All Chapters of Alpha's Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The night stretched endlessly over the battlefield, shrouding the land in a heavy darkness that felt too thick, too unnatural. The fires of the fallen burned bright, sending smoke curling into the sky like whispers of the dead. The scent of blood and ash mixed in the air, filling Olivia’s lungs with something bitter, something final.Yet, despite the flames, the cold still clung to her skin.She stood alongside Ralph at the front of the pack, watching the fires consume the bodies of those they had lost. The Crestmoon wolves stood in silent rows behind them, their heads bowed in respect, their grief a heavy presence in the air. The crackle of burning wood was the only sound, save for the occasional quiet sob from someone mourning a fallen loved one.Olivia’s hands curled into fists at her sides.It should have felt like a victory.Amelia was gone. Her warlocks had been scattered or surrendered. The Crestmoon pack had survived.But the unease twisting in Olivia’s gut told her this wasn’

The scent of burning wood and flesh lingered in the air long after the last pyre had crumbled to embers. The battlefield had been cleansed, but the ghosts of the fallen still clung to the earth, whispering in the silence. Olivia could feel them—shadows of lost warriors, echoes of the past.The pack was restless. Even with Amelia gone, the tension hadn’t eased. If anything, it had thickened, curling around them like a storm waiting to break. Olivia felt it in the way the wolves moved—how they glanced over their shoulders, how they spoke in hushed voices, as if afraid something unseen was listening.Something was listening.She had felt it again, just before dawn. A prickle against her senses, an awareness of something lurking beyond the reach of her magic.It was watching.Waiting.And she had no idea what it wanted.Ralph stood beside her, arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the pack from the ridge overlooking their temporary camp. His golden eyes burned with thought, his jaw s

The walk back to the pack’s land felt longer than it should have, each step dragging under the weight of unease. Olivia kept glancing over her shoulder, half-expecting to see the shadowed figures following them, lurking just beyond the trees. But there was nothing. Just the darkness of the forest and the unsettling stillness it left behind.Oliver was barely conscious, his body weak and trembling in Maya’s grip. His breathing was uneven, shallow. Every now and then, his fingers twitched as if trying to grasp something unseen, his lips parting like he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.No one spoke much as they walked. The air was too thick with tension, with questions no one had the answers to.Ralph stayed close to Olivia, his presence grounding her. Though he hadn’t said much, she could feel his frustration simmering beneath the surface. His golden eyes burned with quiet fury, his jaw tight.The moment they crossed into the pack’s land, Olivia let out a slow breath. The fa

A heavy silence filled the chamber as Olivia stared at the dark version of herself seated upon the throne. The flickering blue torches cast eerie shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the cruel smirk curving on the other Olivia’s lips.Ralph moved first, stepping protectively in front of Olivia, his body tense like a wolf ready to pounce. “Who are you?” His voice was sharp, laced with fury. “You’re not Olivia.”The woman on the throne tilted her head. “Aren’t I?”Her voice was Olivia’s—but twisted, colder, carrying an unnatural echo that sent a chill down Olivia’s spine.“No,” Olivia said firmly. “You look like me, but you’re not me.”The other Olivia chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred. “I am you. The part of you that you buried. The part you’re too afraid to face.” She stood gracefully, descending the throne’s steps with deliberate, confident strides. “Tell me, what did you think you’d find in Oliver’s mind? A simple lock to break? A key hidden in the shadows?” She tsked,

The night air was thick with tension as Olivia stepped outside the healer’s quarters, her heart still unsteady from the events inside Oliver’s mind. The stars overhead were dim, hidden behind swirling clouds, as if the sky itself sensed the storm brewing on the horizon.Ralph was beside her, his presence steady and unwavering. He hadn’t let go of her since they’d woken up from the nightmare, and she hadn’t asked him to. She needed his warmth, his strength, to remind her that she was here, that she hadn’t left a part of herself behind in that abyss.A breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the distant howls of wolves on patrol. Olivia inhaled deeply, the scent of pine and damp earth grounding her, but it didn’t ease the weight in her chest.“She’s still in there,” she murmured, staring at the darkened treetops beyond the pack’s stronghold.Ralph’s jaw tightened. “I know.”“She’s watching me.”He turned to her, his golden eyes sharp with determination. “Then let her watch,” he gro