All Chapters of Mated To My Alpha Stepbrother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LAURENT The summons from the King arrived after I was finally able to return home. A messenger arrived at dawn, dressed in the King’s colors, informing me the crown wanted final judgment carried out at Blackfur given how much of the crime had happened on my land. I read the letter twice and nodded because it meant I didn’t have to leave Cleo and Kyle again so soon. The King arrived with a full procession, with his guards and advisors behind him. Rockne at the King’s side looked grimmer than I’d seen him since the day we found Seraphina’s grave.I met them at the gates myself, Cleo beside me, her hand tight in mine. “Alpha Laurent.” The King smiled at me. “I trust your recovery is going well.” “Well enough.” I still felt the ache in my hip when I moved too fast. But I wasn’t about to admit that to a man who’d want a full account of my health before he got to the business he’d actually come for. His eyes moved to Cleo, softening. “And your son?” “He is healing faster than the do

CLEO “Stop fidgeting,” Gabrielle scolded, tugging a pin into place. “You’re going to make me stab you.” “I’m nervous.”It was the morning of the Luna ceremony. Gabrielle and Valerie were working on my hair together. Gabrielle had arrived two days ago. She was still thin but she had laughed so hard when I stumbled towards her that we both started crying. “You nervous? You’ve survived just about everything. I’m sure you’ll also survive standing in front of some wolves in a pretty dress.” Valerie teased. I laughed because well, she was right. It eased some of the tightness in my chest. I placed my hand on my lap and pressed it flat to stop it shaking as Gabrielle began on my makeup. When she was done, I could barely recognize myself. My dress was a pale grey color to match the shade of Blackfur’s dawn sky. The silver thread along its edges was the color of Kyle’s eyes. I had asked for that specifically.My hair was braided back from my face, a crown of silver leaves woven through

LAURENTShe was gone, vanished into that unnatural black cloud like it had simply swallowed her whole and carried her away. I thought of the King’s words from weeks ago, the prophecy he’d finally admitted to believing in.A war coming, one that would test every bloodline loyal to the old ways, one where black wolves would tip the outcome. I hadn’t understood, standing in that Grand Hall, what that could possibly mean for us. I understood now. Someone wanted her. They’d come for Cleo specifically, timed it for the one night every enemy would know exactly where to find her, surrounded by witnesses, and then they’d simply taken her. “Dad.” Kyle’s small hand curled in mine, shaking. “She will come home right? You’ll bring her home?” I knelt down to his feet, forcing my voice to not shake even though everything in me was screaming. “I will tear apart every territory in this kingdom if that’s what it takes. I promise you, Kyle. I will bring your mother home.” Roman’s voice came throug

CLEO I didn’t know where I was. My face was covered with something rough, my ears stuffed with cloth that muffled everything.I could feel the road vibrating under me, the steady thump of tires hitting asphalt, the sway of a vehicle taking turns too fast. Men’s voices drifted from somewhere ahead of me. The voice were harsh and clipped, speaking in a language I didn’t recognize. I counted at least two of them, maybe three. My wrists were bound tight behind my back, rope biting into skin that hadn’t fully healed. My side ached where someone’s claws had caught me before the cloud swallowed everything. Laurent. The thought of him hit me so hard I nearly choked on it. He’d be out of his mind with worry. Kyle too had been standing in that clearing, watching his mother disappear into a storm that had come out of nowhere. I remembered the hand that had pulled me from the clearing. It’s grip had been like iron closing around my wrist in the middle of the fighting. Someone had yanked me

CLEO They brought me to a long table set with more food than two people could ever eat. Every dish steamed, silver trays glinting under candlelight that did nothing to warm the cold stone around us. Mordeth sat at the head of it, already eating, as though he’d been waiting for me so long that my presence barely registered as an event worth pausing for. “Sit.” He didn’t look up. I sat, my hands finally untied for the meal, though two guards stood close enough behind my chair that I understood exactly how far my freedom actually extended. “Eat,” he said. “You’ll need your strength.” I didn’t touch the food. I folded my hands in my lap, refusing to give him the satisfaction of watching me react to anything. “Still so stubborn.” He finally looked up, something almost fond in his expression, which made my skin crawl worse than open hostility would have. “Tell me about your little Alpha.” “No.” “Blackfur.” He spat the pack name as though it tasted bad in his mouth. “It’s a minor t