Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Betrayed Mate: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

The air in the Shadow Valley felt heavier than usual, thick with tension and unspoken words. I walked beside Alpha Rydan, flanked by Krager and Zira, trying to make sense of what I had just been told. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides, not with exhaustion but with anger. Anger that throbbed like a pulse in my veins, sharper than the fatigue of endless nights and battles, sharper than the ache of my body that refused to feel any relief.“The Northern region…” Rydan began, his voice calm but heavy with weight, “was attacked by the Crescent Fangs. Their forces were stronger than anticipated. The werewolves had no choice but to retreat. They sought refuge here, in the Shallow Valleys, until we could reorganize.”I stopped walking. The world seemed to tilt slightly, not in disbelief, but in sheer incredulity. I turned toward him, eyes narrowed, voice sharp and biting.“How? How does an entire region, our Northern region, fall to a small pack? A handful of enemies? Explain that

The silence after my words didn’t feel empty.It felt… loaded.Like something unseen had shifted, like the air itself had leaned forward to listen, waiting to see who would break first.“I came because this ends now.”The sentence still echoed in my mind, steady and unyielding, even as the weight of their gazes pressed down on me.Selene was the first to move.Of course, she was.She stepped forward slowly, her expression unreadable at first glance, but I had learned enough to see past the surface. There was calculation in her eyes. Suspicion. And beneath that… something tighter.Fear.Not of me.But of what I might unravel.“Well,” she said softly, her voice almost pleasant, almost calm. “If that isn’t the boldest lie I’ve heard in a while.”I didn’t respond.I didn’t need to.Because this wasn’t about convincing her.It never was.Her gaze shifted to Clay, smooth, deliberate.“Alpha,” she said, her tone changing subtly, slipping into something softer, more controlled. “This is clear

Pain has a sound.I didn’t understand that before.Not truly.I thought pain was something you felt. Something that lived under your skin, behind your ribs, in the hollow spaces where fear and memory curled together.But I was wrong.Pain has a sound.And once you hear it enough… it never leaves you.Zira’s breathing had changed.That was the first thing I noticed after the screaming stopped.Not silence.Not relief.Just… change.Shallow. Controlled. Forced into something steady by sheer will alone.Zimora had stepped back, not because she was finished, but because she was satisfied. For now. She moved like someone savouring a meal, not rushing, not wasting anything.Selene lingered beside me, still watching, still measuring.And me?I stood there.Still.Quiet.But something inside me had shifted.Not broken.Shifted.At first, I thought it was anger.The same fire that had been burning in me since the moment I walked into Silvercrest. The same rage that clawed at my chest every tim

We left him in silence.Not the kind that fades gently or settles into something peaceful. This one followed us, stretched between every step like a thread pulled too tight, threatening to snap at any moment. Clay didn’t call me back. He didn’t stop me. But I could feel his gaze long after I turned away, like something unfinished hanging between us.Selene walked ahead, her posture composed, controlled, as if nothing we had said had touched her. But I had seen it. That flicker. That fracture. She was holding it together, but barely.Zimora lingered closer to me this time.Not behind.Not ahead.Beside.Curious.Watching.“You’re either very brave,” she said softly, “or very foolish.”“Maybe both,” I replied.She smiled slightly.“I hope it’s the second.”I didn’t answer.Because my attention had already shifted.Something or someone caught my eye just ahead, at the turn of the corridor.A shadow where there shouldn’t have been one.A figure half-hidden, half-still, like it didn’t want

War has a rhythm.You don’t hear it at first. You think it’s chaos, noise, blood and fury colliding without meaning. But once you’ve stood in the middle of it, once you’ve felt it move through you, you realise…It’s not chaos.It’s a pulse.And that day, as I stood at the edge of Silvercrest with the Darkbreeds behind me, I could feel it.Steady.Building.Waiting.I had come back for one thing.Not revenge.Not dominance.Not even justice.Zach.Everything else—Would burn if it had to.“Are you ready?” Krager’s voice came from beside me.I didn’t look at him.My eyes were fixed ahead, on the towering gates of Silvercrest, on the wolves already gathering beyond them, on the tension thickening the air like a storm about to break.“I’ve been ready,” I said.That wasn’t entirely true.No one is ever ready for war.But I was ready for this.For what had to be done.Behind me, the Darkbreeds shifted, their presence unlike anything Silvercrest had ever faced. They weren’t wolves. They didn