All Chapters of The Alpha's Forbidden Auction Mate : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Mira's POVI found Callie the following morning in the kitchen's quiet aftermath, exactly where she had confessed everything to me days earlier, and watched her shoulders tense the moment she noticed my approach, apparently still uncertain whether her earlier confession had settled anything properly."Can we talk?" I asked gently.She nodded, though her hands remained clenched tightly around the towel she had been folding, and I settled onto the bench beside her rather than standing over her the way I understood might feel threatening given everything she had already endured."I wanted you to know something," I said. "Rowan's decided there won't be any punishment for what happened. Not because he's simply being generous, but because he genuinely understands you were manipulated, considerably more skillfully than anyone your age should have needed to properly resist."Something cautious crossed her expression, hope tangled uncomfortably with lingering fear."You mean that?""I do." I h

Mira's POV"Let's start simple," I said, pulling a fresh sheet of parchment toward us and dipping a quill into the small inkwell nearby. "I'll show you one symbol properly, and you can practice writing it yourself."Rowan settled beside me, something skeptical crossing his expression despite his willingness to try."I've never been particularly gifted with languages," he warned."You lead treaty negotiations across multiple territories," I pointed out. "I find that hard to believe.""Diplomatic phrases in Common tongue are considerably different from ancient script." He gestured toward the dense characters still spread across the table from my earlier discussion with Adrian. "That looks like someone spilled ink and called it writing."I laughed, drawing a single symbol carefully onto the parchment, a crescent shape branching into three delicate lines, the same basic form that appeared throughout so much of the ancient texts we had been studying."This means moon," I said. "Or more pre

Mira's POVThe injury happened quickly, the way most accidents did, a young wolf named Bren losing his footing during an advanced training drill and crashing awkwardly into the wooden fencing that separated the practice yard from the main field.I moved instinctively, the way I always did whenever someone nearby needed help, crouching quickly beside him to assess the damage, and it was only after I had already reached toward the splintered wood pinning his arm that I felt the sharp bite of pain across my own palm.I looked down and found a deep gash cutting across my hand, blood welling immediately from the wound, having caught against a jagged edge of broken fencing while I focused entirely on freeing Bren rather than my own safety."You're bleeding," Bren said, his own pain momentarily forgotten as he stared at my injured hand."I'm fine," I said, though the wound stung considerably more than I initially let on. "Let's focus on your arm first."I healed his injury quickly, the famil

Rowan's POVThe knock came well past midnight, urgent enough that I was already moving toward the door before I had properly registered waking.Lyra stood there, her expression carrying none of her usual composed certainty, something genuinely shaken behind her careful control that immediately sharpened every instinct I possessed."You need to see something," she said. "Now.""What is it?""I found something beneath Blackwood. The oldest part of the territory, near where you first showed Mira that story about Selene." She was already turning, expecting me to follow. "I've been running additional protective wards through the ground itself, tracing old magical currents to understand exactly how deep this territory's history actually runs.""And?""And I found a chamber. Sealed, ancient, hidden beneath layers of stone and earth that haven't been disturbed in centuries." Her voice tightened further. "Rowan, this isn't another prophecy. It isn't another hidden library or collection of jour

Mira's POVWe returned to the chamber daily over the following week, and gradually, page by page, Wren's story continued revealing itself. Each session required careful, sustained concentration, the particular kind of focus that left my temples aching and my hands unsteady by the time I finally managed to coax another page's contents into proper visibility, as though the diary itself tested my patience before rewarding it.The chamber had changed since our first, shocked discovery of it. Lyra had strung small, steady lights along the walls, softer than lanterns, so the ancient stone no longer felt like something we were trespassing inside but somewhere we had, gradually, been permitted to properly settle. Elias had carried down a low table and enough cushions to make the cold floor bearable for hours at a stretch. Someone, I suspected Maren, had even begun sending down tea, which arrived lukewarm by the time we remembered to drink it, though the gesture itself mattered more than its t