All Chapters of The Alpha's Forbidden Auction Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mira Pov The second the scarred man said it, every eye in the room landed on me,making it very awkward That kind of attention always felt wrong, but this time it was worse. It wasn't a curiosity. It was recognition. Like I was something they had all agreed existed long before I ever knew I did.I let out a short, uneasy laugh and gestured at myself.“Okay, this is getting ridiculous.”Nobody reacted,not even a smirk,the silence made my skin crawl.I pointed at my chest again, slower this time.“My name is Mira. That’s it. That’s what I’ve always been called. We’ve already established this.”The scarred man tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was a puzzle with missing pieces.“That’s the name you were given.”A strange chill settled in my stomach.“What is that supposed to mean?”Before he could answer, Rowan stepped forward.“Enough.”His voice didn’t rise, but it hit the room like a physical force. A few of the warriors immediately looked away, backing off instinctively,the

Mira Pov The question hit the room so hard that nobody spoke for a few seconds. What's the earliest memory you have? I stared at the watcher. Then the paper was still clutched in my hand. Then back at him. "That's your big reveal?"The watcher blinked. I folded my arms. "Seriously? Everybody in this room has been acting like they're carrying state secrets and your question is kindergarten memory time?" A faint smile appeared on his face. To my annoyance, the prisoner looked amused too. I was beginning to suspect they all enjoyed watching me suffer. "Answer him," the prisoner said. I glanced toward him. "Why?" His expression changed slightly. Not much. Just enough to make me pay attention. "Because I want to hear it." That wasn't an answer. Unfortunately it was the closest thing I'd gotten all night.I sighed dramatically. My eyes drifted upward as I thought. The truth was I didn't remember much from when I was little. Nothing unusual about that. Most people didn't."I don't really re

Rowan's POVThe sound echoed through the archive longer than it should have. A handful of books had fallen from one of the oldest shelves, yet the noise seemed to linger between the rows long after the last cover hit the floor. Mira stood frozen where she was, staring at the mess like she expected the books to explain themselves.For a moment neither of us moved. Then she slowly turned toward me. "I didn't touch anything." Her expression was so genuinely offended by the accusation she imagined in my head that I almost ignored the symbol entirely.Almost. Instead, my gaze stayed fixed on the section of shelf that had been exposed when the books fell. The symbol hadn't been there before. Or at least it shouldn't have been.That shelf had existed for generations. I knew every restricted section of the archive. I knew which shelves were protected, which texts were sealed, and which records had been hidden long before I was born. That mark wasn't supposed to be visible. Yet there it was. B

Rowan's POVThe message stayed exactly where it was no matter how many times I looked away. Whoever had carved it into the wall hadn't rushed the job. Every letter was clean and deliberate, almost too neat, as if they wanted to make sure I read every word. She belongs to us. I let out a slow breath and stepped closer. Stone dust still covered the floor beneath the carving. I crouched, rubbed a little between my fingers, then scanned the room again. Nothing else had been touched. The desk was exactly where I'd left it. My weapons still hung beside the fireplace, and even the glass I'd abandoned near the window hadn't been moved. Whoever had entered my room hadn't come looking for information. They'd come to make sure I saw those four words.Three steady knocks sounded at the door. Not hurried. Not hesitant. Familiar. "Come in." Elias walked in without waiting, just as he always had. He'd been doing that since we were teenagers, long before either of us carried titles that demanded resp

Mira's POVThe howl rolled across the territory like a wave, rising from one side of the mountain before another answered somewhere farther away. By the time the third joined in, the sound had wrapped itself around the entire pack house. Every hair on my arms stood up.I forgot about the door. I forgot about Rowan standing a few feet away. I couldn't even look at him because my eyes were fixed on my wrist.The silver lines hadn't disappeared. They rested beneath my skin like they had always been there, faint but unmistakable, curving around my wrist before disappearing beneath the sleeve of my sweater. If I hadn't watched them appear with my own eyes, I would've convinced myself I'd imagined the whole thing.I rubbed at them with my thumb. Nothing happened."They're still there," I whispered."I can see that."His voice was calm, but it didn't sound normal. Rowan always spoke like someone who expected people to listen. Tonight there was something else mixed in with it, something caref