Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE DISABLED MATE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

A man clad in a perfectly tailored black suit strode purposefully through the dimly lit corridors of the prison, his polished shoes echoing ominously against the cold, stone floor. The scent of blood thickened the air, metallic and suffocating, as he neared the scene of carnage that awaited him.Three bodies lay sprawled across the ground, their lifeless forms contorted unnaturally. Blood painted the cracked walls in violent splashes, pooling in dark, sluggish rivers around them. The flickering fluorescent light overhead cast eerie shadows over the grim tableau, making the red stains appear even more sinister.The man in the suit exhaled sharply, his fingers raking through his neatly styled hair in irritation.“What a mess,” he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. His jaw tightened as his cold, calculating eyes assessed the aftermath of what had transpired. He hated unnecessary complications."Just as you instructed, I only intervened when there was no other choice," the young m

One Week Later – Cassandra’s POVA week had passed since the night my world shattered—again.After being pumped full of painkillers, healing salves, and who knows what other concoctions, I was finally discharged from the Royal Infirmary. But instead of being taken back to familiar territory or even to my pack lands, I was delivered straight to the Royal Palace.Not just the audience chamber, where visitors are usually entertained. No, this time felt different. Permanent.I'd been to the Palace a handful of times before, always in the company of my father. He wanted me to be familiar with the place, saying, “It’s important for a future leader to be at ease where power resides.” Back then, I thought he was just showing me off—his proud Alpha daughter. Now I wondered if he had known more than he ever let on.Maybe that’s why Scott hated me with such intensity—why his resentment festered until it turned into something monstrous. He’d always known I was being prepared for something bigger,

I stood before the grand mirror in my chambers, eyes scanning my reflection, searching for something—anything—that would offer me a clue about what was happening. The stillness of the room, the haunting quiet of the Palace, all of it felt suffocating. My mind raced, but I couldn’t make sense of it. I could still hear Celeste’s words echoing in my head: “You’re a threat to me.”No, I thought firmly. I’m not a threat. Not to her. To him?I didn’t know why the thought of Lenox hurt more than the rest. He was the one who had brought me here, after all. He should’ve been by my side.A sudden knock broke through my thoughts, pulling me from the storm brewing inside me. The door opened, and a maid stepped inside, her face tense, and her gaze lowered.“Lady Cassandra,” she began hesitantly, “His Highness requests your presence in the Hall of Counsel.”My pulse quickened. Lenox.“Very well,” I replied, trying to keep the edge of urgency from my voice as I stepped past her.As I moved through t