Lahat ng Kabanata ng The alpha’s forgotten mate : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The Blood Moon rose two nights later.Red as spilled wine. Full. Heavy.It hung over the forest like an omen, staining the snow crimson.Kael stood beside me on the balcony of the war tower, jaw clenched, arms crossed. Below us, the pack stirred restlessly. Wolves felt things before humans did. The unease in the air, it wasn’t just the moon.It was me.Ever since I took back the heart, something inside me had shifted. My senses were sharper. My magic, stronger. The shadows even listened when I walked past them.I was changing. And not slowly.“The last time the Blood Moon rose,” Kael said, breaking the silence, “you declared war on the Council.”I turned to him slowly. “Did I win?”Kael’s eyes didn’t move from the moon. “Depends on how you define winning.”I waited, but he didn’t elaborate.“Tell me,” I said softly. “The truth. No more pieces.”He finally looked at me.“You weren’t always a witch.”I blinked. “What?”“You were born a wolf. Alpha blood. But your wolf rejected the Cou

 I had never shifted before.Not once.Not even when I was a child watching the others howl under the full moon, feeling like something inside me had been born… broken.But now?Now, I was alive.Not just with magic but with something wilder.Something ancient.My bones snapped, not with pain but with purpose. My skin burned with golden light as my body stretched, cracked, and remade itself.I fell forward and landed on four legs.But I wasn’t just a wolf.My fur shimmered like black fire, tipped in gold. My eyes burned with the same red as the blood moon above.Silence fell across the battlefield.Even the Council warriors hesitated. I saw it in their eyes.Fear.They expected a cursed girl, not a wolf reborn in magic.Then I ran.Fast as lightning, I lunged straight for Maerin. She slashed at me with her silver blade, but I leapt over it, fla

 The first crack was small barely a line across the heart crystal.But I felt it.Like something inside me splintered.Kael saw my hand go to the necklace. “What’s wrong?”Before I could answer, a gust of wind howled through the trees. The torches on the balcony flickered… then snuffed out completely.Everything went still.No wolves howled.No night birds sang.Even the air felt wrong heavy, ancient, watching.Kael moved closer, protectively. “That wasn’t natural.”“No,” I whispered. “It wasn’t.”We summoned the elders immediately. Lira came last, her cane tapping slowly across the stone.When she saw the crack in the heart crystal, her eyes darkened.“It’s waking,” she said.“What is?” I asked.She looked at me with something that wasn’t fear but warnin

 I didn’t speak on the way back to the packhouse.Kael and Dax flanked me, bruised but alive. We all carried wounds but mine weren’t just physical. The mark that witch left in me pulsed beneath my skin like living smoke, dark and silent… for now.But I knew it wouldn’t stay quiet for long.Lira was waiting when we returned.The moment she saw my arms, her breath caught. “She touched you.”“She injected something into me,” I said. “Not just magic. A presence.”She led us into her study, a cramped room packed with scrolls, bones, and bottles full of moonlight and dried herbs. The air smelled like age and dust and secrets.Lira handed me a book wrapped in black velvet. “This was forbidden long ago. But now, it’s your only chance.”I opened it carefully. Inside were pages written in blood ink, symbols that flickered and changed when I looked

Kael couldn’t sleep.He lay in the small cabin they'd taken shelter in after the ritual, arms behind his head, staring at the wooden ceiling. The fire crackled in the hearth, warm and steady but it wasn’t enough to melt the cold knot in his chest.Lyra was asleep beside him, breathing softly. Peaceful. For now.She looked the same, same long lashes, same wild curls, same lips that curved into a slight smirk when she caught him staring.But something inside her had changed.He’d felt it.When the magic exploded during the ritual, it hadn’t just been the witch’s power. Something else had passed through her, a deeper fire, like a second soul waking up beneath her skin.And it scared him.He turned his head to look at her. Her skin glowed faintly, not from magic, but from the embers dancing in the fireplace. Her expression was calm. Serene, even. But Kael had seen the way her hands had trembled when she thought no one was watching. He’d seen the flicker of orange in her eyes when her temp