All Chapters of The Cruel Alpha Is My Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AriaI jolted up in bed, heart racing like it had been ripped out of my chest and thrown into the dark. At first, I didn’t know what had woken me. Everything felt wrong. Off. I blinked into the dark, the moonlight spilling through the window casting long shadows across the room. And then I heard screams.Not just any screams—panic. Pain. The unmistakable sound of warriors barking orders, growls, and something else… something deadly. I threw off the covers and rushed to the window. My breath caught in my throat. Fire. Down at the perimeter, the walls were in chaos, flames flickered high against the night, figures darted like shadows in battle. Steel clanged, and a deep wolf howl cut through the air.My chest tightened. That wasn’t just any fight. That was an invasion.I scrambled back, heart hammering. “No, no, no…”Then it hit me like a punch in the gut. Whitney. My sister.What date is this? Ah, we had agreed to this night, how the hell did I not remember at all?What if it's her?Th

DexterThe air was thick with blood and sweat, every breath a struggle. It felt like the world was pressing in on me, heavy and suffocating. My body was still sore, still bruised, but it was healing faster than I had expected, since after Aria marked me, even though we didn't complete our bond yet, it increased my senses.The fight raged around me. I was in the thick of it, surrounded by wolves Aria's sister had brought , and I was doing what I did best—fighting. Every move felt natural, like it was part of me. I tore through them one by one, blood splattering across my skin. The smell mixed with the adrenaline burning through my veins. It was chaos. Howls, growls, the sickening thud of bodies hitting the ground. The clash of claws against flesh. It was the sound of war.Anger built more inside of me, I had been too calm on their pack because of Aria but this fucking sudden attack knotted my insides. I hadn't expected this... Did they take my calmness for weakness?Then, something shi

AriaEverything happened too fast.I don’t know what the fuck made me run. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was something deeper clawing at my chest the second I heard his voice, his groan—low and broken—as if the air had been knocked straight out of him. My feet moved before I could think. I pushed past the soldiers, ignored Whitney’s barking orders, ignored the goddamn blood splattered across the trees.The sound of blades clashing, claws tearing through flesh, the screams—some of rage, some of death—they all faded into the background when I saw him.Dexter.He was on the ground.Fucking hell. Blood—thick, dark—was gushing from his mouth, pouring down his chin and neck, soaking into the dirt below him like the forest had decided to drink him alive. His hands were trembling, still trying to push himself up, but his arms gave out and he collapsed again.“Dex—” My voice cracked.That’s when I saw Whitney. She was already moving toward him, her boots crunching on the gravel and twigs, gu

AriaI didn’t leave that bed for three days.I couldn’t.Not because anyone told me not to, not because I was tied down or locked in—I just didn’t have the strength. My body felt like it had been drained of blood, my bones hollowed out and packed with guilt. I laid there, staring up at the ceiling, motionless… except for the constant twitch in my fingers, like they were itching to do something, anything—grab his face, touch his chest, scream into his skin that I was sorry. That I didn’t mean it. That I didn’t want to walk away. That I didn’t want to choose Whitney over him.But I did.I fucking did.And I hated myself for it.The air in the room was heavy and stale. I could hear muffled voices down the hall, but they all blurred together—no words, just sound, like static crashing against my eardrums. Nothing reached me. Not the food someone knocked and left by the door. Not the texts piling up on my phone. Not even the damn daylight forcing its way through the curtains each morning.I

AriaI sat by the window that evening, watching the sun bleed into the trees. The sky looked like it had been set on fire, all soft golds and burning oranges, but I couldn’t feel any of its warmth. I just felt cold. Heavy. Like the air pressing against my skin was trying to keep me still.The window was cracked open and the sounds outside drifted in—boots hitting gravel, low voices from the training grounds, the sharp, rhythmic thump of weapons meeting wood. They were living their lives, the warriors, the pack. Like everything was fine. Like nothing had broken. Like I hadn’t walked away from the only man I’d ever truly loved.I hated how quiet it was inside. It gave too much space for my thoughts.The couch cushion dipped beside me, and I didn’t have to look to know it was Whitney. Her scent always arrived first—pine and mint, strong and grounding, always so... sure of itself. Unlike me."You didn't eat again," she said, not accusing. Just observing.I shrugged. "Wasn't hungry."She w