Semua Bab My little fierce mate: Bab 41 - Bab 50

ELLA'S POVKate and the memories of Selora have been teaching me everything I need to know, fighting skills, instincts and a lot of things that happened in the past.Still… I’ve been gone from the real world too long. Too quiet. Too distant.And I can already feel it—Jake’s worry tugging at me through the bond like a storm pressing against my chest.I exhale, it's time to go back. When I opened my eyes the first thing that caught my attention was the sunlight as it kissed my skin.It was sunny and I was already smelling pine, Jake's scent. My heart tugged at meeting him again because he's going to complain.I pushed myself forward and sat on the bed. My body was aching from the battle in the slumber realm and they are doing a number on me.The door creaks open before I can even stand.He’s there.Jake.He's hair is a freaking mess, I could see eye bags form under neath is eyes. He was exhausted, his beards were not shaved. The moment his eyes locked until mine I could see the tension

ELLA'S POVThe forest was too quiet.Not peaceful quiet — unnatural quiet. The kind that sits heavy in your bones and makes your wolf stir in her sleep.I moved through the trees, barefoot and bare-faced, the mist brushing against my ankles like ghosts with secrets. Usually, Kate would hum in my head, teasing or whispering things about Jake, but today… nothing. Just silence.Even the birds had stopped singing.Something was wrong.I tilted my head, inhaling. The wind carried something faint — metal, sharp and cold. Blood? No, it was older than that. Fear.“Kate?” I whispered.No answer. Just the low hum of my pulse and the creak of the forest holding its breath.Then it came — a crash through the brush. I spun around, claws half out before I even realized it.A scout stumbled into the clearing, his chest heaving, eyes wild. Blood slicked his arm, staining the silver crest on his uniform.“Ella—” he choked out, doubling over. “It’s Lukas. He’s—”He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. My

ELLA'S POVThe forest still smelled like blood and betrayal.Not the real kind — the memory kind. The kind that clings to you long after the person’s gone.I stood where the Stone Cliff messenger had left me, hands trembling, heart pounding so hard it made the roses shake.His words kept echoing in my head like a curse.“They said to tell you the blood of their heir belongs to them—and if Whitecliff refuses to return you, they’ll come take you themselves.”And then he’d bowed — not in respect, but in warning — before disappearing into the fog.I didn’t even realize I’d walked to Jake’s office until I was already there, pushing the door open without knocking.He was behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, power curling around him in waves. Papers scattered across the floor like they’d tried to escape him. He looked up — those gold eyes sharp, dangerous, but they softened the second he saw my face.“Ella—”“Don’t,” I snapped, slamming the door behind me. “You knew.”His jaw clenched. “Knew

Mara turned back to me, her eyes softening. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard, child. All this stress, the sleepless nights, the emotional strain — it’s too much. Especially now.”Her tone shifted, gentle but firm. “You’re carrying life inside you, Ella. And the little one feels everything you feel.”My breath caught. “The baby…”Mara nodded. “Still strong. But you have to rest, you hear me? No more running, no more fighting everyone around you. Your body needs peace.”I felt Jake’s gaze on me then — heavy, unreadable. His hand lingered near mine on the bed, not touching, just there.“Why didn’t you tell me the stress could hurt the baby?” I asked quietly.Mara sighed, giving Jake a look that could have burned through steel. “I’m sure the Alpha thought keeping you ignorant would protect you,” she said dryly.Jake rubbed a hand over his face, shoulders sagging. “I didn’t think—”“No,” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “You didn’t.”The silence that followed was unbearable. The fire

~•~•~•ELLA’S POVThe door clicked shut.For a few seconds, silence pressed against my ears — thick and suffocating — until even the sound of my own heartbeat became too loud to ignore.I opened my eyes slowly. The world came back in pieces. The pale curtains swayed with the evening breeze. The scent of herbs lingered — Mara’s work, no doubt — and Jake’s warmth still clung to the sheets beside me.I’d pretended to sleep when they talked. It wasn’t hard. I was too tired to speak, too hurt to breathe. But I wasn’t too tired to listen.And now… I wished I hadn’t.Mara’s voice still echoed in my mind — calm, clinical, but heavy with something she was trying to hide.“She’s not just stressed, Alpha. The baby’s energy… it’s not normal. It’s pulling from her, like it's unnatural."And Jake’s silence had said everything else.He knew.He’d known.I pressed a hand against my stomach. The small swell that should’ve brought me comfort now felt like a question I couldn’t answer. My pulse trembled