All Chapters of The Alpha's Lost Mate.: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Miriam had flour on her sleeve, a half-finished seating chart pinned to the kitchen wall, and Vivienne standing over her shoulder offering opinions Miriam had not, strictly speaking, asked for. She found herself, three days before the wedding, genuinely unable to remember the last time she'd laughed this much while also being this exhausted."You've put Halvard at the same table as Corvin," Vivienne observed, studying the chart with a critical eye. "I don't believe those two have ever exchanged a single friendly word in their lives.""They'll manage for one dinner," Miriam said, though she was already reaching for the pin to move it regardless."They will not manage," Vivienne said. "Corvin still hasn't forgiven Halvard for some grazing dispute from a decade ago that I've heard recounted at three separate council sessions since. Put him near Alpha Ferris instead. Ferris finds him tedious, but tolerates him considerably better.""You have an entire mental map of who tolerates whom," Mi

Lena Marsh checked the sleek black watch strapped tightly to her left wrist. She had exactly four minutes before the wedding ceremony officially began in the estate's private courtyard, and she was currently using every single one of those precious seconds standing near the side entrance, listening to Torsten explain, in a hushed, utterly mortified rush, precisely how an external courier delivering his personal wedding gift had nearly turned around at the front gate."I told him the delivery window clearly, well before noon," Torsten said, his hands moving in tight, anxious gestures as he glanced nervously back toward the sunlit garden, where the small gathering of close friends and family was already settling into their designated seats. "He arrived an hour early instead, and the gate staff, quite reasonably, didn't want to disrupt anything by letting an unscheduled commercial vehicle through during the private ceremony itself. I came ahead specifically to sort it out quietly, before

Vivienne Steele sat at her polished mahogany desk in the estate's study, a thick, slate-gray folder spread open before her. Her laptop's soft glow illuminated the late-evening shadows in the room, but her attention kept drifting back to the short, encrypted message still visible on her phone screen. She adjusted her reading glasses and slowly reread the dense paragraphs for a third time. With each passing minute, the heavy wave of initial alarm that had gripped her chest earlier that afternoon gradually receded, leaving behind a profound sense of relief.A soft tap on the open doorway interrupted the silence. Lena Marsh stood in the threshold, her usual tactical posture relaxed, though her jeans and linen shirt were still faintly dusted with dark garden soil from an earlier afternoon spent working among the basil plants with Rowan."You look like you're working through something heavy," Lena said, leaning against the doorframe before walking in.Vivienne looked up, offering a faint,

Gerald Steele sat near the small window of his study as the twilight hours deepened, staring at the dimly lit screen of his phone. The notification had arrived quietly, a text message forwarded directly from Halvard. It was a careful transcription of a conversation Halvard had recently shared with Rosalind, and Gerald found himself reading through the lines three separate times before the full weight of her hesitation finally sank into his mind.In the text, Halvard explained that Rosalind had spoken to him in a moment of quiet confidence, expressing a wish she had been too timid to bring to Gerald herself. She mentioned, quite shyly, that she would love to meet Ethan properly sometime. She said she had heard so much about the boy through Gerald’s letters over the recent months, about his meticulous care for the garden tomatoes, his fascinated exploration with the brass compass, his growing control over the flicker, and everything else in between. Yet, as Halvard noted, she had not

Sophie woke before Dominic did, which rarely happened anymore. She lay still for a moment, simply listening to the quiet, unhurried sound of his breathing beside her. With a small, private smile, she remembered that the envelope from the night before had turned out to be nothing more than a warmly anonymous note from someone in the wider pack. Unsigned out of shyness rather than mystery, the note had thanked the family for what their honesty over the past year had taught the whole community about second chances. She had read it twice by candlelight before finally letting herself sleep, moved rather than alarmed, and had tucked it carefully into the drawer of Richard's old drafting table to keep."You're awake," Dominic murmured, his voice thick with sleep, without opening his eyes."Barely," Sophie said softly. "I've been lying here thinking.""About the note?""About everything," Sophie said. "The note included, but mostly just everything. Yesterday. This past year. All of it."Domi