Semua Bab MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIR: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 12: The Heir and the Lie Xander The storm outside lashed against the Sinclair estate, a howling tempest that mirrored the chaos unraveling within me. The rain lashed against the windows, its pounding rhythm competing with the thundering beat of my heart. It felt as if the heavens themselves were trying to tear the world apart, but the storm outside was nothing compared to the fire burning inside my chest. I could feel it—something was wrong. My boots echoed ominously across the marble floors of the manor, the hollow thuds of my steps a harsh reminder of the gravity of the situation. The heavy scent of burning wood and aged whiskey clung to the air, mixing with the ever-present musk of the estate’s old stone walls. But the warmth of the roaring fire failed to reach me. The cold had seeped into my bones, and no amount of physical heat could combat the icy fury churning in my veins. Amara was gone. Vanished. The guards hadn’t seen her. The staff was clueless. Her room was

Chapter 14: A weapon Amara The moment Xander agreed to my plan, a surge of satisfaction rippled through me. It wasn’t an expression I often allowed myself, but with him, it was different. He was a means to an end. No, not just a means—he was the catalyst. A tool. A weapon. And he didn’t even know it yet. I watched as he took the photograph, his eyes scanning it, his thoughts clearly racing behind those icy blue eyes of his. He’d been in the dark for so long, and now he was finally beginning to see the pieces align. But it wasn’t just about the game between Xander and Derek. It was about more. This was the beginning of a much larger battle, one that had been set in motion the moment my heart had shattered into pieces, discarded by fate and crushed under the weight of the family’s expectations. I had always been overlooked, always been the second choice, the one they didn’t care for. And Derek... Derek had been everything they wanted. My grandmother had chosen him to be the

Chapter 16: Hunting the MonsterAMARAThe moment I sent the message, I knew he’d come. Xander couldn’t resist the chase, and I was just as much the hunt as the one doing the hunting. I had called him here for a reason. And from the moment I stepped onto the training yard, alone, under the sliver of moonlight, I could feel it—his presence was already tugging at the edges of the night.He didn’t disappoint. His footsteps came in steady, determined strides, breaking through the quiet like the low growl of a predator. When he emerged from the shadows, his form carved out in silver, I didn’t have to look at him to know what kind of storm he carried with him. I could feel it in the air—the tension, the hunger, the promise of something dark."You’re late," I said without looking his way. The words felt sharp, cutting the space between us."Family drama," he muttered, and I could tell from the way he said it that it wasn’t something he wanted to delve into.I finally turned to face him, my ey

Chapter 18: Interlude – The Brother’s Gambit DEREK, The scent of night-blooming hemlock drifted through the chamber—sweet, narcotic, masking the sharper tang of silver ink, scorched herbs, and blood. The walls were lined with runes carved deep into stone, glowing faintly with violet light. My grandmother used to say the magic in this room was older than the mountain itself. Older, even, than the Sinclairs. She feared this place. I found comfort in it. I dipped the raven feather quill into the bowl of blood mixed with powdered obsidian. The ink hissed as it met the parchment—blessed vellum, torn from the skin of a shadowed elk. Old magic required old sacrifices. I dragged the quill across the page in long, slow strokes, etching each rune with reverence. This wasn’t just a contract. It was a birthright. A knock echoed on the oak door—soft, restrained. Hesitant. “Enter,” I said, not pausing my writing. Gareth stepped inside. His boots were caked in mud, his cloak soaked through

Chapter 20: Search for the TruthAmaraThe night air was thick with the scent of rain, though it had yet to fall. My steps echoed through the darkened alley as I walked towards the hospital, the cold air biting at my skin. But it couldn’t match the chill spreading through my chest. There was a growing pressure on me, a gnawing sensation that something far darker was closing in, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being hunted. As a wolf, my instincts were never wrong, but I didn’t have the luxury of stopping and looking over my shoulder. Not now.The hospital lights ahead flickered like distant beacons in a world that seemed to grow darker by the second. With every step, the tension inside me mounted. I pushed open the hospital doors, the cold air inside greeting me with the harsh, sterile scent of antiseptic, mixing with the underlying dampness of the old building. But it wasn’t just the smell of the hospital that clung to the air—it was something more. An energy, palpable an