Semua Bab Wolf Rachael : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Kelvin's hands were warm against my flesh, at the touch and he was kind as he put a moist towel over the cut on my shoulder. I mourned silently, the pain from the cut and, other than his steady breathing and the distant crackle of the fire, the cave was silent. The night was quiet outside. It seemed odd, as if no one else knew what we had lost. I should have pulled away. I should have told him no. However, I didn't. I let him touch me, let him clean the wounds I barely felt anymore. My body ached, but my heart ached worse. And the hairpin he gave me sat heavy on my lap, a fragile piece of silver that had somehow survived the flames when everything else had turned to ash.Kelvin dipped the cloth into the bowl of water again, his expression unreadable as he cleaned my wound.“Did you keep it all this time?” he asked, in a low voice. I swallowed hard. “Yes.” As he lifted my wrist, his fingertips stroked my arm, removing the dried blood from the area around my knuckles. I should have been

I was surprised to see how many people there were. The gathered wolves were bathed in golden light from the torches that dotted the clearing's perimeter. Alphas gathered in groups, followed closely by their Betas, while warriors dotted the edges, keeping watch like sentries. I had grown up seeing gatherings like this from afar—when my father was still alive, still Alpha. But I had never stood at the center of one. Until now.Logan stood at my right, steady as ever. On my left was Kelvin, who was more subdued but just as powerful. Both of them remained silent despite the tension between them crackling like a live wire. Not here. Not now.Alpha Gareth, the Ironclaw pack's leader, appeared out of the crowd. He was old enough to have known my father, yet his face was one of mistrust mixed with curiosity rather than friendliness.He shouted, his voice echoing over the crowd. "You survived. And not just survived—changed.”There was no question. I looked him in the eye. “Yes.”There were mu

As though she could see right into the battle waging inside of me, the elder's eyes remained fixed on mine. Her lined face was covered in flickering shadows as the fire in the middle of the room crackled low. A strong, old-world smell of burning sage filled the air as smoke curled from the bundle of plants in her hands."You look for answers," she said. "Are you prepared for the truth, though?"I tightened my throat and gulped."I am not sure."Something twisted her lips, but it was not quite a grin. “Honest. That’s good.” The beads in her braids, which were stained with silver, clicked quietly together as she moved. "Very few are."My claws were digging into my palms as I clenched my fists in my lap. “You said the mate bond can be severed.” The words felt strange on my tongue. Dangerous. “And reforged.”The elder dipped her head. “Yes.”Even though the fire at my back was warm, I felt a chill."What is meant by that?" I asked. As though considering how much to say, she let out a deep

Kelvin had promised he would lead me to a place, where I would learn how to be strong and today we both are ready to start up the trip.He led me through the thick forest, I perceived the scent of pine and damp which was thick in the air. We walked in silence, but I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, leaving me uncomfortable. His glance wasn’t questioning, nor was it demanding for anything. It was steady, unwavering and like he was waiting for me to break the silence first. Which I did.“Where are we going?” I finally asked, my voice was softer than I intended to make it look.He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped over a fallen tree and gestured for me to follow him. “An old Lycan training ground, just as I have told you” he finally said. “No one comes here anymore. It’s just us. And I am doing it for your betterment”Just us.The words sent a shiver down my spine. Whether from anticipation of what he told me or fear, I wasn’t sure but I could feel it.When we fina

The sight of him sent a shockwave through me, it was like an electricity passing through my vein.Mike Freeman? What!I knew he was my former mate. The cruel Alpha who had rejected me, humiliated me, and threw me away like I was nothing all because I was a weak omega as assumed by him. He hated me so much for it and ended up rejecting and banning me from entering the pack.But when he discovered I was the last ghost wolf, he came back demanding to have me to himself. Maybe he did that on purpose as he had said before, that was why he left his mark on me. A mark I never wanted, the mark that keeps me connected to him even when I don't want to.Now, he is standing at the edge of the tree, with his broad frame still as imposing as ever, but there was something different about him now.He looked… haunted.Those sharp blue eyes of his locked onto mine, flashing with something unreadable. Maybe Regret? Maybe Guilt? Or just another twisted attempt to control me?But in all I asked myself how