All Chapters of The Alpha's Unwanted Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sage's Point of View The ray of light was hitting the lids of my eyes which made me wake up. The traces of my mom were left in the bed, I'm sure that she is now in the kitchen preparing our breakfast. I stood up to wash my face in the bathroom, my reflection in the mirror put a smile on my face because I resembled my beautiful mother. The straight silver hair is my favorite part. Fair skin, and perfectly proportioned lips. Deep-set eyes, Sadly, I didn't get the color of her eyes because mine was aquamarine which I inherited from my father. When I go back to our room to get a towel, my eyes wander around the whole room. I could say that it's small compared to others but, I'm content living here as long as I'm with my mom. I walked downstairs and went to the kitchen. There, I saw the slender body of my mom. “Good Morning, Mommy!” I happily shouted and hugged her from behind. “Hm. My baby woke up early, I'm planning to surprise you in the bedroom but I'm still not finished cooki

Sage’s Point of ViewThe darkness swallowed me whole. My legs burned with exhaustion, and every breath felt like shards of glass tearing at my chest. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t let myself stop, not even for a moment. I heard the angry shouts of the crowd, the sickening growls of the vampires, and then, in the deepest part of my heart, Mom’s voice. “I love you, Sage. Run!” Her words rang out, distant but clear, like an echo of something I could never hold again.My body refused to listen to my mind. I stumbled, my feet dragging through the dirt and the night, my arms heavy, and my heart shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was run.My legs wobbled beneath me, and my vision blurred, but I didn’t care. I found a small cave at the edge of the forest, a shadow that promised some semblance of safety, even if it was only temporary. I collapsed inside, my hands scraping against the cold stone floor. I wanted to scream, to sob until

Sage’s Point of ViewIt had been six years since I was brought to the palace. I had learned to endure, to stay silent in the face of cruelty, and to bury the ache in my chest where my heart used to be. The days blended together, each one colder than the last. But when I hold the locket my mother gave me before she was taken, a fleeting warmth would flicker inside me, reminding me of who I could have been, who I still dreamt of being. A part of me believed that one day, I would escape this suffocating cage of stone and gold, but today . . . today was not that day.The first time I realized I was unwanted was not when Empress Zaire looked at me like I was dirt beneath her boots. It wasn’t even when my father’s gaze was cold and distant, as though I didn’t exist at all. No, it was when the maids decided I didn’t deserve a title.I had just returned from my morning etiquette lessons, my fingers throbbing from the tutor’s cane. “A princess does not slouch. A princess does not scowl. A prin

SageThe music and laughter from the grand ballroom became a distant murmur as I stepped outside, unseen and unmissed. The emperor had commanded the festivities to continue, ensuring that no one would notice my absence. The cool night air wrapped around me, a stark contrast to the stifling weight in my chest. My gown trailed behind me, heavy and cumbersome, but nothing compared to the ache pressing against my ribs.I walked without direction, my steps leading me to the gardens. The scent of night-blooming flowers lingered in the air, weaving itself into the tangled threads of my thoughts. My vision blurred as hot tears welled in my eyes. I had held them back for too long. But here, beneath the impassive glow of the moon, I let them fall. A shuddering breath escaped me, my shoulders trembling as I clutched my chest, the weight of duty and expectation coiling around my soul like iron chains.Then, a handkerchief appeared before me.I hesitated, my fingers brushing against unfamiliar war

Sage The golden sunlight streamed through the windows of my chambers, casting long beams of warmth onto the polished floors. The first sounds of the morning filled the air—birds chirping outside, the soft rustling of fabric as the palace stirred to life. A gentle knock at the door pulled me from my half-asleep haze. Then, a soft voice. “My Lady, the empress has arranged a tea party this afternoon. You are expected to attend.” I blinked the sleep from my eyes, slowly sitting up. A tea party. It wasn’t entirely unexpected—court life revolved around such gatherings, carefully curated events where every word and gesture carried hidden meaning. The doors opened, and a group of maids entered, moving gracefully. Fresh linens, silk gowns in soft pastels, and delicate jewelry pieces were laid out before me, each item chosen to enhance rather than overpower. “My Lady, shall we begin preparations?” one asked. Wordlessly, I nodded. Warm water enveloped me as I sank into the bath, the scent