Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Who Killed My Family Is My Mate: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The second rogue wasn’t just fast; he was deliberate, a predator moving through shadows, testing us. I felt Kael’s presence behind me, solidly and unyieldingly, his silver eyes flicking over every movement, every flicker of intent in the rogue’s stance. My heartbeat thudded in my chest, the mate bond pulsing like wildfire, my wolf clawing at my ribs, demanding action, yet I stayed planted, tethered by Kael’s unspoken command. Branches snapped underfoot, leaves rustled overhead, and the torches flickered shadows across the forest floor. Every sound amplified; every rustle screamed a threat. I shifted slightly, watching the rogue’s eyes glinting steel in torchlight, calculating, amused. My hands tightened into fists. My wolf snarled, instinct screaming to leap, strike, destroy. Kael’s hand brushed my shoulder, a silent restraint, claiming me without touch. I couldn’t move without his permission. That alone made my pulse spike.“Circle them,” Kael’s voice cut through the night. The warr

Kael guided me through the narrow path between thick trees, his hand lightly pressing against the small of my back. My pulse throbbed in my ears, the mate-bond flaring, yet my instincts refused to yield. He moved like a shadow, silent and immovable, and I obeyed. not because I trusted him, not yet. But because I had no choice. “Stay close,” he murmured, voice low, carrying over the soft crunch of leaves beneath our boots. Not a command. An anchor. I swallowed, trying to calm the wolf snarling beneath my skin. Behind us, the Nightfang warriors fell into line, their presence steady, disciplined. The forest around us felt smaller, heavier, shadows creeping like living things along the trunks, whispering of unseen eyes. I tightened my fists, feeling the ache of suppressed rage. rage at Kael for letting me survive the night of Silvercrest, for letting me walk freely in his territory, for making me question everything I thought I knew about him. “Why here?” I finally asked. My throat bur

Magnus’s POV“Two years,” Magnus snapped, his voice cutting through the dim, torchlit hall. “Two years, and she’s still alive!”The spy before him swallowed hard, kneeling on the cold stone floor. “Alpha… the girl… she…she survived. Our scouts—”“Survived?” Magnus’s silver eyes flared, ice meeting fire. His fist slammed the table between them, rattling the cups and maps. “Survived? Do you have any idea what that means? She should have been mine the night Silvercrest burned to the ground!”The spy flinched. “We did everything as you instructed, Alpha. Every perimeter monitored, every pass accounted for, and yet—”“Yet what?” Magnus cut in, pacing, every movement sharply, deliberately, a predator on the hunt. “She’s alive. Two years of planning, two years of patience, and your oversight allowed her to breathe, to move, to grow stronger.” His voice was low, dangerous, each word a blade.The spy bowed further, whispering, “Forgive me, Alpha. We underestimated her. Her skill… It’s unlike a

“Have you noticed the eastern patrol hasn’t reported yet?” Faolan’s voice was sharp, low enough that only I could hear over the whispering wind threading through the trees. She crouched beside me, ears twitching, nostrils flaring as if catching secrets I couldn’t.I followed her gaze toward the ridge. “They left two hours ago. They should have circled back by now.” My pulse ticked faster. not fear exactly, but anticipation, that prickling sense of an imbalance I couldn’t ignore. I had spent two years sharpening instincts like this. Every missing step mattered.Lilith padded closer, her boots silent. “I saw Donovan double back earlier. Something was off. He didn’t look right.” She frowned, eyes narrowing, lips pressing together. “You think it’s scouts? Or…” Her voice trailed, leaving the thought unfinished. I shook my head slowly. “Something’s happening, but it’s not obvious. Not yet. Observe first.” I crouched lower, scanning the sparse foliage, noting every branch out of place, ever

Alpha Kael’s POV “Seal the eastern pass immediately.” The order left my mouth before the body of the fallen warrior had even been lifted from the ground.Rylan did not hesitate. He turned toward the waiting wolves, his voice carrying across the clearing.“You heard him. Eastern pass should be closed, now! Double the patrols on the ridge and move the relay posts back to the lower trail.” The warriors scattered immediately, boots striking hard against the packed earth as they moved to their mounts. Nightfang did not waste time with confusion. Orders were given once and followed without argument.That was the difference between a pack that survived and one that didn’t.I watched the riders disappear into the trees before turning back to the table where the patrol markers lay scattered.The relay wolf had died with his blood still on his hands. And his last words had not left my mind. “They knew our route.”Rylan stepped beside me, his expression grim as he adjusted one of the markers