All Chapters of The Cruel Alpha Is My Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AriaI woke up feeling quite horrible, my head was pounding so much that I thought it's going to burst open. The bed felt heavy to my body, my skin was burning hot, yet I shivered under the thin blanket. As I tried to sit up, my arms just collapsed in on themselves."Fuck…" I croaked out; my throat was so dry that I could barely make a noise.I didn't remember how many days or weeks I was in this godforsaken room. All I knew was that nobody cared- not him, not the maids, no one.I pulled myself to the edge of the bed to try and stand up, but the minute I did, my knees buckled. I slammed to the cold floor, cheek pressed to it, tears threatening to sting out of my eyes from the loneliness that was killing me inside, the tears were not from pain, I was used to that.I was stuck in this room like a prisoner that nobody had any interest in. Fever was eating away at me, but there wasn't any energy in my body to make a sound.A tap on the door. For a moment, my heart shot into my throat. May

AriaI knew exactly what I wanted to do.The anger inside me wasn’t fading — it was getting worse. Every fucking night, I laid in that cold room, thinking about him. About Dexter. About Sophia’s smug face. About how he hadn’t even come once to check if I was dead or alive. And that little girl, Peggy, risked everything to keep me alive. I didn’t ask for kindness, but I got it from a child. While my supposed mate couldn’t even spare a glance.It suddenly felt like every loss was crashing back in.I couldn’t take it anymore. I had been weak for too long. My parents didn’t deserve to die like that, and I didn’t deserve to rot here in silence. He took everything from me. He broke me. He humiliated me. He tossed me aside like garbage. I wanted him to hurt. I wanted him to taste fear.I waited until midnight. My body was still weak, but my mind was sharp. I wrapped a shawl tightly around myself and slipped out of the room. The hallways were quiet, the guards nowhere near this wing. I knew t

AriaWhatever the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I have to go and kiss him like that? For what? To prove to her that the goddess indeed paired us... Even though she was going to be his Luna, I am his mate.Hahh. You really have gone insane, Aria.I scoffed at my own stupidity as I stomped toward my room. My body was hot with anger—at myself, at him, at fucking Sophia. The way she stood there, claiming him like he was hers, like I wasn’t even a fucking factor. My fingers clenched into fists. I needed to disappear.The moment I entered my room, something felt off. The drawer of my small cabinet was slightly open. My stomach twisted. I didn’t remember leaving it like that.Then I saw her.Peggy.She was just dropping the bottle back, her small hands moving fast as she shut the drawer. Her eyes snapped to mine, wide with horror.My breath caught in my throat."What the hell are you doing?" My voice came out sharper than I intended.Peggy's hands shot behind her back like a child caught s

DexterThe stench of blood and burning flesh clung to the air like a second skin. The battlefield—if that’s what you could call the wasteland of mangled bodies—was finally silent. Three fucking days of fighting, no food, barely any rest. Just steel against flesh, gunpowder thick in the wind, the cries of rogues as we cut them down before they could breach our borders. They had been desperate this time, coming in waves, clawing at any opening they could find. But they were fucking fools.Our weapons—our fucking secret advantage—ripped through them like they were nothing. No pack in this goddamn region had firepower like us. And the rogues? They didn’t stand a fucking chance.Rio let out a sharp exhale beside me, rolling his shoulder as he surveyed the bodies littering the forest floor. “They’re retreating,” he muttered, voice rough from days of barking orders. “Fucking finally.”I said nothing, wiping the blood off my blade. My body was sore, exhaustion weighed down on my bones, but it

AriaPeggy was back to her usual self, at least on the surface. Her laughter had returned, her steps were lighter, and she filled every room with the same chatter that made the maid house feel alive. But I could see it, the flicker of something unsettled in her eyes. Trauma had a way of lingering, even when wounds healed. She still clung to me more than before, as if being close to me meant safety. I didn’t mind. If anything, it made me more determined.She still smiles at me like before, the shocking thing is, she kept it from her mother that the Wolfsbane was in the drink she had in my room. The woman would hate me and that would mean I lost the only people who looked my way.The sun had begun to dip as I made my way back from the maid house. The path was familiar now, every step woven into my daily routine. The main house loomed ahead, elegant and cold, always feeling like enemy territory. No matter how many times I walked through those doors, it never felt like home. Not yet.Step