Semua Bab The Alpha's Abandoned Mate : Bab 101 - Bab 110

“Where is he?” Sienna’s voice cut through the cold air as she stepped over the broken arrow lodged in the dirt. Her boots crushed frost-rimmed leaves, and the scouts behind her exchanged looks, none willing to answer, none brave enough to lie.“Your Majesty… we don’t know,” one finally whispered.“You do,” she said sharply, crouching to touch the arrow’s shaft. It wasn’t just broken. It was crushed in the center as if something powerful had snapped it with two fingers. “This didn’t fall by accident. Someone destroyed it.”Another scout cleared his throat. “There were… tracks. Not normal ones.”She stood. “Show me.”They led her to the edge of the pines, where the air always tasted of iron and moonlight. The trees were tall and ancient, the kind that remembered wars older than any living wolf. A silver-burned sigil was carved deep into the first tree trunk, a spiral of power, melted into the wood.Sienna’s breath caught. “He was here.”The scouts backed away. They always did when the t

“Tell me that isn’t smoke,” Sienna said quietly, her voice barely a breath, yet every soldier around her stiffened the moment they heard it. She didn’t raise her head. She didn’t need to. The scent had already reached her, burnt wood, melted stone, blood drying too fast in heat that should not exist at night.“It’s not just smoke,” Colonel Thane answered, stepping closer to her. His tone held the kind of restraint men used when delivering terrible news to someone who could break the earth open with one command. “The lower city is burning. The rebels made their move earlier than we expected.”“And the Moon Court?” she asked, finally lifting her gaze toward the Citadel gates.He hesitated.She turned fully to him. “Thane. Answer me.”“They’re surrounded.”The words landed like weight on her chest, but she didn’t flinch. She moved forward without permission, without guards calling her back, without the council whispering their doubts behind her. The flames licking the horizon reflected i

“Ryder… don’t.” Her voice trembled in the cold air, the last thread holding her together as the world burned around them. She didn’t shout it. She didn’t command it. She whispered it like a memory she was terrified to lose, and the sound stopped him far more effectively than any blade could.He froze mid-strike, the edge of his weapon catching the faint glow of the fractured moon above them. Smoke curled behind him from the fallen courtyard, fires licking the broken stones, but his eyes, wild, haunted, hungry, slowly lifted to hers.“Sienna,” he breathed, as if he had spent a lifetime starving for her name.Neither moved at first. Not the guards cowering on the edges of the ruined plaza. Not the wind carrying ash between them. Not even the pulse beneath their skin that remembered what they refused to speak aloud. The only movement was the slow, uncertain lowering of Ryder’s blade, as if surrendering cost him more than blood.“You came back for this?” he asked, his voice low, almost un

“Say it,” she whispered, breath shaking as if the night itself demanded the truth from them.Ryder didn’t move at first. Didn't blink. Didn’t breathe. He stood in front of her like a man fearing that even the wind brushing between them could break whatever fragile space held them together. His voice rose rough, pulled from somewhere he had buried beneath guilt, longing, and the jagged ruins of every moment he had tried to keep himself away from her. “Say what, Sienna?” he asked, though the question trembled with the weight of a man who already knew the answer and was terrified of hearing it spoken aloud.She stepped closer. Not enough to touch him, but enough that the air shifted between their bodies, enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin brush the cold edges of his restraint. “That you didn’t stop,” she murmured. “That you didn’t forget me. That you didn’t bury it like you tried to pretend you could.”He exhaled sharply, as if the words cut deeper than any blade between th

“Ryder, get up,” Sienna whispered fiercely, gripping his shoulders as the last echo of the goddess’s presence bled into the night like poisoned mist.He staggered but didn’t fall, breath shuddering as he fought the curse tearing through him. “She’s still here,” he rasped, voice strained and jagged. “I feel her. I feel her inside my skull. Sienna, we need to move.”“Then move with me,” she said, pulling him despite the tremor in her own limbs. “The Citadel is burning. Zane’s soldiers will sweep through these ruins any second. If they find you like this, ”“They’ll kill me,” he finished. “Or worse, drag you down trying.”She didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. War cries cracked through the night like splintering bone, carried by the wind along with the distant roar of collapsing towers. Smoke blurred the horizon. Embers rained like dying stars. The lower city was swallowed in chaos, the screams rolling like thunder up the hillside toward the old temple grounds where they stood.Ryder wiped bl