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Eirlys barely felt the scorching sun as she rode through the rays of light that shone through the trees, her breath coming in quick gasps. She gripped the reins tightly as she led the horse forward at a relentless pace. Every time she risked a glance behind her, her heart clenched at the sight of Ryker slumped in the saddle of the other horse, barely conscious. He wasn't the one controlling the ride—he was too weak for that.His body swayed dangerously with every gallop, his breathing labored and his stormy gray eyes barely open.“Hold on,” she whispered. “Just a little longer, Ryker. Stay with me.”But he didn't respond. He slightly opened his eyes and smiled at her.As they neared the pack's borders, the looming gates came into view and Eirlys screamed out.“Help! Someone—help us!”Her voice echoed through the stillness of the day. She sounded desperate.At first, there was only silence. Then—in the next second, there was movement. Figures emerged from the gates, guards rushing for
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Eirlys walked hurriedly through the packhouse halls, the scent of fresh herbs clinging to her fingers as she clutched the bundle tightly against her chest. The infirmary had been quiet save for the hushed voices of the healers, but her mind had been anything but. Ryker's injuries weren't just injuries, they were deep. And she had gathered the best herbs she could find—ones to speed up the healing.Her heart pounded as she rounded the corner and her thoughts were so preoccupied that she barely noticed the figure in front of her until it was too late. She soon collided into someone, the impact jarring her and instantly, she instinctively reached out to steady her balance.“Well, well,” a familiar, saccharine voice crooned.Eirlys froze. It was Celeste.The blonde took a slow step back, her icy blue eyes flickering over the herbs in Eirlys's arms before settling on her with a knowing smirk. “Let me guess,” she mused, tilted her head slightly. “You're off to play nursemaid to my mate?”E
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Ryker exhaled sharply, shifting slightly against the pillows as he tried to sit up but the sudden pain in his ribs made him pause. His eyes, still intense despite his exhaustion, bore into Eirlys as he spoke.“Are you not going to answer the question?” he clicked his tongue. “Is that really it? Was it because you're not fast enough or there was something else?”“There was nothing else… there couldn't have been something else and you know it.” she said immediately.Ryker gulped and nodded his head. “Yeah, you're right. There couldn't have been something else but it doesn't matter,” he responded. “Even if you weren't fast enough, you could have at least tried to run. Instead of standing there, waiting to be killed.”Eirlys lowered her gaze, her fingers gripping the edge of the chair she sat on. She didn't argue—because he was right. She hadn't moved. She hadn't even thought about running. And because of that, Ryker had thrown himself in front of her, taking the hit that was meant for he
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The past had a way of creeping in when she least expected it. No matter how much she tried to bury it, no matter how many times she convinced herself she had moved in, it still clung to her like a shadow, refusing to let go.Eirlys walked alone through the corridors of the packhouse, her fingers brushing against the cool stone walls as her mind drifted back—back to a time when she had nothing. No home. No freedoms. No name, only a whispered reminder of who she used to be before everything was stripped from her.She could still feel the cold chains around her wrists. She could still hear the laughter of her captors, their voices taunting her as they shoved her down into the dirt. The Tyrant's pack—The Dreadhowl pack had been ruthless, showing no mercy to those they deemed beneath them. She had been nothing to them—a prisoner, a slave, a thing to be used and discarded.For months, she endured it. The hard labor, the punishment, the endless cycle of torment designed to break her spirit.
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Ryker paced back and forth in his chamber, his mind tangled in the past. The walls around him felt too close. His ribs didn't ache as before. He was now fit to go about.But he could not, the pain that lingered in his chest had lingered in his chest held him down. It was an old wound, deeper than claw marks or broken bones—one that never truly healed.He had once thought fate had given him a gift.The day he learned Eirlys was his mate, something had lit up inside him. He had been raised to believe in strength and power, in the bond that tied gated mates together. And when his gaze had first locked onto her, he had known. She was meant for him.He had been overjoyed.He could still remember that moment—the way his pulse had quickened, the way his wolf had stirred with a certainty he had never felt before. She had been standing before him, fragile yet unbroken.And not had been fleeting. Whispers had started almost immediately, murmurs that slithered through the pack like poison. At f
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The air was thick with tension before the first wounded guard even appeared at the edge of the clearing, approaching the main gate. A roar of noise erupted as several of Ryker's warriors stumbled into the pack grounds, their bodies battered and bleeding.Some clutched their sides, others leaned heavily on their comrades, their once-proud uniforms now stained with dirt and blood. Their ragged breathing and the scent of blood sent a ripple of unease through those who gathered.Ryker was already moving before he could process the shock. His heart pounded against his ribs as he pushed past the others, his gaze scanning the returning warriors, assessing the extent of their injuries. Beside him, Rowan's face darkened with concern and even Celeste—looked unsettled.“What happened?” Ryker's voice came sharp and commanding but none of the injured guards could answer immediately. Their exhaustion was too great and their wounds too severe.“I couldn't find any of you. But I'm glad you're back….”
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Ryker's fingers curled into his palms as he stood on a spot in the room, his back turned on Rowan. His thoughts drifted—pulled back to a time long before betrayal and bloodshed.He remembered the crisp autumn air, the soft crunch of leaves beneath their feet. The training grounds had always felt vast back then, an open space where strength was measured in sweat and bruises. His father, Marcus, stood tall at the edges of the clearing, his arms folded and his expression as hard as a stone.Ryker could see it clearly like it was yesterday—the two of them, both him and Orion locked in combat. Ryker, though was younger but already strong, moved with swift precision, his strike was controlled. And Orion, who was older but still struggling under the weight of expectations, also fought with determination but there was a crack in his stance—more like hesitation, a falter in his resolve.A sharp grunt filled the air as Ryker pivoted, using Orion's own movement against him. And with a forceful
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The knock at the door was soft and almost uncertain. Ryker barely looked up from where he had frozen.“Come in,” he called, his voice rough and thick with exhaustion.The door creaked open, and when the figure finally came through the door, his heart fluttered slightly. It was Eirlys.She lingered in the doorway, the door yet to be shut behind her. And for a fleeting moment, neither of them spoke. They only stared at each other, caught in a silence so heavy.Ryker had not expected her as he was about to go see her. And yet, now that she was here, standing before him, his mind scrambled to find something to say.A question. An apology. Anything. But the words never came.Eirlys shifted her feet, her fingers curling slightly at her sides. Then, she cleared her throat, breaking the silence that hung in the room between them.“I came to check on your wounds,” she propelled her head forward, her eyes settling on his side.Ryker gave a slow nod. “I appreciate that,” a smile curled around th
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Fated and Forsaken: A Mate's Redemption CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Rowan stepped into the room with Aria trailing behind him. She looked almost unrecognizable—her skin scrubbed and clean and her hair pulled back. She had also been clothed in simple garments that didn't carry the face of her recent torment. Her eyes, however, still held the echo of fear, like smoldering embers beneath ash.Ryker turned from the desk, his gaze sweeping over her as if studying a stranger. “Are you ready?” he askedAria swallowed hard, her throat visibly working before she gave a single nod. “Do I have a choice?”A ghost of smirk touched Ryker's lips. “You always have a choice… someone said that to me… and if you want to live, you know what you have to do.” He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on hers. “Remember, don't blow your cover. You act the way you always have. No hesitation. No smiling up. If you run into the Tyrant or his men, you play your part.”Aria lifted her chin. It was defiant—just an unspoken agreement passing between them. She said nothing, but the way she
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Celeste sat in silence long after Ryker dismissed them. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest and lips parted like she wanted to say something but couldn't find the strength to speak. Her eyes, usually Sharon with confidence, now held a dullness that refused to leave—just like a flame slowly dying out. The gravity of Ryker's words lingered in her chest, pressing down on her pride with a heaviness she couldn't shake.Micheal stood beside her, his fingers wiggling at his sides as if he was debating whether to comfort her daughter or motivate her. But in the end, he sighed and placed a firm hand on her shoulder.“He's shaken, that's all,” Micheal said, patting her back. “He'll come around… he's just all worked up with what 's been going on.”But Celeste's pupils didn't settle. It just scanned the air like she was searching for something she'd lost as her expression faltered and her eyes eventually settled on nothing in particular, like the walls were speaking more than her father
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Micheal folded his arms behind his back as he walked further into the room.“You've done well, Ryker,” he began. “To survive what you did… to still stand tall after the betrayals, the spy of a thing; the injuries you sustained, the loss of your men. Not many could rule with such unwavering confidence after all that.” he paused for a moment and then continued. “Marcus would have been proud of you.”Ryker let out a breath through his nose, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small smile—but it faded almost instantly. And when he spoke up, it was direct.“Is that all you came here to say?”Micheal smirked, the lines around his eyes squeezing with a hint of amusement. “Of course not.” He gave a half shrug, like the next words were merely casual suggestions. But Ryker knew better.“I believe,” Micheal continued, glancing briefly at Celeste. “I think… no I'm sure that now is the time you stop calling your upcoming Luna… and make her your Luna officially.”Ryker's eyes dashed between the
Fated and Forsaken: A Mate's Redemption CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Eirlys still stood frozen, his question echoing in her chest like a distant thunder, aching in places she had long tried to forget. Her lips parted slightly in a thin line but there was nothing. Just the soft tremble of breath caught in her throat as her eyes searched Ryker's, unsure of what to say.“I thought as much you'd ask that,” she finally whispered, her voice a little bit hoarse. “But you should know I wasn't going to answer.”She turned her gaze away, her hands balling into trembling fists at her sides. But before she could take another breath, Ryker stepped forward. His presence was sudden and his warmth enveloped her before she could move.His hands rose—though hesitated for only a breath—before settling gently on her shoulders. His grip was neither firm nor possessive, but there was a little pressure in it. Maybe it was a plea. Or maybe it was a kind of desperation that came not from dominance, but regret.“Eirlys,” he said quietly, and then—stronger— “do I deserve a secon
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Ryker sat on the edge of his desk, one of his hands resting loosely over his knee while the other gripped the edge of the polished wood as if anchoring himself there while staying quiet and thoughtful. His eyes were pinned on a single, invisible point beyond the room's walls. The silence was welcome by him but it didn't last long, as a knock came through the door.“Come in,” he said, not lifting his head.Rowan stepped in, his usual grin softened into something more serious. “She's locked up—just like you asked,” he said, referring to Aria. “The guards are posted. She's not going anywhere.”Ryker gave a small nod of acknowledgement but he didn't say a word.Rowan lingered around a few seconds longer. Then he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway, his eyes tracing his Alpha's expression. “You were impressive back there. You had everyone wrapped around your finger. Even Micheal couldn't push further. You turned the whole thing around.”Ryker exhaled slowly through his nose,
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Her words hung in the air like smoke. And somewhere in the back, Rowan's eyes narrowed. Celeste leaned forward ever so slightly in her seat, a ghost of satisfaction brushing across her features.Eirlys's breath caught. She stood frozen as her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Her heart pounded in her chest but she knew better than to speak. She wasn't wanted in the pack in the first place. She had no voice in the presence of the elders. Still, she couldn't stop staring at him—at Ryker. And Ryker hadn't moved since Aria confessed. He didn't flinch. He stood still. He stood there like a statue. He already pieced every scene together. He already was sure she was a spy and had been the one feeding his rival with information about his pack. But she knew him. The stillness wasn't calm—it was conflict. He was thinking, weighing, unraveling . And that scared her more than anything. Eirlys also knew what came with treason. The punishment is death. She wanted him to look at her—just onc
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Ryker stood still, his jaw was locked for a moment as the weight of the room settled on his shoulders. He could feel every gaze resting on him—waiting, judging and all at once, curious. Celeste remained seated and she was poised like a queen.Ge cleared his throat, once and quietly. His voice soon came out. And it was confident.“I hadn't intended to bring this matter before the council,” he began, his eyes scanning the elders seated on the other side of the hall. “It was a security breach. A few of our men were ambushed and killed at an isolated post. It was a hidden location. And no one outside of my trusted circle should have known about it.”He let the words hang in the air for a moment. Aria, still kneeling with her head bowed low, trembled slightly but said nothing.“I was attacked before then, at my father's grave. No one could have known save for Celeste and my Rowan… I had help, though I was injured.” Celeste let out a dry laugh but Ryker didn't glance her way this time. He
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The hall was silent at first—so silent, it felt like even the walls were holding their breath. Ryker sat on his chair meant only for him. It wasn't just a seat—it was a symbol. One that was heavy with power. With burden. The weight of a hundred decisions carved into the wood beneath him.He leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs and his eyes also were locked on the girl before him. Aria knelt in the middle of the open space. Her head was so far that her forehead nearly touched the floor. Her arms trembled and her fingers twitched as if her own body didn't know what to do—either to run—well that's actually impossible. The best she could do was to beg for her life. But then, she said nothing. Not yet. Maybe she couldn't.Only Rown stood at his side. His arms were crossed and his jaw set. Eirlys was near the edge of the hall, her hands fidgeting at her sides, and her eyes flicking from Ryker to Aria who was on the floor. He could've done this in his chamber. That was the or
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“Ryker,” she called again. “Calm down.”But there was no response. The fire in his eyes burned hotter and his expression was dark with fury. He didn't even acknowledge her words. His grip only tightened more like a noose around Aria's throat.Aria's body jerked weakly, her fingers slipping from his wrist as her strength drained.Eirlys swallowed hard, creating a crunchy sound with her throat as she fought back the instinctive fear that curled in her stomach.“She can't talk if you crush her windpipe,” she reasoned, keeping her tone calm. “If you want answers, you have to let her breathe first.”Still, he ignored her. And instead of easing his grip, Ryker pressed Aria harder against the wall, his fingers dipping deeper into her skin. And a low growl rumbled in his chest.Eirlys inhaled sharply, her frustration evident on her face as it was already flaring. This wasn't just anger—this was the wolf inside him taking control, demanding retribution without thought or hesitation. And if she
