All Chapters of Mated To My Alpha Prince Stepbrother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The estate glowed under silver light. The moon wasn’t full tonight, just shy of it, hanging like a curved blade in the indigo sky, but the Moonridge pack never wasted a reason to gather. Lanterns lined the courtyard, each flame swaying softly in the wind. Laughter drifted between clusters of guests, mingling with the smell of roasted meat and wildflower wine. The half-moon celebration, as they called it, was meant to honor balance, light and shadow in harmony. But for Amanda, nothing about her life lately felt balanced. She stood near the edge of the gathering, her hands clasped together as she watched Celeste chat politely with a pair of older women of the pack. Across the courtyard, Skylar was talking with a group of warriors, his dark hair glinting faintly in the torchlight. Every so often, she felt his gaze find hers, when it did, she had to look away. It wasn’t like before, not the raw tension or open pain. It was quieter now, subtler. A fragile thread of understanding that neith

The first thing Amanda felt was the ache in her skull, then came the cold. Her fingers brushed against damp leaves and rough earth, her body sprawled awkwardly on the forest floor. When she tried to move, pain shot through her arms, dull, heavy, as if she’d been asleep for years. The air smelled of moss and smoke. Somewhere close by, water dripped steadily, rhythmic as a heartbeat. And then, voices, two men. She recognized their scents before their words, wolves, but not Moonridge. "…I’m telling you, we should just take her straight to the drop point as we planned", one hissed. "The longer we wait, the riskier this gets." "Drop point?", the other man’s voice was younger, softer. "You mean the edge of the territory crawling with rogues? You really think Tessa thought this through?" "She gave us an order." "She’s sixteen!" "Seventeen", the older man, Malik, corrected flatly. "And she’s her father’s daughter. You know what happens to people who fail Rufus’s bloodline." Amanda’s p

Chaos had a sound, some might think it didn't, but it did. A sound that pulsed through the walls of the Blackthorne estate like a living thing. The sound of hurried footsteps, shouted orders, the faint, choked sobs of a mother who’d run out of tears. In short, Moonridge was in turmoil and rightly so because Amanda Hale was gone. Every hall of the mansion bore the echo of her name, servants calling it softly like a prayer, warriors growling it like a curse. The search had started just after dawn, when Skylar broke into her empty room and raised the alarm. Now, it had expanded far beyond the estate grounds. "Search the east side of the estate again!", Samuel’s voice boomed through the courtyard. The lines on his face were sharper now, his eyes shadowed. "If she’s out there, I want her found before nightfall. Do you hear me? Before nightfall!" "Yes, Alpha!", voices chorused before scattering into the forest. Celeste stood nearby, her hands trembling as she wrung her shawl. Her eyes w

The world was silver at dawn, the kind of cold, shimmering light that blurred the line between dreams and waking. Mist coiled low across the forest floor, wrapping around Amanda's ankles as she stumbled through it, guided by two grim-faced rogue men. They didn’t speak, neither did she. The taller one glanced back at her once, his expression tight. "Our Alpha says this is where we leave you." Amanda’s voice came out hoarse, weak. "You mean my father", she pointed out. He flinched, unsure how to respond, then simply nodded and stepped back. The other man handed her a threadbare cloak. "You might want to cover up. If any patrols spot you first…" Amanda pulled the cloak tighter around her shoulders, every muscle aching. "You don’t have to warn me", she said stiffly. The taller rogue hesitated again, looking like he wanted to say something, but then turned away. "Good luck, Silver Wolf", was all he said finally and then they were gone, melting into the trees like shadows that never

The dungeon beneath Moonridge Estate was cold and dimly lit, its stone walls breathing out the scent of damp earth and fear. The torches flickered as two figures sat chained to opposite pillars: Malik and his younger partner. Hours had passed since their capture and neither of them had spoken a word. The guards had tried growling threats, cold silence, even intimidation tactics, but the men remained stone-faced. Malik stared straight ahead, jaw clenched, his silence defiant. Then Samuel entered. The Alpha’s footsteps echoed across the stone floor, measured and deliberate. His presence alone shifted the air, heavy with power and authority. Behind him came Marco, eyes like flint, and two guards who lingered at the door. Samuel didn’t speak at first. He merely looked at the men, one by one, and when he finally did, his voice was calm, controlled and dangerous. "You’ve been caught within my borders and you’re accused of trespassing, attacking a member of my pack, and abduction. That’s en