All Chapters of The Mate I Can't Have: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Liam stands on a cliff overlooking the vast wilderness beyond the boundaries of Dark Moon Pack, his current home. Ever since he left Fairytale Pack, the place he was born and raised, he has felt a growing restlessness, a pull towards his roots. The memories of his father, the Alpha, and the pack’s traditions weigh heavily on his heart. As he converses with Niylah, his closest friend and potential mate, he shares his conflicted emotions. Liam feels a strong duty to return—not just to reclaim his birthright but to reconnect with the community that shaped him. Niylah listens intently, sensing the turmoil within him. She proposes they travel together, recognizing the importance of this journey for both of them. Her encouragement ignites a spark in Liam, and he decides to take the leap back to Fairytale Pack. They begin preparing for their journey, gathering supplies and mentally rehearsing what to say to Liam’s father and the pack members. On the night before their departure, Niylah and

Hilda's POVBack in our territory, I paced nervously, anticipation thrumming through every fiber of my being. I could feel the adrenaline coursing as I watched the rogues train—imperfect and restless, but they believed in me. They believed in our cause.“We will attack during the festival,” I announced during one of our training sessions, the fire in my voice igniting the fuse of ambition in their eyes. “They will be caught off balance, and we will take what belongs to us!”As I surveyed them, I saw growth in their grim determination and hunger for change. No longer would we be the underdogs. We would siege the Fairytale Pack and show them how power can shift.*************Sophia's POVThe night of the festival dawned clear, yet an electricity in the air foreshadowed trouble. The laughter mixed with the distant howling of wolves in the surrounding woods made my heart race. Preparing for war was not what I had envisioned for this evening.Among the vibrant decorations, my heart ached

Sophia's POVThe moon hung high in the midnight sky, casting silvery beams over the clearing where the fight had broken out. My heart still drummed in my chest, each beat echoing the tension of the confrontation. I leaned against a massive oak tree, its rough bark pressing into my back, the only anchor in the storm of emotions swirling in my mind."So much for diplomacy," I muttered under my breath, my voice barely a whisper. I thought things might have gone differently, that we could have resolved the conflict without violence. But here we were—a rift created among our own kind, and I had played a part in fanning those flames.As I watched Liam and Niylah approach, I felt a pang of regret. Liam, the ever-reliable Alpha, his demeanor radiating strength even when he was simmering with anger. And Niylah, fierce and unyielding, a testament to what it meant to fight for one’s beliefs. They had been caught in the crossfire, allies turned wary adversaries.“Can we talk?” My voice broke the

Liam's POVThe night air felt heavy, charged with emotions still pulsating from the earlier confrontation. Sophia’s voice drifted through my consciousness like a haunting melody, testing the strings of loyalty and trust. She stood before Niylah and me, a woman who’d carried the weight of being our beta and yet had slipped in her duty to protect the very foundation she held dear.“But you think you can just... pull the wool over our eyes and pretend it’s for our own good?” The words were out before I had fully processed them. I felt a mix of anger and disbelief at her veiled intentions, but there was an underlying concern—what else lay hidden behind those secrets?“I thought I was doing what was best!” She cried, small and earnest, the vulnerability in her reflection stirring something inside me. “I know I’ve made mistakes; I laid a path of betrayal. But I wanted to shield you two from the turmoil happening outside our borders.”In that moment, I felt the weight of my initial fury shi

Niylah's POVThe cool air was fraught with tension as Sophia revealed her truth, the revelation seeping into my consciousness like a slow poison. I tried to piece together the fragments of my emotions as I stood there, stunned.Sophia had been my confidant, a steadfast ally who had helped me navigate my darkest days. I had relied on her, unknowingly, while she had worn a mask so deceiving it felt as if the ground beneath me had shifted. It left me reeling, the foundation I thought our friendship was built upon cracking beneath the weight of her betrayal.“Evelyn,” I whispered, the name falling from my lips like a ghostly echo. “Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, remorse reflected in her gaze. I had justified my own insecurities through our bond; I had viewed our relationship as a sisterhood, one founded on support. To learn that Sophia had disguised herself as someone else—someone dangerously close to me—felt like a betrayal that ran deeper than mere deception; it threatened the v