Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed By My Mate, Now Mated To Three : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Evander's POVElara's history lesson turned my blood to ice.She spoke of events thousands of years ago. When wolves first organized into packs. When our kind was still learning what it meant to be civilized.There was one Alpha who stood above all others. The First Alpha. Progenitor of the pure blood line. Every pure blood alive could trace their ancestry back to him.He was powerful beyond measure. Just in his rule. Beloved by his pack and respected by enemies.But he had a closest advisor. A wolf named Vrael. Brilliant. Strategic. Ambitious.And consumed by jealousy."Vrael wanted what the First Alpha had." Elara's voice was heavy with old sorrow. "The power. The respect. The love of the pack. But no matter how hard he worked, how much he sacrificed, he could never match the First Alpha's natural gifts."I understood that feeling. Had felt it myself watching Sabine command loyalty without trying. Some wolves were simply born to lead."So Vrael decided if he could not have the power

  Sabine's POV I woke to the sound of Riven choking. My head throbbed where it had hit the tree. Blood stuck my hair to my face. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as I forced my eyes open. The scene before me was a nightmare made real. Vrael held Riven by the throat. Lifting him off the ground. Squeezing slowly. Not fast enough to kill. Just enough to hurt. To watch him suffer. Through the bond, I felt everything. Riven's pain. His lungs burning. His vision darkening at the edges. But I also felt his refusal to show fear. Even dying, even knowing he had no chance, he met Vrael's burning eyes without flinching. That was the man I loved. Stubborn to the very end. Evander lay crumpled against a boulder. Unconscious. Blood matted his dark hair. His breathing was shallow. 

Sabine's POVVrael was gone but his warning refused to leave my mind.Others like him. Dozens of them waiting in the dark.How many pure bloods would it take to create a dozen corrupted monsters? How many centuries of hunting and devouring and twisting until they became what Vrael had been?The thought was crushing. We had barely survived one. How could we face dozens?But right now I was too exhausted to process it. My body felt like it had been torn apart and stitched back together wrong. Every breath hurt. Every movement was agony.The Keepers tended to their wounded around us. The clearing looked like a battlefield. Bodies covered with cloth. Blood staining the earth. Survivors moving with the hollow eyes of those who had seen too much death.We had won. But the cost was devastating.Elara approached slowly. She looked older than before. The fight with Vrael had aged her decades in minutes."We need to talk." Her voice was quiet. Heavy with information I probably did not want to h

Sabine's POVThe days following my confrontation with Evander stretched long and uncomfortable.I threw myself into helping the Keepers rebuild. There was plenty of work. Structures damaged during Vrael's attack needed repair. Injured wolves required care. The mountain had been scarred by violence and healing took time.Physical labor helped. It gave me something to focus on besides the hollow ache in my chest where the bond used to sing.I kept my side of it locked down tight. Refused to let them in. It was petty and probably self-destructive but I needed space to process everything.The three Alphas reacted differently to my withdrawal.Kael tried the gentle approach. He showed up while I was hauling stones for a new wall and started making jokes. Terrible ones that would have made me laugh under different circumstances."Why did the Alpha cross the road?" He grinned. "To prove he was not chicken."I did not smile. Just kept working.His expression fell. "Sabine, come on. You cannot

   Sabine's POV The air between us crackled with more than just power. All the hurt and fear and frustration I had been holding back for months erupted like a volcano. I could not contain it anymore. Did not want to. "You think you can just decide everything?" My voice rose. "Make choices about my life without consulting me? Block doors and tell me I am stuck with you whether I like it or not?" "Yes." Evander did not back down. "Because you are being reckless. Suicidal. You want to throw yourself at the Council like some kind of martyr and I will not let you." "You will not let me?" I laughed but there was no humor in it. "You do not get to control my choices, Evander. I am not some fragile thing that needs protecting." "I know you are not fragile." His eyes flashed. "But you are determined to get yourself killed and I c