All Chapters of The Alpha’s Sanctuary: His Forbidden Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lena's POVIt was Adaeze who found him.She had gone out on a solo reconnaissance run three days after we regrouped, the kind of run that nobody officially sanctioned but nobody stopped either because Adaeze grieving looked like Adaeze working and working was how she processed things. She came back with dirt on her boots and a look on her face that was complicated in a way that made me put down what I was doing and give her my full attention."You need to come see something," she said.I followed her without asking questions. Darion fell in behind us automatically, which was something he did when his instincts told him a situation might need more than one person's judgment.She led us six blocks east of the safe house to a condemned building that had been condemned before the invasion and was now additionally damaged by the kind of structural stress that happened when two ancient sources of power had a disagreement nearby. The ground floor was open to the street in two places where wa

Lena's POVCassia asked me to walk with her the morning after the rescue and I said yes before she finished asking because Cassia did not request walks without a reason and I had been waiting for her to be ready to say whatever she had been holding back since the war council.We went two blocks from the safe house to a small courtyard that had belonged to something civic before the invasion and now belonged to nobody, which made it as private as anywhere in the city these days. She sat on a low wall and I sat beside her and she looked at the sky for a moment the way very old people sometimes looked at things, like they were locating themselves in time before they started talking."I was there when the seal was built," she said. "I have told you that. What I have not told you is what I saw in the years before it."I waited."The Fae and the mortal world coexisted for a long time before the sealing," she said. "Not peacefully. Not always. But coexisted. What changed was not the Fae them

Lena's POVI gave him one day.Not because I had decided to shortchange him on the two I had promised. Because on the evening of the first day Ronan's replacement in the intelligence network, a quiet woman named Bea who had been running courier routes since week two, came back from her sweep with numbers that changed the calculation in a way that made two days feel like a luxury we were going to cost other people.Three more communities fell in the northern district. The Fae advance was accelerating again, the friction our resistance operations had introduced wearing thinner as the Fae forces adapted their patterns to account for it. The guerrilla approach had bought weeks and the weeks had mattered and they were running out.I sat with that information in the planning room after everyone else had gone to sleep and I made the decision cleanly and without drama because dramatic decisions were for people who had more time than I did.Then I went back to the room and watched Darion sleep

Lena's POVKieran's hand came down and the world went white.Not from the impact. From something hitting Kieran from the side a half second before his power reached me, a force that came from the eastern approach with enough velocity that even Kieran staggered, one step sideways, and the strike that had been aimed at me went wide and hit the ground instead and the ground cracked open in a line three feet long from the point of contact.I looked up.Darion was between us.He had shifted back to human mid-run from the look of it, still breathing hard, and he had put himself in the space between me and Kieran with the complete physical certainty of someone who had made a decision that was not a decision, that was just the only thing his body knew how to do when it understood the alternative.Behind him the eastern approach was full of people.Not a small team. Everyone. Marcus and Reuben and Adaeze and Cassia and Sable and Drea and Obi and Tormund moving with the careful deliberate pace

Lena and Darion POVsThe world was different from inside the merge.Not visually. Not in any way that would have been visible to the people watching from the edges of the cleared space. But from inside it everything had a quality of simultaneity that did not exist when you were one person looking out of one set of eyes. We saw the gateway and Kieran and the battle behind us and the threshold architecture and the resistance fighters and the pale wrong light of the Fae realm bleeding through the open gate all at once, not sequentially, not by shifting attention from one thing to another, but all of it present in awareness at the same time without any of it crowding the rest.This was what it meant to be one thing with two sources.Kieran came at us fast.Faster than he had moved against Lena alone, faster than he had moved against Darion in the hollow, the speed of someone who had assessed the new situation and concluded that fast was better than measured. His power arrived before he di