All Chapters of My little fierce mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

WHITE CLIFF PACK — THIRD PERSON*****The courtyard smelled of iron and ash, the rogues’ bodies strewn like discarded shadows.Ella stood in the center, her fur still glistening, her mismatched eyes like flames set against the night. Every wolf who had gathered stared, their faces caught somewhere between reverence and fear.No one spoke at first. The silence was a living thing.Then came the whispers.“Her wolf… I’ve never seen one like that.”“Blue and gold—what kind of omen is that?”“She killed them all…”“Too easily.”Jake shifted back, his chest slick with sweat, Griffin still rumbling inside him. He pulled a cloak from one of the warriors and strode to Ella, draping it over her trembling frame as she shifted back into herself.Her breath shuddered. Her skin was pale, but her eyes—still glowing faintly—burned with the truth: she had changed, and she could never go back.“Enough,” Jake barked at the gathering pack, his voice cracking through the tension like a whip. “She is under

Someone cursed softly, then a low exhale moved through the sentries. Whispers, not sharp this time—relief braided with something else. I felt, absurdly, like I’d just been let off a cliff with nothing but air beneath me.The warmth pooled back into me, leaving my hands tingling. The effort had taken something—not much, I thought, but enough to set the edges of my vision to shimmer. The baby fluttered, answering the pull. I laughed—a short, wild sound—and then the sound died in my throat when I realized what I’d risked.Mara reached out and steadied me by the elbow, her grip firm, professional. “You did good,” she said, low, and there was no wonder in it, only plain competence. “Get warm. Sit down. Jake will want to know.”The name hit me like a bell. Jake. I had disobeyed him. I’d done the thing he told me not to. My chest went tight with dread and, beneath it, something more complicated—an odd, fierce satisfaction that I had stepped across my own fear to keep someone alive.Footsteps

JAKE'S POV - HIS OFFICEI stood over the map like I could press the valley’s geography into the skin of my hands. Rivers sliced through fields, borders sat like scars, and every line looked suddenly too small for the kind of war I was feeling coil in my gut. Griffin paced under my ribs, restless and hungry, a low thunder I tried to quiet with breath and teeth.Marcus, my beta and friend closed the door behind him and didn’t waste a step on pleasantries. “There’s a problem,” he said, voice flat.I looked up. “Another rumor?”“No.” He came closer, lowering his voice until the words were a blade. “A spy. Someone inside our walls has been sending messages to Bloodstone. I intercepted a message. The seal was Bloodstone wax.”Bloodstone. The name scraped like gravel across my tongue. I felt the pulse at my temple climb, the old animal in my chest flexing. “Ella’s old pack,” I said. It wasn’t a question. It tasted like betrayal.Marcus nodded. “They know details they shouldn’t. This isn’t ra

We were the first to reach the pack house, Marcus was still out sorting things, with our hearts racing and the humid night still on our skin. My legs were shaking, not because of the run, but because I still felt the adrenaline rush through my veins. Jake didn’t say anything as he brought me up the stairs, holding my hand so tightly that it seemed I would fall without his support. The door closed, and before I realized what was going on, Jake pushed me against the door. His lips touched mine harshly, almost violently, as if the world had just taken me away from him, and Jake was making sure I was actually still here. His tongue went into my mouth. He was demanding, not asking, and I felt my knees become weak. Jake growled when I pulled at his shirt. He quickly pulled off his shirt, throwing it away. I put my hands on his chest. His body was so muscular, and his strong muscles were so hot.“Jake—” I gasped his name helplessly as his mouth started to move down to my neck, he started

ELLA'S POVIt started with flashes.At first, I believed it was an illusion. Every time I closed them, even for what seemed like a blink, there was a giant wolf staring me in the face — bigger than any creature I had ever seen. It had fur as bright and blinding white as if it had wrapped the moon in its belly. The golden eyes, as well as the blue, appeared to bore into me with a fire that cold made my back tingle.I’d wake up in the middle of the night, brokenhearted, sheets twisted around me. Sometimes I found those howls still echoing in the walls of my chest, long and sorrowful.Kate tried to soothe me. “It is not danger, Ella… it is memory.”But memory of what?The flashes kept coming, hitting me harder each time. The wolf didn’t slip away as quickly. Each time she showed herself, she stuck around a little longer, stalking at the edges of my mind. Her massive paws rippled the shadows she walked on. Her eyes bore into me, beckoning me to follow.I couldn’t ignore her anymore.That