All Chapters of My warrior mate's forbidden desire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Piper’s POV My hands **trembled** as I pressed them against my still-healing mark. The mark **he had given me.** The heat of it still **lingered**, the bond humming beneath my skin, tying me to him in a way that **terrified me.** I walked aimlessly through the empty hallways of the packhouse, my breath still **uneven**, my body still **burning.** I had let Rex mark me. I could have stopped him, could have **pushed him away.** But I hadn’t. And that scared me more than anything. Because **now there was no turning back.** I was his. And no matter how much I wanted to **fight it**— Some part of me knew I **belonged to him.** I barely noticed when I reached my bedroom, my fingers shaking as I **closed the door behind me.** My reflection stared back at me from the mirror— Disheveled hair, flushed skin, and **the fresh mark on my shoulder.** Proof that Rex had claimed me. I touched it **lightly**, sucking in a sharp breath as a shiver **rippled through me.**

Piper’s POV The morning sun filtered through the curtains of my new room, casting warm streaks of light across the soft, oversized bed. I blinked slowly, adjusting to the quiet. I woke up **without fear, without urgency.** No war. No battles. Just **peace.** And yet, my mind was **anything but calm.** Because today, I was being **welcomed into Shadowcrest Pack.** As **Rex’s mate.** The thought alone sent a **wave of nervous energy** through me. Not because I was afraid of them. But because I wasn’t sure I was **ready to belong to someone… or somewhere.** I slid out of bed, padding across the room toward the balcony. The view stretched out before me—**lush green forests, towering mountains, and the sprawling village of Shadowcrest.** It was breathtaking. The pack had once been Kaida’s family’s home. And now, Rex had **given it back.** I still didn’t know how to feel about that. Rex had built **his empire here, claimed these lands as his own

Atlas’s POV Kaida was **everything the storm and the calm. The fire and the ice. The air between us was **thick with heat**, the soft glow of the moon casting shadows across her bare skin. Her breath was uneven, her lips **slightly swollen from my kisses**, her blue eyes dark with need.** I had always known she was **beautiful But like this? With her body **pressed against mine**, her skin **flushed**, her fingers **trailing over my chest as if memorizing every inch of me**? She was deadly. And she had **no idea what she was doing to me. Kaida’s fingers **traced down my stomach, her touch barely there, her nails dragging lightly across my skin. She smirked when I **sucked in a sharp breath.** "Careful," I murmured, my voice **hoarse, thick.** She tilted her head, feigning **innocence.** "Or what?" I growled, flipping us so that she was **beneath me**, her gasp soft as her back met the sheets. I ran my nose along the curve of her throat, inhaling h

Kaida’s POV The celebration was still in full swing, but my focus had shifted. Not on the music, the laughter, or the feast that stretched before us. Not on the warriors drinking and howling in excitement. Not on the murmurs of approval from pack members as they welcomed me as their **Luna.** No. My focus was on him. On Atlas The man who had given me his name, his pack and his world. And tonight—he was giving me something even more, Forever. Atlas’s golden eyes never left me as he guided me away from the crowded hall, his grip firm, possessive. Each step we took was slow, deliberate—**like we were walking toward something inevitable.** The moment we reached his quarters, he pushed the door open, guiding me inside. The air was warm, scented with woodsmoke and something uniquely him. The fire in the hearth flickered, casting shadows across the walls. He turned to face me, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he spoke. "Are you ready for th

Kaida’s POV The journey to **Shadowcrest** was long, stretching over several hours beneath a sky that shifted from soft gold to bruised purple with each rising sun. Atlas rode beside me, his golden eyes fixed on the winding path ahead. His presence was steady—**a silent pillar of strength.** Behind us, Axel led the warriors, their armor glinting beneath the sun. My father rode at the rear, his expression unreadable as if the weight of returning home after so many years threatened to break him. Every hoofbeat against the dirt carried me **closer to my past.** Closer to the life I had left behind. I should have felt excitement. Relief. But all I felt was the heavy ache of **unfinished business. By the time we reached the borders of Shadowcrest, the sun had begun to set, casting the mountains in streaks of molten gold. The old stone gates still stood—**weathered, broken—but defiant.** My heart squeezed painfully at the sight. This was where I had grown up—w