All Chapters of Alpha Kane's Omega Mate.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Julia's povAs the car came to a halt, I froze, my feet numb. My mind screamed for me to get out but my body refused. How could I? When my being was being tormented by the things that happened here.*Mate.*Images of Alpha Kane and Selena on that podium about to be engaged flashed before my eyes, the stoic expression on his face. The hateful gazes. Everything. I shot my eyes, my heartbeat reaching my ears in loud thuds. “Come on out, Miss Thompson.” My eyes opened and met the nonchalant gaze of the warrior.He opened the door, while I fought hard to ward off the numbness settling in my leg and step out. And I did, but my legs felt like jello, and I found myself falling. Thankfully, I didn't meet the ground, not with something tugging on my hand.I slowly regained my feet and turned to see who saved me. “Hi.” A woman greeted me; she seemed to be around the age of 30. I could tell from her looks, but her beauty could be compared to that of a 19-year-old. Her jet-black hair was tied in

Julia's pov“And what are you doing outside your chambers?”My heart sank. Slowly, I turned, and there she was—the queen mother, with Selena, that insufferable brat, standing beside her, both watching us with icy glares.“Did you not hear the question that was asked?” Selena's annoying voice boomed.“A tour, your highness,” Penelope faced a reply.“And who permitted that?” The queen's mother asked. Goddess, I knew I would put her in trouble. What do I do now? “I am sorry, I insisted on seeing the pack house and forced Penelope to take me. I apologize if I crossed a boundary.” I explained. Penelope shot a glance at me and then at the two women. “There were strict instructions that were simple for you to follow, but I guess you are just dumb and foolish to have figured that out,” Selena said in a mocking tone. On a normal day, I would have been hurt by her words, but honestly, I felt nothing.“Those orders were followed, but I was suffocating in there, so I introduced this idea to he

Kane's povI stood outside Julia’s door, my hand raised, ready to knock, but something inside me wouldn’t let me. My fingers hovered in the air, shaking as I fought against the impulse that was screaming at me to turn around and leave. It wasn’t just hesitation—it was fear. Not of her, but of myself. Every time I came here, the same thing happened. I’d get too close, feel too much, and the wolf inside me would start pushing its way to the surface, urging me to do things I wasn’t ready for.Last time, I almost lost it. I’d come so close to letting him take over, pushing her further than either of us was ready for. The memory of it made my stomach tighten. How long could I keep fighting this? How long until I finally lost control?I let out a sharp breath, my chest tight with frustration, and dropped my hand. There was no point in standing here any longer. This was a mistake. I turned to leave, but just as I did, a maid came around the corner, heading straight for Julia’s room. She froz

Julia's povThe dungeon felt like it had swallowed me whole. Darkness wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket, and every breath was heavy with despair. I had been crying for what felt like hours—maybe even days. My heart ached, not just for myself, but for Alpha Kane, too. I had known this would happen. Whether or not it happened in my room, I will be out to blame. I was the hated one, the evil one. I felt the weight of blame settle on my shoulders. They would throw me into this hell and forget about me.I hadn’t said a word to defend myself. Why? I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Maybe I was paralyzed by shock or perhaps it was just hopelessness, but I shouldn't have let them drag me away without a fight. I had to stay strong, though. I had to live long enough to prove my innocence—if I could even manage that.I thought about my mom and Alex; how would they be fairing knowing I was here, locked up in this dungeon and being blamed for Alpha Kane's death?I gulped the la

Kane's pov The moment I lifted Julia into my arms, I felt like I was carrying glass. Fragile, cold, barely there. It terrified me in a way I hadn’t felt in… maybe ever. My heart was racing so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. She couldn’t die. She couldn’t leave me. Not like this. Not now. Not ever.I barely registered the drive to the hospital. Everything blurred into one chaotic rush of panic. When I burst through the doors, the only word I could manage was, “Help her!” My voice was more of a growl than a shout. The desperation in it shocked even me.The doctors moved fast, pulling her from my arms before I could blink. I was left standing there, suddenly empty, like a piece of me had just been ripped away. They tried to stop me from following, but I wasn’t having it. No way. I pushed past them and followed her through the sterile, cold corridors. No one argued.I watched, feeling helpless, as they hooked her up to machines, tubes, wires. I’d seen it before, been in