Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Mate for my Lycan Alpha: His Mate, Her Nightmare: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Kane’s POVI stand by the large window, arms crossed over my chest, watching the rain lash against the glass in relentless sheets.The storm outside mirrors the one raging within me, violent and untamed.Behind me, Sophia’s voice is like a blade against my skin, sharp and grating.“She’s manipulating you, Kane.”I don’t turn around. My eyes remain locked on the fragile silhouette kneeling outside the gates“She’s doing this on purpose,” Sophia presses, stepping closer, her tone laced with irritation. “She wants to make you feel guilty. She rejected you, humiliated you, and now she crawls back, knowing knowing exactly how to play on your emotions.”My fingers curl into tight fists at my sides.“Let her suffer,” she continues, venom in her voice. “She doesn’t deserve your sympathy, Kane.”Sympathy.The word gnaws at something deep inside me.Sympathy is weakness.And I am not weak.I tell myself this over and over.But I can’t look away.Through the downpour, Avery remains kneeling, unm

Avery’s POVThe storm outside had passed, but a different one raged inside me.I had barely slept, my mind a relentless battlefield of guilt, desperation, and fear.The chill of the night still clung to my skin, but it wasn’t just the cold keeping me awake. It was him.Kane.His words had been sharp, biting, designed to wound. And they had. But what hurt more was knowing that deep down, despite everything, I still needed him.And that made me weak.I hated that weakness.But my son was out there, alone, possibly terrified. There was no room for pride. No space for the past. I had to focus on what mattered.Taking a deep breath, I pulled on my coat, ignoring the slight tremble in my fingers. I had a long night ahead, and Kane’s conditions still rang in my ears.I should feel disgusted.Angry.Even ashamed.But all I felt was… empty.I had made my choice. And now, I had to follow through.Just as I turned toward the door, a sharp knock made me freeze.My stomach twisted.Who in this pac

Kane’s POVThe night air is thick with tension as I step into the meeting place. My senses are sharp, every muscle in my body coiled, ready for battle. The damp earth beneath my boots, the distant howl of wolves in the forest.... everything around me screams danger.I expected a trap.And yet, the sight before me still sends a fresh wave of fury through my veins.Avery and the boy are shackled in thick silver chains, their bodies slumped against the cold, hard ground. Avery’s face is pale, her eyes filled with defiance but also something else... fear. My gut twists at the sight of the boy. He’s smaller than I imagined, fragile, his face streaked with dirt and tear stains.He looks at me, just for a second, and my breath catches.But there’s no time to process that.My attention shifts to the rogue leader standing before them. He’s taller than most, his face marked by old scars. His dark eyes gleam with amusement as he watches me, a smug grin curling his lips. Around him, a dozen armed

Avery’s POVNight drapes the pack’s territory in eerie silence, broken only by the distant howl of a lone wolf. Cold seeps through the damp stone walls of my prison cell, wrapping around me like an unforgiving embrace. My body aches, exhaustion settling deep into my bones, but the weight in my chest is heavier.I had come here for help.And instead, I was locked away like a criminal.But worse than my imprisonment is the thought of my son, alone, afraid, possibly crying for me in some dark corner of this territory. The image guts me, igniting a fire in my chest, but I am helpless. The iron bars before me stand as an unyielding reminder of my reality.I rest my forehead against the cold metal, swallowing down the lump in my throat. Think, Avery. I cannot afford to break. My son needs me.Footsteps echo down the corridor and my body tensesA shadow moves beyond thee bars, and then, Kane’s Beta, Damien, steps into the dim torchlight."Get up," he murmurs, voice low.I blink at him, my he

Avery’s POVThe evening air is crisp, the scent of rain lingering as I walk hand in hand with my son. Lisa walks beside us, chatting about work, laughing at a story about a clumsy customer spilling coffee everywhere.For a moment, I allow myself to believe that this is my life now, normal, safe, free.But the feeling doesn’t last.A familiar unease curls in my stomach, growing heavier with each step toward my apartment. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, but I force myself to smile as Lisa turns to me.“You okay?” she asks, eyes filled with concern.I nod quickly. “Yeah, just tired.”She hesitates, studying me like she knows I’m lying, but finally offers a small smile. “Get some rest, okay? Call me if you need anything.”“Thanks, Lisa. Goodnight.”Somehow I am always lucky enough to meet good people wherever I go.I push open my door, guiding my son inside. The second the door clicks shut behind me, I freeze.Something is wrong.The apartment feels too quiet. Not the usual comfort