Semua Bab The Cruel Alpha Is My Mate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

DexterI woke up like every other damn day—no alarm, just my own body clock reminding me that peace didn’t exist in this house.My shirt was half off, blanket tangled around my legs, and the spot beside me? Cold. Empty.Sophia must’ve slept in the guest room again. Not that I gave a shit.I sat up, rubbed my face, and cracked my neck. Another day of bullshit politics, fake smiles, and people pretending they weren’t two seconds away from stabbing each other. I ran my hand through my hair, let out a long breath, then got up and pulled on a shirt.Downstairs was quiet.Too quiet.Even in a packhouse with guards stationed at every damn door, maids doing rounds, and people coming and going like clockwork—there was still a hum. A presence. A movement.But not today.I stepped into the hallway, nodding at the guard stationed by the stairs. He bowed his head quickly.“Alpha.”“Any shit I need to know about?”“No, Alpha. All clear.”“Good. Keep it that way.”I walked past him and took the long

AriaI heard the knock, soft and controlled. A little too calm, considering the storm always brewing between us. It was early—maybe not yet eight. I was still sitting in bed, legs drawn up, blanket bunched around my waist. I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. The door creaked open anyway, like it always did when it was him.Dexter.He stepped in like he owned the air, shutting the door behind him without a word. His presence filled the room before he even took a breath. Calm. Cold. Controlled. The kind of calm that made my skin itch. The kind of cold that always followed him around, like he dragged winter into every space he entered.I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even look at him. My eyes stayed locked on the phone on the bedside drawer—his phone. The one he handed me each morning now. It started a few days ago. I’d asked—no, demanded—to speak with Whitney, and instead of the usual growl or refusal, he’d just handed it over. No fuss. No threat. Just handed it to me like he was some pa

DexterI saw them before they saw me.From across the yard, past the training grounds, Aria stood with Rio. Laughing. Genuinely laughing. Her body wasn’t stiff like it usually was. She wasn't guarding herself like she did around everyone else—including me. And Rio... he wasn’t his usual tight-lipped, unbothered self either. He actually looked like he was trying to talk to her, not at her. It wasn’t the usual hostility I was used to seeing from him when her name came up.It made me slow down.Not because I was angry. Not because I was jealous. Just... surprised.Rio hated Aria. At least, that’s what he made sure everyone believed. He was one of the loudest voices against her being here when we took her in. Said she was dangerous. Said I was being reckless. I remember him snapping in my face once, telling me I was risking our pack for a girl who didn’t belong.And now he was standing there... talking to her. And she was laughing. Actually laughing.I hadn’t seen her like that in weeks.

DexterCoincidence? Hardly, something like that could never be a coincidence.Aria wasn’t clumsy. I’d watched her. Every move she made was calculated, quiet. She moved like someone trained to disappear into corners, not someone who randomly tripped and fell down stairs. And now? Now she was limping around like someone ran over her leg and everyone was calling it a fucking accident?Bullshit.I didn’t say anything that night. I didn’t lose my temper. I didn’t yell. I just watched.When she stood up from the couch and tried to walk, I saw it—she winced. She didn’t want me to see it, but I did. That’s when I’d told her to follow me, and I didn't ask. I didn’t care if she wanted to or not.She didn’t argue. That told me everything I needed to know.And now here I was, standing in the hall outside the healer’s wing, hands folded behind my back like I was calm. I wasn’t. My blood had been boiling since I saw the bruises forming on her back, her shoulder, the angry swelling around her ankle.

DexterI felt her.Not in the casual sense. Not in a way I could shake off or pretend didn’t matter. It hit me deep in my bones—right through the mark we once shared. The bond I thought had dulled over time snapped tight around my chest, choking me with the weight of her distress.I was pacing the fucking living room when it started. That unbearable pull. My skin prickled, and I swear, I could smell her from miles away. Not just her usual scent—but something more dangerous, more intense.Heat.My cock stirred immediately like a damn traitor, hardening in my pants before my brain could even catch up.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair.I shouldn’t go to her. I knew that.She made it clear—no more fucking, no more sneaking around, not after I got married. But this—this wasn’t just lust. It was something primal, something feral. Her wolf was calling out to me. Screaming for me. And mine? He was already halfway out the fucking door.I tried. I tried to resi