All Chapters of The Alpha's Abandoned Mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Do you see them, Zane? They’re starving for a leader who isn’t afraid to spill a little blood.”Renna’s voice carried across the cracked stone platform where the Council once held trials. Her heels echoed sharply as she walked in front of the crowd, her dark hair glinting under the torches the rebels had driven into the old marble floor. Her smile was too calm for the chaos rising around her, a smile that curled like smoke around the edges of fear.Zane watched her from the throne he’d dragged from the Council’s private chamber, a tall carved seat that was now chipped, smeared with dirt, and tilted slightly as if resisting its new master. His jaw flexed as Renna’s words rippled through the hall. She knew exactly how to make a crowd lean forward. She’d always known.“You’re stirring them too fast,” Zane muttered, though he didn’t step down. “Fear spreads like wildfire. Hard to control once you let it loose.”Renna laughed softly. “I’m not afraid of flames. You forget who lit the first

“Tell me you weren’t followed,” Jarek murmured as soon as she stepped beneath the fallen archway, his voice low and tense, the moonlight catching the harsh angles of his face. He always looked carved from stone , a broad-shouldered fighter with deep brown skin, scarred hands, and eyes that never stopped scanning the shadows, as though expecting death to rise from them.“If I had been,” Sienna replied, drawing back her hood, “you would not be standing so close.”“You assume I fear discovery,” he shot back, but there was the faintest twitch of relief in his expression.“Not discovery,” she said. “Execution.”The second rebel stepped out from behind a pillar of cracked marble, his footsteps almost inaudible. Younger than Jarek, wiry, restless, his blond hair tied back with a strip of leather, he regarded her with a mixture of awe and disbelief , the way men looked at fire when they weren’t sure whether to bow to it or run from it.“You shouldn’t be here, Your Majesty,” he whispered. “If

“Is this really the life you chose, Renna, creeping around like a ghost in the ruins of the Council?” Elder Theron’s voice curled through the abandoned chamber long before his figure emerged, its sound cold enough to slither along the stone walls and settle in the corners like a stain. Renna stepped into the pool of faint blue torchlight, her steps sharp and elegant, the echo of her heels a deliberate declaration of presence rather than caution. Her dark hair spilled around her shoulders in a controlled cascade, and her eyes gleamed with the kind of hunger that made even seasoned leaders uneasy.She tilted her head in amusement, letting the torchlight kiss the sharp lines of her cheekbones. “Theron, darling, if I wanted to hide, you would never find me. Besides, ghosts don’t scheme. They haunt. I prefer the former.” Her voice was honey dipped in venom, controlled, seductive, calculated. She approached him slowly, allowing the silence to stretch around them like a taut thread waiting t

“Why are you following me?”Ryder’s voice cut through the cold air, low and sharp, directed at the wolves trailing silently behind him through the pines. He didn’t stop walking. He didn’t need to. The authority in his tone rippled through the trees like the snap of an unseen whip, and the wolves hesitated, their paws shifting over the pine needles in uncertainty.One of them, a tall, grey-furred nomad with scars across his snout, stepped forward cautiously. “We… we weren’t following, Alpha. We were just, ”Ryder turned his head slightly, enough for the edge of his cracked mask to catch the moonlight. The wolf’s words died on his tongue. Ryder didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t bare his teeth. He simply stood there, radiating a pressure they could feel in their bones.“Don’t call me that,” he said, the words quiet but unmistakably dangerous.The nomad swallowed. “What should we call you, then?”“Nothing.” Ryder resumed walking, the forest swallowing his footsteps, the mask hiding every

“Let them in,” Sienna said, her voice low as she watched the line of trembling figures approach the camp gates. The torches flickered in the wind, throwing long shadows across the stone path, and for a single breath the night felt too still, too controlled, as though the darkness itself was holding something back. Her guards glanced at one another warily, waiting for the smallest shift in her expression, but she kept her posture steady, her face unreadable. “They’re refugees. We don’t turn them away.”“Refugees don’t walk this clean, my Queen,” Eamon murmured under his breath. “And they don’t smell of mint and steel.”Sienna didn’t look at him. “We help them.”One of the women at the front collapsed to her knees, sobbing loudly as she reached both hands toward Sienna. “Please,” she gasped. “They burned our homes. They, they took our children. We have nowhere else to go.”Sienna moved closer, the silver embroidery of her cloak catching the dim light. “You’ll be safe here,” she said gen