All Chapters of The Unclaimed Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AthenaBattle cries reached my ears as Cameron, Caleb, and I rushed out, shifting into our massive wolf forms with a single purpose in mind: defend our pack and end this invasion. As alpha wolves, we were bigger and stronger than the usual wolf. Caleb and I had brown fur, while Cameron had a black and white striped coat. Our paws pounded against the earth as we sprinted towards the border. Every muscle in my body was tense with rage at the thought of children being slaughtered. I planned to use every ounce of strength and magic to protect my people. I could excuse a lot of things, but the killing of children was unforgivable.At the border, the scene unfolded before me like a nightmare. The battlefield was stained with blood, bodies lying crumpled and lifeless, both wolf and human. Claw marks streaked across the ground, deep gouges in the earth where fierce battles had been fought. The roadblocks set up to protect our tribe had been destroyed and torn apart by the enemy. My dad and

AthenaIt was a war to avoid Cameron, nearly impossible. His presence in the same house as me was like a magnet that constantly pulled at my thoughts. All night, I tossed and turned in bed, fighting the urge to get up, go to his room, and fuck him senseless. But I knew better. The kiss earlier had already been a mistake, and I wasn’t about to allow my delusions to cause more problems for me. Determined to get control of my emotions, I decided to head outside to meditate and clear my mind.I walked through the quiet night toward the grove, finding comfort in the stillness. The aftermath of the recent battle had made everyone more cautious, and the grounds were empty. At least I could levitate in peace. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to rise into the air, spinning magic through my fingertips. The soft hum of power soothed my racing thoughts.Before, I'd have been afraid of getting caught. But now, knowing that the council might soon confront my dad about why

Seventy-fiveCameronAthena had made up her mind, and it showed in her eyes. Her certainty was cold and unshakable. It had been five years but I could read her like a book. That familiar look of hers, the one she wore when she’d already decided there was no going back, was the same look she gave when she was determined to win an argument, the one that said, I’m right, and you’re wasting your breath trying to convince me otherwise. Except this time, it wasn’t about something trivial. This time, she was dead serious about rejecting our bond.The thought of rejection suffocated me. Did she seriously think this was easy? Did she believe she could just toss away our bond like it was nothing? Like we hadn’t been bound together by forces we couldn’t control? Wasn’t she feeling the same gut-wrenching, soul-crushing agony I was? Or was this just some sick game to her—a way to prove that she could out-stubborn fate itself?I knew Athena could be headstrong—hell, stubborn might as well be her mi

A/N: I'm so sorry for the mixup in chapters 75 and 76. It has been corrected but will take a day or two for it to take effect. Athena The days blurred into one miserable, suffocating haze and dragged me deeper into the pit of despair. Every morning felt darker and heavier than the last, as if the sun had lost interest in shining on me altogether. Most of the time, I just curled up under my sheets, the curtains pulled tight as though I could block out the world and all the reminders of what I’d lost. Talking to anyone? Forget it. Unless they had a direct hotline to the Goddess herself, they could all stay the hell away from me.I had one focus—finding a way out of this mess, a way to get some divine intervention that might save both Cameron and me. If I wasn’t curled up in bed, spiraling into dark thoughts, I was glued to my computer screen and desperately researching anything at all, that might connect me with the Goddess.I combed through ancient texts, blogs, even random consp

AthenaTonight marked the full moon, the night of the rejection ceremony with Cameron. The thought alone felt like swallowing glass—jagged and brutal, cutting away any shred of comfort I had left.No joy hid in the shadows of this night. Only a thick, crushing hopelessness pressed on me, making every bone feel unstable and every step heavier. My whole body trembled like I was walking straight toward my own death.So, this was real.My parents stood nearby, watching me with faces heavy with sorrow, knowing full well the pain this ceremony would leave behind. Their eyes mirrored my pain and they knew that what we’d come here to do would shatter me and change me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. My mom's hand lingered on my shoulder.I wore a simple white dress—loose, in soft cotton, with embroidery around the bust. It felt like a mockery, this innocent white garment, as if dressing me like a sacrificial lamb somehow made this easier.With every step toward the clearing where my pack waite