All Chapters of MATED TO THE ALPHA HEIR: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21: Into the ShadowsAMARA,The cold air wrapped around me like a shroud as I stood frozen, the echo of the flatline still ringing in my ears. My mother’s death—it was as if the world itself had taken a breath and held it, waiting for the next tragedy to unfold. Her lifeless body lay in the sterile white room, the machines silent now, their once steady beeps fading into an eternal void. I could still feel her presence, though—an absence so profound that it gnawed at the very core of my being. But there was no time to mourn. Not now. Not when the shadows were creeping closer.I turned slowly, my body moving on autopilot, the numbness of grief attempting to take hold. The figure I had glimpsed in the hallway was no longer there. It had melted into the darkness, as if it had never existed. But I knew better. Something—someone—was out there. Watching. Waiting.The soft hum of hospital machinery became an oppressive silence around me, suffocating. My wolf, ever-alert, paced nervous

Chapter 23: The long awaited XANDER, The severed head in my hands felt heavier than it looked. The blood had dried into a grim, rusty hue, the lifeless eyes staring up at me in silent accusation. It was a trophy, yes, but it also symbolized the cost of everything I had sacrificed. What should have been a victory now felt like a burden, an anchor dragging me deeper into a game I could barely comprehend. The taste of triumph was bitter, tainted by the price I had paid to get here. It was as though I had made a pact with darkness itself, and now the shadow of that deal loomed over me. I pushed open the heavy oak doors of my grandmother Susanne’s chambers, the brass handle cold beneath my fingers. The echoes of my boots clacked against the cold stone floors, a rhythm that felt oddly like a countdown, the ticking clock of my fate catching up to me. The room was warm with the glow of a crackling fire, its dancing light casting long shadows on the walls. In the center of the room, Susanne

Chapter 25: Mourning the Dead AMARA, Grief wasn’t something I could afford to feel. Not now, not with everything at stake. But even the hardest hearts have their cracks, and mine, despite all the walls I’d built, had started to splinter. It clung to me like an invisible weight, a shadow that followed me through every room, through every decision, every step I took. The death of my mother left a gaping hole inside me, one I couldn’t fill with anything—nothing that mattered, anyway. Not power. Not revenge. And certainly not the coronation ceremony that was fast approaching. She had been the foundation of my every choice, my every ambition. She was the reason I had forged the alliances I had, the reason I’d moved through this world with such calculated precision. It had always been about getting closer to the Luna position, the power that would make me untouchable. And now, I was just days away from standing beside Xander Sinclair, the Alpha-in-waiting, his Luna. But the truth that g

Chapter 27: She Is mineAmara,The silver gown clung to my skin like a second soul—stitched in sacred moon-thread, blessed by the High Priestess herself, and dyed with the blood of a sacrificial wolf whose name had long been struck from our records. Not even whispers dared resurrect it.Its weight was unbearable, a constant reminder of the ancient rituals and heavy expectations I was about to fulfill. And yet I wore it proudly. Because weakness had no place in the eyes of the Crescent Moon Pack—not in our traditions, not in our future, and certainly not in our leaders. Especially not in me.The ceremonial chamber loomed ahead like a cavern of judgment. The scent of history and power bled from every stone: myrrh and dried bloodroot, incense and shadow, and the musky heat of wolves who had spent too long trapped in their human skins. High above, runes were carved into the arched ceiling, pulsing faintly with dormant magic. The flames from iron braziers flickered, throwing long, dancing

Chapter 29 – The battleAmaraThe silence that followed was suffocating. It was as though the air itself had thickened with the weight of my words, curling around us, forcing us to confront the truth that had shattered everything. Xander stood before me, his gaze intense, unreadable, and yet, there was something raw in the way his shoulders tensed. It was the kind of tension that signified a battle—internally, externally, both.His voice broke the stillness, low and seething. "What are you saying, Amara? What is this? That mark—that bond—what does it mean? Is Derek involved in all of this?"I could see the flash of disbelief in his eyes. He couldn’t understand, couldn’t wrap his mind around how all of this had unfolded. And honestly, I couldn’t either. I wanted to explain it to him, to tell him what had happened, but the truth was, I was still struggling to comprehend it myself."I don’t know, Xander," I murmured, feeling the weight of my own confusion pressing down on me. "I don’t kn