Alpha's mate is a male?!?-Chapter 92: Can’t Ignore Kieran’s Feelings Anymore!

After Ace slams his door shut, it does nothing to block out the noise in his head.

His thoughts won’t stop.

They crash into each other, relentless, ruthless, until he feels like his skull might crack from the pressure.

His breath is ragged, his chest tight, his hands shaking at his sides.

Does Kieran really love him like he claims now?

Or is this just another desperate move? Another way to prove himself?

Did he regret everything he did to him? Does he even understand the weight of what he put Ace through?

Ace’s footsteps are restless, his body too tense to stay still. He stalks across his room, then turns on his heel and paces back, but it doesn’t help.

Nothing helps.

The questions keep coming, one after another, looping in his head until he can’t think straight.

Why did he step down as an alpha? Why would he throw away everything he spent his life building?

Ace grips his hair, pulling hard as he walks faster, his body practically vibrating with frustration.

Kieran fought for his pack.

His entire existence revolved around it.

His parents were murdered, at that moment his pack was torn apart, he dedicated himself to one goal_ bringing it back.

He had nothing, no allies, no home, but he clawed his way to the top, relentless, unstoppable.

He became the most powerful alpha of them all.

And now, he just let it go?

Ace lets out a harsh, bitter laugh, though it’s more of a sharp exhale.

Kieran isn’t the type to just give up. He never has been. So what changed?

Ace shakes his head, his chest burning with something he doesn’t want to name.

Did he really let it all go just because Ace wasn’t there? Did he feel so lost, so unsteady, that even leading his pack became impossible?

Or is this what true regret looks like?

Ace’s steps falter, his heart thudding violently against his ribs.

If Kieran was willing to sacrifice the one thing that gave his life purpose... then maybe_

No.

Ace grits his teeth, trying to shove the thought away, but it’s too late.

If Kieran was willing to let go of his pack for him_ if he truly couldn’t rule without him as he said in his speech, that without him he feels unsteady to rule effectively_

Then what does that mean?

Ace’s hands clench into fists. The suffocating weight in his chest is too much.

He feels like he’s drowning, like something inside him is clawing to break free, but he doesn’t know how to stop it.

His pulse roars in his ears. His body is too hot, too restless. The walls of his room feel like they’re closing in, pressing against him, suffocating him.

He needs to breathe.

No.

He needs answers.

Before he can talk himself out of it, he yanks his door open. He hears voices behind him_ Jun, maybe his parents_ but he doesn’t stop.

He can’t stop.

The night air hits his skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire raging inside him. His feet move on their own, his body tense with something too sharp to be ignored.

He doesn’t think. Doesn’t hesitate.

His breath is heavy, his heart pounding against his ribs as he steps forward, forward, forward_

Until the dark outline of Kieran’s mansion looms ahead of him.

The gate creaks as Ace pushes it open, but he doesn’t care if anyone hears him.

His blood roars in his ears, drowning out everything else. His steps are fast, determined_ he barely notices the cool night air or the way the mansion looms dark and silent ahead of him.

He doesn’t knock. Doesn’t ask.

He walks straight in.

The scent of the place is the same_ faint traces of wood, leather, and something distinctly Kieran.

It clings to the walls, the furniture, the very air. It’s both familiar and suffocating, but Ace doesn’t stop to dwell on it.

His feet move on instinct, taking him to the places he knows best.

The study.

The door is slightly ajar, and for a moment, hope flickers in his chest. Maybe Kieran is here, maybe_

But as soon as he steps inside, he knows he’s wrong.

The room is empty.

His gaze sweeps over the shelves, the desk, the half-open books scattered across it. Kieran’s chair is pushed back, like he left in a hurry, but there’s no sign of him.

Ace’s jaw clenches.

Fine.

He turns sharply, his movements quick, almost frantic, as he strides toward the one place he’s sure Kieran will be.

His room.

The moment Ace reaches the door, he doesn’t hesitate. He pushes it open, his breath held tight in his chest.

But the room is dark. Cold. Lifeless.

The bed is made.

There’s no lingering warmth in the sheets, no half-done tasks left behind.

It looks like no one has been here for days.

Ace exhales sharply, his hands curling into fists. His stomach twists, frustration and something deeper settling like a stone inside him.

Where the hell is he?

His mind races as he storms through the mansion, checking every possible place

_ Kieran’s private sitting area, the training grounds behind the estate, even the garden where they once sat in tense silence, trying to understand each other.

Nothing.

Ace stops in the middle of the hallway, his breathing uneven. He drags a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly.

Then, he straightens.

Rey.

If anyone knows where Kieran is, it’s him. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Without wasting another second, Ace turns on his heel and heads toward Rey’s room.

The closer he gets, the more his pulse pounds, the urgency clawing at his insides. He doesn’t bother knocking when he reaches the door_ he just pushes it open and steps inside.

Rey is sitting at his desk, flipping through a document, but he looks up immediately, unsurprised. As if he was expecting this.

"Ace."

Ace doesn’t waste time. "Where is he?"

Rey exhales, setting the papers down. His eyes are steady, unreadable.

"Ace... He left." even anyone can tell how much uneasiness Rey’s voice carry.

Ace stiffens. "What?"

Rey leans back slightly. "Kieran left yesterday."

The words hit like a punch to the chest.

Ace swallows, his throat tight. "Where did he go?"

Rey’s gaze softens, but he shakes his head. "He didn’t say. After stepping down, he just said I replace him, and he will always be with us."

Ace’s breathing is uneven, the realization sinking in too fast, too sudden.

Kieran is gone.

Not just stepping down. Not just avoiding him.

Gone.

Ace stares at Rey, his mind racing, but there’s no answer to grab onto, no way to make sense of the sudden, aching emptiness settling in his chest.

For the first time since stepping through those gates, he doesn’t know what to do.