Semua Bab My warrior mate's forbidden desire: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Kaida’s POVThe moon hung low over **Shadowcrest**, casting silver light across the stone walls of the packhouse. The night was **too quiet.** Too still. I stood on the balcony overlooking the village, the cool wind brushing against my skin. The distant murmur of warriors patrolling echoed through the air, but something felt **off.** I had earned this place. Fought for it. But shadows from the past had a way of finding their way **home.** Footsteps approached behind me, soft and deliberate. Atlas’s scent wrapped around me before his arms did, his warm chest pressing against my back. "You’re thinking again," he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck. I leaned into him, my eyes never leaving the dark treeline at the edge of the village. "I can’t help it," I whispered. He sighed, wrapping his arms **tighter** around me. "We’ve reclaimed what’s ours," he said softly. "They accepted your family so stop thinking.I closed my eyes, trying to let his warmth chas

Kaida’s POVThe soft glow of dawn seeped through the cracks of the window, casting delicate streaks of gold across the worn stone walls of Shadowcrest. The world outside was slowly stitching itself back together, but inside, I still felt like I was coming apart. The past few days blurred into endless hours of pain, whispered prayers, and sleepless nights. Atlas remained at my side through it all—**silent, unwavering, mine.** His fingers traced along the fresh scar beneath my bandages as if he could erase the wound just by touching it. But there were some wounds no Alpha could heal. I should have killed her. The thought had clawed at me every night since I let Akira disappear into the shadows. Her voice still lingered in my mind—**You killed my mate.** I hadn't asked for this war. I hadn't asked to take Miguel’s life. But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was that I had given her the chance to walk away… And I had no idea if she'd ever **forgive me fo

Kaida’s POVThe morning sun spilled over Shadowcrest, casting warm streaks of gold across the rebuilding village. The scent of pine and damp earth filled the air, mixing with the distant crackle of fires as warriors repaired the damaged walls. The world outside seemed to be stitching itself back together… But inside, I still felt like I was balancing on the edge of **something fragile.** Atlas’s arm rested around my waist, his golden eyes scanning the horizon as if he expected the shadows to rise again. He hadn’t let me out of his sight since we returned. Part of me wanted to push him away—prove that I could stand on my own. But another part—the part I hated admitting even to myself—**needed him close.** “You’re watching me again,” I murmured, breaking the silence. Atlas’s fingers tightened on my hip. “You almost died, Kaida.” I glanced up, meeting the storm brewing behind his gaze. “I’m still here.” His jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned d

Kaida’s POV** The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting silver streaks over the dense forest. Each breath I took tasted of cold earth and lingering tension. The message Akira had left behind weighed on my heart, and now I stood face-to-face with her beneath the canopy of stars. Her dark eyes flickered with hatred—sharp, dangerous, but beneath it all, **broken.** "You should have killed me when you had the chance," she hissed, her voice as brittle as the wind that whistled through the trees. I felt Atlas’s presence behind me, his wolf pacing just beneath his skin, ready to tear through anyone who threatened me. His golden eyes burned into Akira, but he stayed back—**letting me lead this fight.** I clenched my fists, my claws digging into my palms. "I spared you because I know what revenge does to a soul," I said, keeping my voice steady. Akira’s bitter smile twisted across her lips. "And what has mercy done for you, Luna? Made you weak?" Her words cut deep, slicing thro

Kaida’s POVThe moon hung high over **Shadowcrest**, casting cold silver light through the cracks in the packhouse walls. The scouts' message echoed in my mind like a haunting whisper. **Gregor… traitor.** I stood at the war table, my fingers tracing the map spread beneath flickering candlelight. The northern ridge was marked in red—where the rogues had been spotted gathering. The betrayal cut deeper than any wound I had ever endured. Atlas paced behind me, his golden eyes **dark and unreadable.** His wolf was close—too close—but he kept his rage bottled beneath the surface. Axel leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp blue gaze flicking between us. “We trusted him,” Axel said bitterly. “He fought with us. He bled for us.” I swallowed hard, the betrayal pressing heavy on my chest. “He’s bleeding for someone else now.” Atlas’s low growl rumbled through the room, shaking the air around us. His fists clenched at his sides, the veins in his arms pulsing beneath hi