บททั้งหมดของ A Mate for my Lycan Alpha: His Mate, Her Nightmare: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Kane’s POVI have never felt this kind of rage before.Not when I took my first life in battle. Not when I watched my enemies kneel before me, begging for mercy I never gave. Not even when I realized Avery, my fated mate, the one I had searched for all these years, was my archenemy's daughter and she absolutely hated me.All those had made me furious but this? This rage was something else entirelyThis fire in my chest, this blinding fury, this gut-wrenching desperation, it’s different and intenseAvery is burning up in my arns. Her body trembles against me, soft whimpers slipping past her lips. Her skin is too hot, feverish. Every step I take toward my packhouse, my grip on her tightens. The scent of the drug lingers on her, a sickening mix of chemicals meant to do more than weaken her.Adrian didn’t just want her defenseless.He wanted to break her.A savage growl rumbles from deep in my chest, but I force it down. Right now, my priority is Avery. My pack members watch in silence as

Avery’s POVThe room feels like a cage.The dim light flickers against the walls, casting elongated shadows that mirror the darkness swirling inside me. My body is rigid, stiff with barely contained anger, frustration, desperation.Kane stands across from me, silent. Watching. Always watching.I clench my fists, nails digging into my palms as I force the words past my trembling lips."Reject me, Kane."The demand rings through the suffocating silence, slicing through the space between us."End this bond. Set me free."His expression remains unreadable, but I see the shift in his golden eyes. A flicker of something unspoken. His wolf stirs beneath the surface, raw and restless.He doesn’t answer.Doesn’t react and my frustration spikes, my heart slamming against my ribs."Did you hear me?" I snap, rising from the bed, my voice rising with me. "Reject me!"Still, nothing.The silence stretches, thick with defiance, with tension that coils tighter and tighter.Kane’s jaw flexes. His hand

Kane’s POVThe pack is restless.For weeks, whispers have filled the air, growing louder with each passing day. The Red-Claw pack has been without a Luna for too long, and they demand answers. They demand a name.Tonight, at the monthly pack gathering, I know that I will no longer be able avoid it. I must tell them who their Luna is, I have no choice.Its evening, the moon is out in the sky shining brightly.The large open hall is packed, warriors, elders, omegas, and ranked members all standing shoulder to shoulder. The scent of roasted meat and burning wood drifts through the air, mingling with the palpable excitement that hums through the crowd. Conversations buzz in hushed tones, speculation running rampant.Who will it be? Who will finally be my Luna?I already know their guesses. They expect a strong female warrior. Maybe one of the high-ranking she-wolves. Someone who aligns with the power and dominance of an Alpha.But none of them are Avery.I climbed the podium, standing be

Kane’s POVShe’s gone.I watch as Avery stumbles away from the pack grounds, her form swallowed by the darkness of the trees. The silver glow of the moon traces her retreating figure, and for a split second, I swear she hesitates, just for a moment, before she disappears completely.My wolf howls, a desperate, agonized sound that tears through my mind like a blade.Go after her. Bring her back. Fix this.But I don’t move.I force my feet to stay planted, my fists clenching so tightly my nails dig into my palms. I’ve given her what she wanted. She asked for this.So why does it feel like I just carved out my own heart?The bond is gone, but the pain remains, raw and unrelenting. A wound that refuses to close. It festers, sinking into my bones, poisoning me with an emptiness I never imagined possible. My wolf paces inside me, snarling, begging—demanding—that I run after her, that I make her understand she belongs here.But she doesn’t want to belong to me.“She’s really leaving…”The mu

Kane’s POV The days blur into nights. The nights stretch endlessly, empty and cold.Kane drowns himself in duty.He trains harder than ever, sparring until his muscles scream in protest, fighting until his knuckles are raw and bloodied. He takes on patrols, strategic planning, and diplomatic meetings with neighboring packs, anything to keep his mind occupied. Anything to keep from thinking about her.But it doesn’t work.No matter how much blood he spills on the training grounds, how many rogues he slaughters in battle, nothing fills the void Avery left behind.She is in everything.The way the moonlight touches the treetops reminds him of how her silver-blue eyes used to gleam with defiance. The scent of the wildflowers near the lake brings back memories of the one time he caught her smiling, truly smiling, when she thought no one was looking. Even his bed, his damn bed, feels foreign, too cold without her warmth beside him.And the worst part? His wolf is miserable.It howls inside