Alpha's mate is a male?!?-Chapter 68: Kieran Admits His Love!

Kieran starts quietly, "Whenever he’s around, there’s this pull_ like gravity shifts just to keep him close.

I don’t know why, but I always feel the need to protect him, even when he doesn’t ask for it, even when he doesn’t want it.

I catch myself searching for him in a room before I even realize what I’m doing. And when he’s gone, it’s like something is missing, like I’ve left a wound open and it won’t stop bleeding.

I think about him all the time. Even when I don’t want to, even when I know I shouldn’t.

I hurt him, and it kills me that I did, but I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know how to undo the damage.

And yet, despite everything, I slept with him again_ without the manipulation of the bond.

I wanted to.

I needed to.

I wanted to hold him, to feel him in my arms like he belonged there. And yet after I did, I heartlessly walked away, pretending like nothing happened!

When I saw him close with you, I felt... I don’t even know. Restless. Possessive. Unsettled in a way I can’t explain.

I’m always worried about him, about how he feels, about everything he’s been through. But no matter how much I try to make sense of it, no matter how much I try to push it away... it never stops. He never stops.

Earlier when I saw him laughing with Rey, something inside me twisted. Watching him smile so easily, hearing the sound of his laughter_ laughter that wasn’t meant for me_ it was unbearable.

I felt something sharp and ugly crawl through me, something I couldn’t suppress. And for a moment, I hated Rey. Not because he did anything wrong, but because he was the reason Ace was smiling like that.

Because I wasn’t.

And then he looked at me and said it_ he’s comfortable with Rey, and he’ll present him as his mate to the Moon Goddess.

The words hit me harder than they should have. I should have let them pass, acted indifferent, but I couldn’t.

I can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop picturing him standing before the Moon Goddess, speaking Rey’s name instead of mine.

The idea of it, of him belonging to someone else, makes my entire body restless. I can’t sit still. It’s like something inside me is unraveling, and the worst part? I don’t even know when I started thinking of him as mine.

Kieran’s voice drops, quieter now. "So... is this... what you are talking about? Is this what you are calling love? If it is then yes, I love him!"

Jun doesn’t hesitate. His gaze is steady, knowing. "This isn’t just love, Kieran. It’s something deeper, something stronger. You don’t just care about him_ you’re consumed by him. It’s in the way you think about him even when you don’t want to, the way you can’t bear the idea of him with someone else. It’s the way his pain becomes yours, the way his happiness determines your own.

This isn’t just love... it’s something you can never run from. So if you really love him this much, why don’t you just assume everything amd everyone else and focus on what you feel for him. Whatever your fears are, am very sure this feelings can sweep them away. Tell him, just like you’ve said it here. I wish he was here to hear this,"

"He won’t listen to me." Kieran says, for once feeling the pain of those words.

"He won’t listen to you because he thinks you don’t love him! He doesn’t know you feel all these for him! All he knows is you take advantage of him! You screw him up and then walk away! That you feel disgusted about him! How about you start with apologising for what you’ve done to him first?" Jun suggests.

Without a word, Kieran walks out with yet another determination, there is no way in this life he is going to let Ace have someone else.

°°°

After Ace walked away from Kieran, he continued with his journey to Marsel and Elira’s home.

The forest is unnervingly still.

He moves along the path, the cool night air brushing against his skin, but a creeping sense of unease claws at his thoughts.

He can’t shake the feeling that he’s being watched, like the shadows themselves are closing in on him.

He pauses, scanning the trees around him, but nothing stirs. His instincts prick at him, making him feel exposed.

Something’s off.

Suddenly, the air shifts, almost thickening with tension. Ace stops in his tracks. He senses movement_ three figures emerge from the shadows, their eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

They move in perfect unison, like hunters, silent but commanding.

Ace instinctively tenses, his hand instinctively. "Who are you?" he demands, his voice steady despite his rising anxiety.

His powers glow on his chest faintly, protectively.

The lead figure steps forward, his demeanor calm, but his voice carries authority. "Our Alpha would like to speak with you."

The words surprises Ace,

Alpha?

Before he can react, the figures close in around him, not threatening, but purposeful.

There’s a strange air of inevitability about their presence. The lead wolf gestures toward the path, his gaze unwavering. "Come with us."

Ace hesitates. He doesn’t like the feeling of being cornered, but there’s no fighting them, not with their numbers.

And he can’t use his powers because that means burning, killing.

He stands there, quiet, thinking, and they don’t rush him.

For some reason he is curious, an Alpha of another pack? , which alpha, and what would he possibly be wanting from him.

Again he thinks, since he can’t find someone who interests him in Kieran’s pack except Kieran himself, why don’t he explore outside.

He follows them knowing that he can really protect himself, if they are after fighting, he can take them down with no time.

As they walk deeper into the forest, Ace’s mind races. Who is this Alpha? Why does he want to see him? More importantly, how did they know he was where they just found him?!

_

As Ace steps further into the pack’s territory, it’s already morning, yet another sleepless night, he notices something unexpected_ the way the wolves around him react.

It starts with whispers, hushed voices carrying his name like a secret passed between them.

Heads turn as he walks, eyes widening in recognition, in awe.

Some step back instinctively, as if uncertain how to approach him, while others openly stare.

"He’s really here..."

"I heard he can control energy itself."

"He can burn you to ashes then we will forget you forever!"

"They say the Moon Goddess marked him differently."

Ace catches fragments of their murmurs, the weight of their words settling on his shoulders.

Yet, instead of unease, he feels something else_ pride. He is no longer the boy who hid in the shadows, unsure of his place. He knows who he is now. He knows what he is capable of.

A young wolf, barely more than a child, rushes forward, eyes wide with excitement. "You’re real," he breathes, looking up at Ace as though meeting a legend.

Ace offers a small smile. "Very real," he replies, a quiet confidence in his voice.

More wolves watch him, some with admiration, others with wariness. But none with hostility.

It’s a strange feeling, being here, surrounded by strangers who have only heard of him in stories, and yet... he doesn’t hate it.

For the first time in a long while, he doesn’t feel like an outsider.

He is led to a large clearing, the moonlight revealing a vast stone structure ahead.

It’s an impressive building_ ancient yet well-maintained, with an almost regal aura to it.

Lanterns hang from the walls, casting a warm glow that contrasts the cool air.

He’s led inside, where the space feels just as imposing, the stone walls echoing with quiet authority.

Ace steps forward, his posture steady as he approaches the grand hall where the Alpha sits.

The room is dimly lit, the flickering glow of torches casting long shadows against the wooden walls.

There is a quiet stillness, a charged energy in the air, as if the very space acknowledges the importance of this moment.

The Alpha rises as Ace enters, his movements slow and deliberate.

The man is tall and powerfully built, his presence alone exudes strength, yet there’s an effortless grace in the way he moves.

His dark hair is slightly tousled, giving him a look that is both refined and untamed, as if no amount of control could ever truly contain him.

Striking amber eyes, sharp and knowing, seem to catch every detail, glowing faintly under the dim torchlight.

His jawline is sharp, his lips carved with a natural smirk that hints at amusement and arrogance.

The way he carries himself_ confident, composed, and entirely in control

_makes it impossible to ignore him.

Dressed in deep, fitted black, his attire is simple yet regal, emphasizing broad shoulders and a physique honed by both power and discipline.

He is undeniably dangerous, but in a way that draws people closer instead of pushing them away.