All Chapters of My True Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I freeze at his words, “What?”He winks at me, grinning, “The Alpha, sweetheart. All you women are just the same. A few sweet words and you're so easily convinced. I worry about your pack. Having a leader like you? One who just walks into a dangerous situation so recklessly.”He crouches down in front of me, his face level with mine, “But then, I guess I should blame your reckless behavior on your mate. You know, the one who can barely stand to touch you?”My jaw tightens, “You’re working with the Hunters?”“The Hunters?” Wyatt lifts a brow. “That was just an excuse to bring you here.”“So, you killed -““If you're going to ask me if I killed Carmine’s father, no I didn’t. That was a sweet coincidence. But, I did manipulate the video feed to show one of those men dropping the weapon. We planted that ourselves. There are no Hunters. Hunters went extinct centuries ago. I had been planning to launch a full-scale attack against your pack using my men disguised as Hunters

I hear my grandfather's voice and then the mansion is overrun with silver wolves.As I hold my thin father in my arms, I stare at his face, uncaring of the fight that is waging on. “Nadiel, son!” My grandfather drops to his knees in front of my father, his hands shaking. “What have they done to you?”However, my father’s eyes slip shut.“He still has a pulse,” I babble, my heart racing. “He’s alive. He’s just-“Samantha rushes over, her eyes tight, “These your people?”My grandfather looks at her and his eyes go to the insignia on the sword and he hisses, “Hunter!”He raise a hand and I can see the killing intent in his eyes. I quickly grab his hand, “No, grandfather! She’s -“ I glance at Samantha, “on our side. I think.”Samantha doesn’t sheathe her sword behind her back. Instead, she crouches down and takes out a bottle from her pocket, tossing off the lid and forcing whatever liquid is inside into my father's mouth.“He’s dying,” She says, grimly, before

Watching my biological father die is another shard in my heart.“I’ll take him home,” My grandfather murmurs, tears in his voice, even as he struggles to hide them. “When all this is done-“I smile at him, wearily, “You got my message, didn’t you?”“I did.”“You’re not going to ask me to reconsider?” I give him a heavy look.He puts a warm hand around my nape, pulling me into his wide chest for a hug which is filled with love, “I can feel your pain, child of my child. I can feel it so deep that it is like a visible wound on your person. I just want you to be happy.”I’ve already told him about everything and he ignores both Lucas and Carmine who are entwined around each other. However, when he leaves, I can feel his fury, which I attempt to calm down.“I’m not so weak anymore, grandfather,” I assure him, taking his huge hand in mine. “I will fight till the bitter end.”“And what of you and him?” He asks me, almost sadly, as I see him off in the forest.I don’

Aliya’s eyes are sharp and she looks a little battered but very much alive as she looks at the beautiful wolf shifter. My eyes follow her.For a minute, I falter, “That’s not – She’s a shif-““She’s a half breed,” Aliya says, her voice filled with an animosity that I’ve rarely heard from her. Everybody in the courtyard freezes and all eyes turn to Carmine whose face is stiff. “How is that possible?” Rock breathes. “She’s a shifter.”“I can smell it in her blood,” Aliya hisses. “One of her parents had witch blood.”I see a cold calculation enter Carmine’s eyes and I see them flicker towards Clara, who is standing a few feet away from her, holding my son.I’m moving at the same time she is.My hand transforms and I slash it against her cheek, pushing her back as I shove Clara out of the way, growling, “Inside! Take him inside!”Carmine snarls and I see the humanity stripped of her face, as she makes another attempts at my son. My people move in her path a

“What do you mean you’re stepping down?” Lucas turns pale.I hand my son over to Clara who looks devastated before I turn to face my mate, “Exactly what I said. I’m not - I can’t anymore. I’m leaving the pack. I’m leaving my position.”My voice is empty, devoid of any warmth or emotion.“Leaving the pack? Where are we goi-““I’m going,” I cut him off. “I’m leaving. You’re staying.”“Oh,” There is a wealth of pain in Lucas’s voice as he looks at me, and I can see the life drain from his eyes. “You’re leaving me.” A part of me wishes to hold him, to wipe that dead look from his eyes, but that part of me is only a glimmer and it’s easy to squash. My heart is in shreds. Despite knowing the truth, the damage has been done and old scars and new scars have blended together to wreck me in the most absolute way.I have been left an empty husk.“I have to leave,” I say, dully. “There’s nothing left anymore.”“Sarah,” He takes a step towards me, freezing when I fli