Semua Bab My warrior mate's forbidden desire: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Kaida’s POVWarriors clashed in the streets, bodies littering the once-proud land. Fires burned along the packhouse walls, their glow illuminating the battlefield in eerie shades of orange and red. At the center of the chaos stood Miguel, his dark eyes locked onto mine, his smirk as infuriating as ever. “You’re free,” he mused, tilting his head. “I was wondering when they’d realize locking you up was a mistake.” I rolled my shoulders, the heat of my power coiling beneath my skin like a living thing. “You think I’m here to thank you?” He let out a low chuckle. “No. But I do think you’re here to destroy them.” His gaze flickered toward the Crescent Moon warriors desperately holding their ground against his men. “And I have to admit, I’m curious—will you fight with them? Or will you finally embrace what you were born to be?” I clenched my fists. “And what exactly do you think I was born to be?” Miguel stepped closer, his smirk never fading. “Something greater than an obedient litt

Kaida’s POV For the first time in what felt like forever, there was peace. Crescent Moon was rebuilding, the scent of fresh timber replacing the lingering traces of war. Warriors trained, but there was no urgency—no desperation, no looming threat of attack. The land breathed again, and so did we. I stayed with my father and Axel in a house just outside the main packhouse. It was simple but warm, filled with quiet laughter and shared meals. We were happy—almost as if the war had never happened. Almost. But there were still moments when I woke in the middle of the night, my body tense, my instincts screaming at me to be ready to fight. Even in peace, I wasn’t sure I knew how to rest. And apparently, neither did Atlas. The first time he sneaked into my room after the war, I nearly stabbed him. Tonight, I knew better. I heard the quiet creak of my window, the soft sound of boots landing on the wooden floor. I kept my breathing steady, pretending to be asleep as he moved closer.

Kaida’s POV The moment Alpha Rex stepped forward, time seemed to slow. He was identical to Atlas. Same golden eyes. Same sharp jawline. Same aura of dominance that made weaker wolves lower their heads in submission. But there was something different about him. Atlas radiated warmth, even in his most ruthless moments. He was a fire that burned fiercely, fiercely enough to protect, to love. Rex was cold. His expression was unreadable, his smirk calculated, his posture radiating nothing but control. And the way his warriors stood behind him—silent, unwavering, loyal—told me that this man was not just an Alpha. He was something far more dangerous. Atlas was the first to break the silence. "Brother?" His voice was sharp, disbelieving. "That’s not possible." Rex’s smirk widened. "And yet, here I stand." Atlas stiffened, his entire body radiating tension. "I was told you were dead." Rex tilted his head. "Clearly, you were misinformed." The air around us grew thick with unspoken

Seraphina’s POV For years, I had believed the boy was dead. And I had never grieved him. Because grief was for the weak. Because he had been the weaker of the two. Atlas was always meant to rule, always meant to carry the weight of the Crescent Moon Pack. The stronger heir. The one who had been raised and fit as an Alpha. But now… Now, the dead had risen. And he had returned as a king. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting flickering shadows along the wooden walls of my private chambers. I stood at the window, staring into the night, my grip tightening around the cane I barely needed. Rex. I never spoke his name. I had buried it the day they told me he was lost. And yet, he stood before us now, not as the helpless boy I had dismissed… But as a rival. A dangerous one. And the part that infuriated me most? He had learned. Learned to be ruthless. Learned to be cold. Learned to be everything I had tried to forge Atlas into. And now, he wanted our pack. A sha

Atlas’s POV Rex had haunted my thoughts for days. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw **flashes of memories I had long buried.** The scent of pine as we ran through the Crescent Moon forest as pups. The way our father had smiled at us—**at both of us.** The warmth of a bond that had once existed, severed before it had the chance to grow. I had spent my whole life believing my brother was dead. I had mourned him. I had moved forward without him. But now… now he was out there. Alive. And I wanted—**no, needed**—to see him. I needed to understand. What had happened to him? Why had he been taken? And most of all—why did he look at me like I was **his enemy?** I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his golden eyes had **hardened** when he saw me. Not with the recognition of a lost brother. But with the **calculating coldness of a man who had long abandoned the idea of family.** And that… That hurt more than I wanted to admit. I st