บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s Chosen Mate: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

I didn’t sleep.How could I?Instead, I remained sitting on the commander's massive bed. These were still the same sheets where we had laid together; I ran my hands over the soft fabric and remembered those brief moments of happiness, the sweet taste of his kiss, his hands on me. My heart was in pieces, because despite Lance Chase's words about the commander being unable to protect me, he was still my husband. And for as long as I had known him, he had saved my life.And I loved him deeply.I thought of him alone in a cold cell, imprisoned in his own castle, hostage to his own blood. John hadn't stood a single chance to fight.I remembered what Lance had said—that I was responsible for his weakness, that I had held him back.John had spent all that time fighting his feelings for me because surrendering to them would be his undoing, and in the end, he didn't care about losing himself. John jumped off the cliff. I had always thought he would be my cliff; in a way, he was. How could I li

Lance Chase was a complete idiot.That was what went through his mind at the exact moment he realized what he had done and what he had risked by bringing his Banshee into the commander's cell.He had risked his life. Although his nephew had powerful herbs covering his body and was bound by silver chains, that had not been enough to stop him. Lance watched in stunned disbelief as John broke free, transforming into the ferocious beast he was.Lance immediately blocked the Alpha's view of Helena with his own body, hiding her from him, but that only seemed to intensify the unrestrained fury in those crazed white eyes staring at them.Everything seemed to slow down.He was completely aware as the Alpha rose over them, his fangs lengthening and his face taking on an animalistic shape. His arms transformed with the sharp sound of breaking bones, and soon his legs did the same. His entire body assumed a new form.As an Alpha, he could transform regardless of the full moon. All he had to do wa

When Helena said those words, she felt as if something inside her had broken, permanently.What she was proposing was a great betrayal, but she had weighed the situation carefully. She feared that if she didn't act, Lance would execute John, and she couldn't bear that thought. She had considered helping John reclaim his throne, but the world was cruel to women. Even if she managed to request her brother's support in Shivia, by the time he answered to rescue her husband, how could she remain married to him? She needed to get away from John. And to do that, she needed to escape the island—a feat that seemed unlikely, even if she now felt she could control men's minds for a few moments by planting her desires in them. That power inside her was completely unpredictable.She didn't know how to control it.And even if she escaped, what would happen to John if she fled? He would regain his senses and fight, even if it cost him his life, even at a disadvantage. But if she could get him banish

Leon woke in the middle of the night with a painful sensation in his chest, as though an invisible hand were squeezing his heart.He sat up in the bed at the inn, cold sweat covering his body. He looked at his trembling hands, unable to understand what was happening.He couldn't remember having any nightmare, yet the crushing sensation in his chest persisted relentlessly.He looked around the dimly lit room. Weeks had passed since his arrival at the inn, and they were still waiting to track down the man who had information about Thomas.He had traveled away and would return in a few days.His father was unreachable, living inside a fortress. They had tried to infiltrate it in several different ways, but without any success. The man lived secluded inside his fortress.His son, however, lived a life of debauchery and possessed the information they needed. And if he didn't know about his father's shady dealings, they would find a way to get inside the fortress.Thomas could be there, imp

The full moon was approaching. A few days had passed since what happened to Helena, and since then, she had remained in a kind of shock, lying in her four-poster bed. She wanted to get up, unleash whatever power she had against the hateful, repulsive Lance Chase.For everything he had done.But she felt useless, incapable. It was as if he had drained all her strength, and that terrified her. Helena had spent days in bed, replaying every moment of that violence in her mind... questioning how she could have allowed herself to be so easily dominated, how she had let it happen. And worst of all, would Lance tell anyone?Then she remembered how sensitive wolves were to smells. Any member of the Pack who came near her would know. They would know immediately.That couldn't happen. Never.Two knocks on the door pulled her from her thoughts. Helena remained silent. If it was Lance Chase, he would open the door no matter what she said. Ever since what happened, he had been coming to her chamber