The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458: Thor Crushturn. Of All Fucking People.

DRAKENFELL — TRAINING FIELD

In Shadowclaw, the audience had been small. This was Drakenfell. Drakenfell did not do small.

Serena walked out onto the training field with a crowd watching her. At least two hundred people and growing. Most were members of the Draken Forces and were probably expecting her to perform at the level she did with dragons and magic.

Little did they know...

Aurelia: We have fans.

Serena: Yay us.

Aurelia: That is funny.

The thing about being incapable of shifting independently was that it was already humiliating in private. Now we were adding two hundred soldiers because why the fuck not.

They were about to watch a show featuring a woman who needed the King of Drakenfell to say ’Shift’ to be able to and a wolf who was still figuring out spatial awareness.

Aurelia: Excuse me. I resent that.

On the bright side, the whiskey was doing its job. Elara had shoved a glass into her hands before the war room. One glass of whiskey, consumed in three swallows. It burned her esophagus on the way down. It did not taste good. She did not understand whiskey. But she drank it like a champ.

"Drink," Elara had said.

"It is ten in the morning."

"Your point?"

Serena drank.

The edge came off. The anxiety dropped from a scream to a hum. Whether it was the alcohol or the placebo was a question she had asked herself exactly once and then decided the answer was irrelevant because the result was the same and the result was functioning.

Elara’s pre-training whiskey protocol was, medically speaking, insane. Ethically questionable. Possibly a violation of several Draken Forces training regulations.

Oh well.

Aurelia: You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs. This is called strategy.

Serena: Let’s make a damn omelet then.

The pendant sat against her collarbone. The weight was almost nothing. The effect was everything.

Hyran had told them the emotional channel would remain open and looked both Alphas in the eye when he said it. Both Alphas had accepted the explanation.

But their emotions were barely there. What she was getting through both matebonds was fog. A mute button on anything physical and a near-mute button on emotions. The second she put on the necklace, Dexmon’s irritation about it completely vanished, alongside Fin’s controlled frustration.

She made a quiet vow to drag Hyran somewhere private and demand whether he’d intentionally lobotomized the explanation. It had the distinct flavor of watered-down bullshit.

The necklace stayed on either way. She had made the decision. Neither of her mates would be able to make the judgment call, so she would.

Aurelia: The necklace muted our mates. Both of them. Simultaneously. The mage should sell these. Every mated woman in Skardos would buy one.

Serena: Truth. It feels empty though. I miss them.

Aurelia: Our mates’ emotions are exhausting. The silence is nice. I will deny saying this later.

Tiberon entered the training field. His eyes swept the crowd once, registering the size of the audience, processing it, and dismissing it in the span of a single second.

Aurelia: They compare notes on us and now we can’t run in woods.

Serena: I know.

Aurelia: I can barely smell either of their scents.

Serena: The necklace.

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