Semua Bab A Mate for my Lycan Alpha: His Mate, Her Nightmare: Bab 81 - Bab 88

Avery’s POVI awoke to the acrid scent of burning wood and thethe suffocating weight of captivity. My head throbbed with every shallow breath I took, and for a brief, disoriented moment, I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or still unconscious.But then I saw it, the high ceilings, the dark stone walls, the elaborate chandelier casting flickering shadows across polished floors.I knew this place. It looked all too familiarIt was my father’s packhouse.No. No, no, no…Panic flared in my chest as I bolted upright. The plush bedding beneath me mocked the terror clawing at my throat. My limbs felt like lead, my wrists sore and bruised. I stumbled off the bed, feet unsteady, and the world spun before my vision steadied. My eyes darted around, desperate.Where was he?“My son…”The words barely made it past my lips, dry and cracked from disuse. I staggered toward the door, yanking the handle, but it was locked. I slammed my fists against the heavy wood, screaming louder this time.“Where is

Avery’s POVThe journey is long, but the silence is longer.No one speaks. Not the guards. Not the driver. Not me.The carriage rattles along uneven roads, every bump jostling my body, but I barely notice. My mind is far, far away, from this damned seat, from the silk choking my skin, from the future I never chose. I stare blankly at the passing trees, watching the shadows stretch and shift across the landscape like specters, as if the forest itself mourns what I’ve become.A prisoner.Not in shackles or chains, but something worse.A prisoner of circumstance.A daughter traded like livestock. A mother who gave up her freedom to save her child. A girl who once dreamed of love… now promised to a stranger whose name she only speaks in fear.By the time the carriage creaks to a stop, dusk is bleeding into the sky. I don’t even realize we’ve arrived until the door is thrown open.“We’re here,” one of the guards grunts, offering no hand as I step down onto the cold stone.I glance up.The

Avery’s POVThe knock on my chamber door came just as I finished brushing my hair. I froze, my brush hovering mid-air as the door creaked open without waiting for permission. A guard stepped in, stiff and silent, before motioning for me to follow. I didn’t ask where I was being taken, there was no point. In this place, it was obvious my questions didn’t matter.The halls were cold and we walked in silence, past stern-faced servants and curious pack members who didn’t bother hiding their judgment. I kept my head high. I would not let them see me crumble.He was waiting for me in what looked like a private study, dark wood walls, a roaring fireplace, and shelves lined with books no one had touched in decades. The old Alpha Callum stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back as if he were some noble monarch greeting a war prize. I didn’t need to be told who he was. His presence bled power… and something colder. Something decayed.He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping over me like

Avery’s POV The morning sun filters through the windows, casting long streaks of gold across the marble floor. The silence in this house always feels heavy, almost as if it’s daring me to breathe too loudly. After the chaos of yesterday, the accusation, the whispers, I need air. I step outside, wrapping my shawl tighter around my shoulders as the wind brushes against my skin. The garden is quiet, unnaturally so. It’s early enough that no one else is out here, and I’m grateful for the solitude. The flowers are in bloom, colors bursting from every corner, their scent calming and familiar. For a moment, I allow myself to imagine I’m somewhere else, somewhere safe. Somewhere free. Somewhere with my son. I walk slowly, letting the soft crunch of gravel under my shoes ground me. My mind wanders to my son again. Is he safe? Is he thinking of me? Crying for me? I miss the warmth of his small hands, the sound of his laughter. I miss being his mother, not some caged pawn in someone else’s ga