All Chapters of Please Forgive Me My Mate!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

11KaneI breathed heavily as I sprinted through the shadowy forest, the shouts and howls of the pursuing guards echoing all around me. My escape had not gone unnoticed, as I had feared, and now the Lycan King's entire retinue was on my trail, intent on dragging me back to that dank cell. "Stop right there! Surrender, or you'll be nothing but wolf fodder!" bellowed a gruff voice as I sprinted through the shadowy forest."You think you can escape the Lycan King's grasp? You're a fool!" warned another guard, their shouts echoing through the trees.Ignoring their threats, I continued running, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on my fur. "You won't make it far, mutt! The King wants you back in that cell!" a guard sneered."If you don't stop running, you'll be a death meat, werewolf! The King's orders!" another shouted, the desperation in their voices matching the howls of pursuit.The trees ahead were getting fewer, and the moonlight peeked through, shining on my fur. I transformed int

12Kane,I stared in disbelief as I took in the right before me, I had to blink my eyes a few times to ensure that I was seeing well and right, Gazing at her form, I could see dry flakes of tears on her face as I approached hesitantly,"Serena? Is it really you?"My voice was barely above a whisper as I questioned her with furrowed brows,Staring at her, my heart and head were in a battle, on one hand, I wanted to rush to her and never let her go, on the other I wanted to berate and ask her when she had been, her absence had cost me a lot. Serena barely acknowledged me as she got on her knees before the king, clasping her hands she begged in a broken voice,"Please, Sir! Please don't kill him, please save his life for the sake of our children" Everyone present let out a loud gasp, with their eyes as wide as saucers. “What is she talking about?”“Children? For the Alpha?”“I cannot believe my ears, this has to be a lie I tell you!”Everyone around began asking all at once, but I co

15KaneThe city lights flickered in the distance as I walked through the bustling urban jungle, lost in a sea of thoughts. Serena's words reverberated in my mind, cutting deeper than any critique. How had I let my pride and ego sabotage what really mattered?I had allowed my pride and ego to come between us, betraying the sacred bond of mate and pack. Because of my mistakes, Serena had suffered unspeakable hardships alone - and now our pups were missing too. Guilt and self-loathing consumed me.Stopping under a dimly lit streetlamp, I let out a frustrated sigh, the city noise drowning in my anguish. What right did I have to mourn when I was the architect of Serena's pain? I had to find a way to fix this mess, to earn even a shred of her trust and help locate our missing kids. But how?A rustle behind me snapped me from my dark thoughts. I tensed, scanning the shadows, catching a familiar scent on the breeze. "Show yourself," I growled, ready for a confrontation.A figure emerged, han

17SerenaThe week passed in a flurry of preparations for the ball. As word spread, RSVPs poured in from neighboring kingdoms. I whiled away my hours in fittings, selecting the finest silks and jewels from the royal treasury for my gown. As the week passed in a flurry of preparations, I found my thoughts often drifting back to Kane, no matter how I tried distracting myself. Alone in my chambers in the evenings, I would sit holding Thomas and Evelyn's delicate silver necklace, tracing its teardrop moonstone pendant with my fingertips. May their gentle souls rest peacefully. Memories of their kindness when they took me in after Kane cast me out would flood back, bringing a fresh wave of grief and loneliness. I recalled nights sitting by the fire as Evelyn tended to my wounds, her gentle hands and soothing voice like a mother's. Thomas teaching me to read by the afternoon light streaming through the windows. Their love and acceptance had been my saving grace in the darkness that foll

19SerenaRigel sputtered, caught off guard. But another bowed respectfully. "Forgive us, Your Highness. Old Rigel speaks out of turn."I held up a hand. "No need for apologies yet, friend. I welcome honest counsel, however gruffly delivered. Now Rigel, share your views - but choose words carefully."Rigel eyed me warily. "With respect, Princess, you've yet to face true hardship. War is no place for delicate sensibilities."I arched a brow at Rigel. "Pray tell, what do you know of my hardships?" I asked calmly. Rigel shifted, clearly unaccustomed to being questioned. "With respect Princess, I meant no offense. It's just that war ain't no place for a lady." "Is that so?" I replied evenly. "Then enlighten me, Rigel - what defines a lady, if not her character?"Rigel opened his mouth then closed it, at a loss. I pressed on. "You assume I am weak or delicate because of my title, my birth? Things over my control. But you should rather judge me for those within - my character, convictions