All Chapters of Clover: The Witch’s Forbidden mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first thing Clover noticed that morning was the silence.It wasn’t the peaceful silence that came before sunrise or the comforting hush that settled over the countryside after a long day. This silence felt… wrong. Heavy. As though the world itself was holding its breath.She paused on the worn wooden porch of the small cottage she had called home for as long as she could remember. The morning air was cool against her skin, carrying the scent of pine trees and damp earth.The birds should have been singing.Instead, they were gone.Clover tightened the faded green cloak around her shoulders and glanced toward the edge of Blackwood Forest. A thick blanket of mist curled between the ancient trees, swallowing the narrow path that led into the woods.“You’re staring at the forest again.”The familiar voice pulled her from her thoughts.She turned to see her grandmother, Agnes, standing in the doorway with a basket of freshly baked bread balanced on one hip.“You know I don’t like you g

The pounding on the cottage door grew louder.Bang!Bang!Bang!“Coven Authority!” a voice barked from outside. “Open the door immediately!”Clover’s heart hammered in her chest.She looked from the door to her grandmother, who stood perfectly still, her face pale but determined.“Listen to me carefully,” Agnes whispered. “No matter what happens, you must not tell them your name.”“My name?” Clover asked, confused.“It’s more powerful than you know.”Another deafening knock rattled the cottage.“We’re coming in!”Agnes straightened her shoulders and walked to the door before Clover could stop her.The door swung open.Five figures stood outside, cloaked in dark gray robes embroidered with silver runes. Their faces were hidden beneath deep hoods, but each carried a staff carved with ancient symbols.The tallest stepped forward.“We detected Moon magic.”Agnes gave a small laugh.“Moon magic? In this little village? You must have traveled a long way for a fairy tale.”The man’s gaze swe

The journey to Blackthorn Keep was silent.Clover rode beside Kael through the moonlit forest, wrapped in a thick cloak one of the wolves had offered her. No one spoke. The only sounds were the steady rhythm of hooves and the distant calls of night creatures hidden among the trees.Her mind refused to rest.Magic.Hunters.Witches.Werewolves.And Grandma…She blinked back fresh tears.If Agnes was alive, Clover would find her.If she wasn’t…Clover clenched the silver clover pendant around her neck until it pressed into her palm.She would find out who was responsible.No matter the cost.⸻As dawn painted the sky in shades of gold and lavender, the forest opened onto a breathtaking sight.Blackthorn Keep.The fortress stood atop a mountain carved from black stone, its towering walls wrapped in climbing ivy. Massive gates of iron guarded the entrance, while banners bearing the emblem of a silver wolf fluttered in the morning breeze.It looked less like a castle…And more like a kingd

The rain had stopped before sunrise.A blanket of mist clung to the forest floor as the Shadow Pack prepared for their journey. Horses stamped their hooves impatiently while warriors checked their weapons.Kael stood at the front of the group.“We leave now.”Damon mounted his horse with a grin.“Finally. Sitting in the castle was driving me mad.”Lila rolled her eyes.“You say that every time.”She turned to Clover, handing her a dark green cloak fastened with a silver wolf clasp.“It belonged to my mother,” Lila said softly. “She’d want you to have it.”Clover blinked in surprise.“I can’t take something so precious.”“You can.”Lila smiled.“And besides… green suits you.”For the first time in days, Clover laughed.“Thank you.”From across the courtyard, Kael watched the exchange in silence.His pack was beginning to accept her.That was good.It also made protecting her far more dangerous.⸻The journey to Raven Hollow took most of the morning.The deeper they traveled, the quiete

Moonlight swallowed Raven Hollow.The silver light pouring from the heavens grew brighter until the battlefield looked as though the sun had risen in the middle of the night.Everyone stood frozen.Even the Corrupted Ancient hesitated.Clover’s emerald eyes shimmered with silver as invisible wind lifted her dark hair around her shoulders. The glowing clover mark on her wrist spread delicate silver vines up her arm before fading into intricate symbols.Kael forced himself to his feet despite the pain shooting through his ribs.“Clover…”His voice was barely a whisper.She didn’t answer.She couldn’t hear him.The ancient voice echoed through her mind once more.“The Moon does not grant power… it awakens what already lives within you.”Before her eyes, another world unfolded.She stood in a vast silver garden beneath an enormous moon.White flowers stretched endlessly in every direction.In the distance stood a woman dressed in flowing silver robes.Her face was blurred, as though hidde