The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465: Go To Mate. No. Damn It.

Did Serena mark him at all?

Elara had seen the evidence. She had walked into Gavriel’s quarters and found Serena on top of him, hand bleeding, the mark fresh and glowing on his shoulder. The scene was unambiguous. The mark was real. The glow was active. The blood was Serena’s.

Unless it wasn’t Serena’s mark. Unless someone else had marked him and the timing was coincidental and the position Elara had found them in was contextually misleading.

But the mark was glowing gold, which usually meant Serena. Active meant bonded. Bonded meant pain transmission. Pain transmission meant Gavriel should be on the ground right now bleeding from his nose and clutching his ribs.

He was standing with his arms crossed looking mildly constipated.

Unless the matebond was broken. Snapped. Severed. Like the one with Guinevere. Had the dark magic that nearly killed him damaged the new matebond too? Had the coma interrupted the formation? Was the mark a mark without a channel, a door without a hallway, a connection that existed on skin but died before it reached bone?

Her mind was spiraling. The spiral was productive, organized, the spiral of a woman whose intelligence processed confusion by generating hypotheses and whose hypotheses were stacking up faster than her ability to test them.

She had zero answers. Multiple theories. Insufficient data.

Both the Gamma and the Beta Luna stood on the sideline in matching silence. Both stewing in thoughts that were shaped nothing alike.

Gavriel fighting his wolf. Elara stewing in a mark that glowed and a matebond that didn’t transmit and a best friend who was either mated to the Gamma of Drakenfell or had been framed by circumstances so perfectly misleading that the framing deserved its own investigation.

Neither said a word.

Two people. Three feet apart. Both carrying secrets that would detonate the same group of people. The irony was so thick you could have spread it on toast, and the toast would have tasted like bullshit.

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DRAKENFELL — TRAINING FIELD

SEVEN MINUTES LATER

Rook: Real mate.

Gavriel: I know, buddy.

Rook: No. I mean that is our mate. MATE.

Gavriel: I said I know.

Rook: No, you don’t get it. We have connection to her.

Gavriel: I know we do. We’ve always had that.

Rook: The loud wolf howled at our mate.

Gavriel: I heard.

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DRAKENFELL — TRAINING FIELD

ELEVEN MINUTES LATER

Rook: Our mate is winning.

Gavriel: She’s slapping him in the face. That’s not winning. That’s not even fighting.

Rook: He stopped moving. She did not. That is winning. I don’t make the rules.

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DRAKENFELL — TRAINING FIELD

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

Rook: Go to mate.

Gavriel: No.

Rook: Go to mate.

Gavriel: No.

Rook: Go to mate.

Gavriel: Saying it three times doesn’t change the answer.

Rook: Mate is hurt. She is bleeding. Go to mate.

Gavriel: Stand down, Rook. She has two Alphas on that sideline. We are doing nothing.

Rook: The two big ones are shaking.

Gavriel: I noticed.

Rook: If they shift, I shift. Mate is ours.

Gavriel: Mate is theirs. We talked about this.

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