Alpha's STOLEN Mate (by Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

His words hit like physical blows because they were true. I would have dismissed his concerns, probably accused him of trying to delay me

with paranoid theories.

“Besides,” Frost continued, his tone growing colder, “I wasn’t going in unprepared. I used the Primal Echo Brew before we left.”

The words hit me like a sledgehammer. I stared at him, momentarily speechless, as the implications crashed over me.

“You used what?” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Frost’s expression remained impassive. “The Primal Echo Brew. It’s an ancient enhancement that—”

“I know what it fucking is!” I exploded, grabbing him by the shoulders and hauling him to his feet. That’s forbidden magic! The Elders banned it centuries ago because of the side effects!”

The Primal Echo Brew was legendary among our kind–a potent concoction that could multiply a wolf’s size and strength tenfold. temporarily unlocking the primal power that had been diluted over generations of civilization. But it came with a terrible price.

“You could have died,” I continued, my grip tightening on his shirt. “That stuff doesn’t just enhance your abilities–it burns through your life force! How many years did you sacrifice for one afternoon of enhanced combat effectiveness?”

Frost allowed me to shake him, his expression never changing. “The side effects aren’t death, so you don’t need to worry about losing your Beta anytime soon. And considering we’re apparently surrounded by enemies with unlimited resources, I’d say the trade–off was

worthwhile.”

“That’s not the point!” I roared, my control finally snapping completely. “You made that decision without consulting me! You risked your

life based on a theory!”

“A theory that proved correct,” Frost shot back, his own composure finally cracking. And maybe if you’d shown even a hint of strategic thinking instead of charging blindly after your mate, I wouldn’t have needed to take such drastic measures!

We stood there glaring at each other, both breathing hard, the air between us crackling with tension. This was the closest we’d ever come to an actual fight, and part of me was furious enough to let it happen.

But then I really looked at him–this man who had spent the entire day thinking three steps ahead, who had risked using forbidden macic to protect me, who had orchestrated everything from the investigation to the backup plan, all while I charged around like an obsessed fool. Even now, in the middle of our confrontation, his concern was for the pack, for our enemies, for threats I was too blind to see.

Everything he’d done today had been for me. For us. And here I was, raging at him for the crime of caring enough to keep me alive.

The fight went out of me all at once.

I released him and stepped back, running my hands through my hair. Moving to the liquor cabinet, I poured myself another whiskey and

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downed it in one burning gulp, then poured another.

“Sorry,” I said quietly, sinking into my chair with a heavy sigh. “You’re right about everything. But fuck, Frost… the moment I catch her

scent, I lose all rational thought. My wolf goes wild, my heart races, and I can’t think of anything except getting to her.”

Frost’s expression softened as he watched me struggle with the admission. He moved to his own chair, settling down with graceful ease.

“I’m not asking you to abandon your mate,” he said, his voice taking on that gentle, knowing tone that made him such an effective counselor. “I understand that your bond is strengthening. I can see how the inability to properly claim her is tearing you apart.”

Something warm flickered in my chest at his understanding.

“But right now,” Frost continued, leaning forward slightly, his blue eyes holding mine with quiet intensity, “I need you to focus on protecting our pack. As for your beloved mate… His lips curved in a slight smile, and his voice took on an almost musical quality.

“This time, we’ll find her my way.”