Novel & Cerita The Mute Gamma Ares

But instead of anger, he chuckled–a rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. His brows arched and amusement danced in his stormy eyes. “Did you just hit me, Kitten?” Heat flooded my cheeks and I frantically shook my head. My fingers curled against the sheets before I lifted them, spelling out a single word in the air. M.U.T.E His amusement faded into something more serious and he stared at me long and hard as if scrutinizing me. Then slowly, he nodded. “Not dumb then. I will call you mute.” his voice was quiet, but the acknowledgement made my throat seize.

And then the door exploded. Wood splintering. Metal shrieking. Everyone in the room froze. Someone stepped through the wreckage. Tall. Powerful. Moving like death incarnate. Grey eyes locked on mine. And my heart stopped. Ares. He was alive. He was here. And he looked ready to burn the world down.

Ares complied with a nod. Gamma David ordered a guard to secure Ares in the chair again, blood and saliva dribbling from his lips. "What’s your connection with Jane?" Michael demanded. Ares laughed cruelly. "Alpha Michael, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Busy Alpha—mating with mother and daughter? Lucky you, I suppose. But you’re pathetic for letting this b***h..." Michael, seething with rage, lunged at him, gripping his throat tightly, veins bulging in Ares’ neck.

**Demi** No words come to mind that could help me describe the scene playing out before me. That’s Beta Tanner. I can tell by the distinct features of his wolf form. He’s a loved and adored member of the Harmony Moon pack. Ares has given up his disguise of Gavin and is finally showing his real face. He has Tanner pinned down, his foot crushing the massive wolf’s neck as he struggles to breath. His wolf form kicking and bending, desperate to get loose from Ares’ grip. It’s no use. He’s not strong enough. I can tell he has fought against the God hard. Many wolves would have perished way before now, but not this one. He will fight till the end and if I don’t do something, it’s sure to happen.

The cloak's darkness seemed to drink in the luminescence, creating an eerie contrast that heightened the sense of unease. As Alpha Ares' piercing gaze fell upon the stone table, his attention was drawn to the figure lying upon it—Maverick, trapped in the prison of his own mind. Ares' eyes, cold and calculating, were tinged with a glimmer of pity as he observed the tormented soul before him. It was a rare display of compassion, a glimpse into the complex depths of his character.

Chapter 35: The Ares Protocol The air in the secret hangar beneath the cliffs hummed with a low-frequency vibration that rattled the marrow of Jade’s bones. Hidden behind a massive, retractable rock face was the Ares—a sleek, delta-winged prototype finished in a matte-black skin that seemed to swallow the dim emergency lighting. It didn't look like a plane; it looked like a shard of obsidian designed to pierce the heavens.

And that terrified Gamma more than any pack of rogue could ever be. Gamma slammed his fist gently against the stone wall, hit by hit, calmly and confused..he stared back again to the hall way, then a nurse walked past him, nodding her head in sign of respect but walked pass quickly in fear of his tensed posture, but Gamma didn't move, he didn't blink as well, his thoughts were only drifting deeper into the memories he had tired to bury and keep away from a thought he wasn't ready to remember. He remembered the night they found Velise’s body…, where Darius felt like the center of it all, with his hands soaked in his mate blood.

Sometime later. Melsine's facial expressions changed from joyous to horrified ones and she became quiet. The look in her eyes told me she was receiving a message through the mind link. My hand clutched my heart and I waited for her response. Tears had welled up in her eyes and I clasped her hand. "What's wrong?" The door swung open and barged inside a very angry-looking Gamma Aegir. His eyes were bloodshot and they were fixated on me. His lips had thinned out in displeasure.

“Tonight, we welcome Amber Tremaine as Gamma Alex’s mate. She is already a part of our family, now she’ll be a part of our pack. She will receive the title of Gamma female and should be treated with such respect,” Colin states with a clipped tone. “Alex cut into your mate’s palm please.”

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste