Lahat ng Kabanata ng Two Mates, One Destiny : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

FREYAThe elder stood in the doorway for a long moment, studying me with eyes that seemed to catalog every detail of my face, my posture, the way I held myself under his scrutiny. He was tall despite his age, his frame still carrying the echo of a warrior's build beneath the formal council robes. Silver hair fell past his shoulders in the old style, and deep lines carved his face into something that might have been handsome decades ago but had since hardened into something more intimidating. When he finally stepped fully into the room, he moved with the careful precision of a man who understood exactly how much space he commanded."Alpha Kendrick," he said, inclining his head just enough to acknowledge rank without surrendering any of his own authority. "Forgive the late arrival. The matter would not wait for morning."Kendrick's expression remained guarded. "Elder Matthias. It has been several years since you last visited Hamilton territory. I assume this is not a social call.""It i

FREYABy sunrise the whole packhouse had changed. No one spoke above a murmur. Guards stood at every entrance with their shoulders pulled tight and their hands too close to their weapons. The servants moved faster than usual, their eyes lowered, their faces pale with the kind of fear that spread before news had even fully settled. Three wolves missing. A hunter's mark burned into Hamilton territory. Even before anyone said it aloud, the mood in the house had shifted from caution to war.I was halfway down the main staircase when Kendrick's voice stopped me."Where do you think you're going?"He stood near the front doors in a black coat, gloves already pulled on, his expression closed off in that way powerful men wore when they had chosen action over sleep. Dante and Damien were beside him with a small group of trackers gathered near the entrance hall. Maps, weapons and scent cloths had been laid across a narrow table. No one looked pleased to see me dressed for the field."With you,"

FREYAI did not panic. Not at first. My training held for the space of three breaths while I scanned the trees and measured the distance back to where the smoke still drifted in pale threads between the trunks. Dante and Damien were somewhere behind that veil. So were the other wolves. All I had to do was retrace my steps and find them before the hunters found me.I turned and ran.The forest looked different from this angle. The boulders I had stumbled past were nowhere in sight. The ground sloped in a direction I did not remember climbing. Every tree looked the same, dark bark and low branches and shadow pooling beneath. I pushed harder, ignoring the ache in my legs and the sting of silver still clinging to the inside of my throat.A branch snapped to my right.I veered left without thinking. Another snap answered from that side, closer now, timed with my footsteps. They were herding me. The same way they had herded us at the ravine. The same way they had drawn us south along the cr

DANTEThe silver in my lungs burned like swallowed coals.I lay on my back in the churned mud of the ravine, staring up through the pine branches at a sky that had turned the color of bruised iron. Every breath scraped against my ribs. My wolf was snarling, thrashing against the chemical poison the hunters had sprayed into the clearing, desperate to stand, desperate to run, desperate to tear the throat out of every man who had laid a hand on her.Beside me, Damien was already on his knees.He looked terrible. Blood ran from a cut above his left eyebrow, mixing with rain and dirt on his cheek, and his hands trembled as he pushed himself up from the ground. His green eyes were wild, stripped bare of every bit of charm or ease he usually wore like armor. When he looked at me, there was no hostility left between us. Only the raw, bleeding hole where Freya was supposed to be."She is gone," Damien said. His voice broke on the words. "Dante. They took her."I forced myself up. The world til

FREYAThe iron poker felt heavy in my hands, the rough metal biting into my palms as I kept it raised between us. The fire popped behind me, spitting sparks against the stone hearth, but the heat at my back did nothing to warm the sudden chill in my veins."The Legend of Three," I repeated, forcing my voice to remain level. "You think a fairy tale makes you clever?"Adrian took a slow sip of his wine, watching me with amused condescension. "A fairy tale to common wolves who only know how to hunt, breed and die on their borders. To the royal bloodline, it is history. Very specific, very carefully preserved history."He set his glass down on the mantelpiece and began to pace the length of the hearth. His golden hair caught the firelight, casting long shadows across the tapestries on the wall. He moved with the fluid grace of a born predator, completely unbothered by the weapon in my hands."Four hundred years ago," Adrian said, his tone casual, as though he were delivering a lecture to