Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S GREATEST MISTAKE : Bab 1 - Bab 8

Sera's Pov My back slammed into the concrete wall, the impact barely registering over the pain ripping through my chest. A broken groan escaped me. Not again. I grabbed my thigh, nails digging into denim, trying to anchor myself before it felt like my soul tore clean out of my body. My lungs refused to cooperate. Every breath came sharp and shallow, as though invisible hands had wrapped around my throat. The rain from last night's storm had turned the ground into slick mud, swimming in and out of focus beneath my boots. How many times has this happened now? Forty? Fifty? I'd stopped counting after the first dozen. The mate bond wasn't some beautiful blessing the elders loved to romanticize. It was an iron chain forged between two souls. When one strayed, the other bled. And I was bleeding. Cedarwood. Rain-soaked pine. Caden. My Alpha. My mate. My husband. The scents should have grounded me. Instead, another smell crashed into them, thick and suffocating. Jasmine. Cheap

Sera's Pov "Months," I said, my voice dangerously level. I watched as he just went back to the bottle of whiskey and poured another glass. I didn't know if I should be angry or if I should cry over how unbothered he was. "You've been drafting legal terms while lying next to me in my bed every night?" Caden arched an eyebrow, completely unfazed by the icy shift in my demeanor. "Don't make this dramatic, Sera. Just pick up the pen and sign. The terms are non-negotiable." He picked up the pen and pointed it at me. "Non-negotiable!" I repeated, walking slowly toward the desk. I looked at the silver pen, then up into his hollow gray eyes. "You strip me of my title, my home, and my son, and you call it a legal logistics check?" The tears were threatening to fall again. *What did I ever do to him?* "What did I ever do to you?" "I call it managing an asset that no longer yields a profit," Caden said, crossing his arms over his bare chest. He leaned back against the desk and inhaled d

Sera's POVWe walked into a vault filled with equipment and surgical tools. I saw a few individuals inside the room wearing surgical uniforms; I guessed they must be her assistants.I had lots of questions, but they could wait. I was sure she had the answers for me."Lie down, Sera," Maren said, gesturing toward the heavy titanium slab in the center of the reinforced vault. Strips of thick, reinforced leather hung from the sides. "And let my assistants strap you in. If you move even a fraction of an inch once the frequency initiates, the feedback will liquefy your nervous system."I stared at the cold metal, my jaw tightening. "No straps. I'm not being bound to a table ever again."Maren paused, a heavy glass syringe filled with a shimmering, iridescent fluid poised in her hand. She gave me a hard, unforgiving look. "This isn't about your pride. The severing isn't a clean cut; it's a psychic amputation. Your wolf will fight me. Your body will try to tear itself apart to stop the separ

I pulled a heavy, dark canvas shirt over my head, my skin still tingling with the residual heat of the shift—and the terrifying, phantom imprint of that mind-link. My core still throbbed with a liquid warmth I couldn't shake. The compound felt eerily quiet now, the distant hum of ventilation the only sound breaking the silence. Outside the gym doors, I could hear the muted murmurs of guards slowly recovering from whatever spell they seem to be under earlier. My hands were perfectly steady as I laced up my combat boots, but inside, my wolf was pacing, her eyes fixed on the entrance of the underground hangar. She knew exactly whose presence was approaching."He's here," Maren said, stepping back into the training room. Her usual cool composure was firmly back in place, but there was a tightness around her eyes that hadn't been there an hour ago. "Control your energy, Sera. He isn't the kind of Alpha you can intimidate with a temper tantrum. And after what you did on the psychic plane...