked her head in earlier with a tray

Dane's Pov Four days.Four freaking days of pouring memories down the mate bond and getting zilch in return.Four days of staring at Freya lying there pale, too still, barely breathing, like she might slip away if I looked anywhere else.Four days of hope bleeding out slow.I was parked in the chair by our bed, forehead pressed to the mattress right next to her hand. Bone-tired, eyes burning, but no way was I closing them. Not even for a second. What if that was the exact second she came back?George had finally crashed in the other chair after Catherine basically threatened him. His hand was still wrapped around hers, even while he was out cold.The room was dead quiet except for Freya’s shallow little breaths and the fire popping every now and then.I shut my eyes and reached for the bond again. Same plea I’d been sending for days.Please, baby. Please hear me. Just come back.I was already bracing to pull away, another empty day, when the bond… flickered.Tiny. Like someone struck