All Chapters of Bound To My Alpha Mate : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Avery’s POV My heart raced with each step I took, the fear that Carolina might be in real danger lacing my thoughts. Zane walked ahead, his broad shoulders cutting through the darkness, while Tricia and I fell in closely behind, whispering hurried strategies and scenarios. We gathered the pack in the clearing just outside the lodge, urgency thrumming through our veins. Zane centered us, his authoritative presence commanding attention. “Listen up, everyone,” he began, his voice steady and strong. “Carolina is missing, and we believe she’s in danger. Some clues were found in her room, and we need to act fast. I expect all of you to search the forest thoroughly—listen for any signs of her presence, and keep your eyes sharp for anything out of the ordinary.” The members of the pack nodded, determination etched into their features. A part of me was grateful for the unity, hoping it would lead us to her safe and sound. But the deeper truth gnawed at my gut, feeding my anxiety. Craig was

For the longest time, I’ve carried this quiet voice inside me, telling me I wasn’t enough—that I was always second, always in Avery’s shadow. I watched her shine so brightly, effortlessly drawing people in, achieving things I only dreamt of, and somehow, I convinced myself that my worth depended on her approval. I thought if I supported her, if I stayed in her orbit, maybe I’d be okay. Maybe I’d be enough by association.But lately, I’ve started to see things differently. It’s like a slow awakening—little moments that pile up until I realize I’ve been living under a false impression. I used to believe that Avery’s success was my success, that my happiness was tied to her happiness. I told myself that my voice didn’t matter as much, that my ideas were secondary. I thought that if I spoke up, I might threaten her or disturb the balance I’d created. But the truth is, I was only dimming my own light.It wasn’t until recently that I truly understood: I don’t need to be second to anyone. I

Chapter TwoAverySleep became impossible after that.I lay awake long after Zane’s breathing evened out beside me, staring at the ceiling while shadows crept and shifted with the moonlight. Every sound felt too loud. Every silence too heavy. I could feel the pack moving around us—guards changing shifts, patrols circling the perimeter—but instead of comfort, it only sharpened my unease.Because Elara was here now.Down the hall. Under our roof.And whether Zane believed her or not, something inside me did.I slipped quietly from the bed and pulled on a sweater, my bare feet cold against the floor. The pack house smelled the same as always—wood smoke, earth, familiar bodies—but beneath it lingered a faint wrongness, like a storm waiting just beyond the horizon.Elara sat at the long table in the common room, hands wrapped around a mug she hadn’t touched. She looked smaller in the warm lamplight, younger somehow, but when she lifted her eyes to me, that strange weight returned.“You’re

AveryThe first scream came just before dawn.It sliced through the bond like shattered glass—panic, pain, fury all tangled together—and every wolf in the pack felt it at the same time. I was moving before I was fully awake, heart slamming against my ribs as instinct surged to the surface.Zane was already on his feet.“South ridge,” he said, voice tight. “That was south.”I didn’t argue. I didn’t think. I shifted mid-stride, bones burning, the familiar agony grounding me as fur tore free and power flooded my limbs. We burst from the pack house together, wolves pouring out behind us like a living tide.The forest no longer felt watchful.It felt hostile.The scent hit first—wrong, sharp, invasive. Not just rival pack.Multiple.“They’ve crossed the line,” someone snarled through the bond.And this time, they didn’t fade back into the trees.We found the sentry near the old ravine, blood darkening the leaves beneath him. Alive—but barely. Two others stood over him, backs bowed, hackles

The war room had never felt this small.It wasn’t the size of it. The long oak table still dominated the centre, carved with the history of every Alpha before Zane. The walls still held the same maps, the same ward markings, the same symbols that had protected the pack for generations.But tonight, it felt like none of it was enough.I stood at the far end of the table, arms folded tightly across my chest, forcing myself to stay still while every instinct inside me screamed to move.To act.To do something.Zane was already in command mode.“Report,” he said, his voice cutting cleanly through the low murmur of gathered wolves.The room quieted instantly.Beta Jaxon stepped forward first, his shirt still streaked with dried blood—not all of it his own.“Three injured at the south ridge. Two more near the ravine. No fatalities,” he said. “They pulled back fast once the breach failed.”“They always do,” someone muttered from the side.Zane ignored it. “Tracks?”“Gone within half a mile,”