All Chapters of My warrior mate's forbidden desire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Akira’s POV The Crescent Moon pack archives were a place of forgotten whispers, their darkened shelves housing relics and secrets that most wolves never dared to touch. I wasn’t like most wolves. The flickering candle in my hand barely illuminated the rows of ancient tomes and artifacts as I prowled through the room. I had been here before, many times, hunting for scraps of knowledge that might give me an edge over Kaida. But tonight was different. I was looking for a secret I was told about Atlas's lineage. Something had drawn me here—a dream, a feeling, a pull I couldn’t explain. It was as though an invisible thread was guiding me deeper into the heart of the archives. The air grew colder the farther I ventured, the faint scent of dust and decay filling my nostrils. My candle flickered as if resisting the darkness that pressed in around me. At the end of a narrow aisle, I found a small, locked cabinet coated in a layer of dust so thick it looked untouched for decades. I cro

Kaida’s POV The day after the rogue attack, the Blood Moon pack buzzed with activity. Patrols doubled, warriors sharpened their blades, and Miguel called for increased training to prepare for whatever was coming. While the pack seemed determined, I couldn’t shake the unease settling in my chest. Akira’s name lingered in my thoughts, her possible connection to the rogues gnawing at the edges of my mind. She lived in Crescent Moon pack, far from here—so how could she be involved? “Kaida,” Axel’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He stood by the training grounds, his expression serious. “Miguel wants to see us.” “Us?” I asked, surprised. Axel nodded. “Whatever this is, it’s big.” I followed him toward the packhouse, my nerves tightening with each step. Miguel’s Warning Miguel stood at the head of the war room, a large map of the territory spread across the table before him. His lieutenants flanked him, their faces grim. “Kaida, Axel,” Miguel greeted as we entered, his

Kaida’s POV The tension in the room was palpable as I paced back and forth, my boots echoing on the wooden floor of the guesthouse. Axel sat on the edge of a worn armchair, his jaw clenched and arms crossed. Our father, Alpha Thor, leaned against the windowsill, his face shadowed with worry. “You’ve always said that Blood Moon pack wasn’t home,” I began, turning to face him. “That it was only temporary. Well, it’s time to take back what’s ours.” My father’s expression hardened, the weight of old memories settling in his gaze. “Kaida, you don’t understand. That battle wasn’t just about power. It was personal. I lost friends, family—everything. I won’t lose the two of you too.” Axel stood, his fists tightening at his sides. “And what are we supposed to do, Dad? Sit here forever and pretend like we’re happy while someone else rules what’s rightfully ours?” Our father sighed heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I’ve made my peace w

Atlas's pov I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the faint glow of the crescent moon outside my window. Sleep had become a distant memory. Crescent Moon pack had grown restless under my leadership. Akira’s betrayal, the rogue attacks, and the whispers of Kaida’s name in every corner of my mind made it impossible to find peace. A faint creak pulled me from my thoughts. My muscles tensed as my eyes flicked to the door. It wasn’t unusual for wolves to seek me out at odd hours, but something about this felt different. The scent hit me before I saw her—wildflowers and the crispness of the forest after rain. My heart skipped a beat. “Kaida,” I whispered, my voice filled with disbelief as she slipped into the room. She shut the door quietly behind her, her gaze meeting mine with an intensity that sent a jolt through my chest. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you here again,” I said, rising from the bed. Kaida smiled softly, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. “I figure

Kaida’s POV The days following my return to Blood Moon pack were a dance of deception. Miguel had grown more attentive, always pulling me into discussions about the pack’s defenses or watching me during training sessions with an intensity that set my nerves on edge. I couldn’t afford to slip. Not now. Every smile, every nod, every carefully chosen word was part of a performance, one I couldn’t allow Miguel to see through. He thought he had me fooled, that I trusted him. Little did he know, I was here to uncover every piece of his twisted plan. One morning, after a particularly grueling sparring session, Miguel approached me on the training grounds. His sharp eyes scanned me as I wiped the sweat from my brow. “You’re impressive, Kaida,” he said, his voice smooth. I straightened, forcing a polite smile. “Thank you, Alpha.” Miguel stepped closer, his tone shifting. “I’ve been thinking about your role here. You’ve proven yourself time and again. The pack respects you, and I believ