Alpha's mate is a male?!?-Chapter 100: Longing_ They Meet Again.

"Kieran, can you come out for a minute, we still have a problem." Marsel’s voice is heard from just outside Kieran’s room door.

Kieran hesitates.

Again, he hears Marsel’s voice, but his body refuses to move.

He knows he should. He needs to.

But his arms stay locked around Ace, as if the very act of letting go might shatter something inside him.

Ace’s body is warm against his own, his scent filling Kieran’s lungs, soothing and electrifying him at the same time.

His fingers tighten unconsciously against Ace’s waist, his breath shallow.

It’s been too long since he last held him like this, since he last felt him this close.

And after what almost happened_ after seeing Ace so close to binding himself to that bastard_ Kieran feels like an oxygen-starved man finally breathing again.

He needs this. No, he craves it. His whole being demands it.

But Marsel calls again, for the third time_ his voice more urgent this time.

"Kieran, we need to do this as soon as possible. We have found a way to bring everyone back!" He says.

Kieran grits his teeth, his arms shaking with the effort to move, to tear himself away from the one thing anchoring him.

He presses his forehead against Ace’s, his lips hovering just above his skin. He strokes Ace’s soft cheeks.

He wants to stay. Wants to bury himself in Ace’s presence.

But he can’t.

This time Elira calls. Being called for the fourth time. "Kieran. We don’t have much time. Are you still alive in there? Is Ace alright?"

Kieran inhales sharply.

With sheer force of will, he pries himself away from Ace’s unconscious form.

The loss is instant_ a sharp ache settling in his chest, like ripping off a part of himself. He clenches his fists, swallowing the frustration building inside him, before turning to the door and opening it.

Walking_ he feels dizzy, like a drunk man, like the feeling from Ace to Him has been drugging him.

He finally opens the door.

Marsel and Elira stand there, urgency written across their faces.

"Come to your study," Marsel says, already turning on his heel. "You need to hear this now."

Kieran turns to Ace, and for a moment he almost goes back, but Elira snaps him.

"Kieran?! Can you concentrate?! Ace didn’t tell me that he will be going anywhere_ so he is just around!" She says.

Kieran uses all ounce of control he has and follow them.

Now his mind still half on Ace, half on whatever solution Marsel claims to have found.

Inside Kieran’s study, the air is thick with tension. A fire crackles in the hearth, but its warmth does nothing to chase away the cold weight pressing on them.

Kieran stands, jaw tight, as Marsel and Elira face him.

Marsel wastes no time. "I figured out why Rehan’s control is so strong," he says. "His influence isn’t just from the herbs_ he’s bound them all through something deeper. A forced claim, a manipulation of the wolves’ instincts. The longer they remain under it, the harder it will be to break."

Kieran’s fingers curl into his palms. "Manipulation again?! Then how do we stop it?"

Marsel steps forward. "We need to wake them up_ to snap them out of his hold before it becomes permanent. And the only way to do that is to reawaken their true instincts, their true allegiance."

Elira takes a breath. "We need a Blood Awakening Ritual."

Kieran frowns. He’s heard of it before_ an ancient VeilWalker rite used to sever forced bonds and bring wolves back to their true senses. But it requires the blood of someone divinely chosen.

"That means Ace? No, we’re not taking his blood!" Kieran snaps, his chest tightening.

"Yes we are! And we will need your blood too," Marsel adds.

Kieran’s head jerks up.

Marsel nods. "You and Ace were both chosen by the Moon Goddess. You are meant to be wolves protectors. And also your souls already recognize each other as you were mates once_ before she severed your bond. That connection still lingers and we need that connection for this to work. And Ace... his fire, his power, it all stems from something beyond us. The only thing strong enough to break Rehan’s control is the combined blood of the two who were meant to stand against evil in the wolves world."

Kieran exhales, his mind racing. "How does it work?"

"We mix your blood with Ace’s," Marsel explains. "Then we pour it in the sacred flame. It could emit some kind of smoke or just the air from it__ will force every affected wolf’s instincts awake. The wolf inside them will recognize their true leader. Their real Alpha, their real pack. The haze of Rehan’s manipulation will break."

Elira nods. "It has to be done before the night ends, or Rehan’s influence might settle too deep to reverse."

Kieran processes the words, his gut twisting with urgency. He looks at Marsel. "Okay then, but since our blood is supposed to be mixed, you can take much from me, just a drop from Ace, I hope it doesn’t matter the quantity from each one of us, as long as it is mixed."

Marsel meets his eyes without hesitation. "Then we will try that way."

Kieran clenches his jaw.

His gaze flickers toward the door, toward where Ace still lies unconscious.

The thought of cutting Ace, of taking his blood, even for this, makes something inside him recoil. But there’s no other choice.

Just like his parents have told themselves_ there’s no other way.

If he wants Ace back_ if he wants everyone back_ he has to let this happen.

"Fine," Kieran says, his voice firm. "Let’s do it."

Marsel nods sharply and turns, leading them toward the ceremonial brazier at the far end of the study.

The sacred flame on an iron like basin flickers inside, an eerie blue glow casting long shadows against the walls.

Elira follows closely behind, carrying the ceremonial bowl and a thin ritual dagger wrapped in aged leather.

Kieran doesn’t wait for instruction. He steps forward, rolling up his sleeve. His body is taut, every muscle coiled, but his hand remains steady as he extends his arm. The blade is cold when it presses against his skin.

A sharp sting. A slow, deliberate cut.

The moment his blood wells up, something in the air shifts. The scent_ thick, potent

_carries power. It drips into the bowl, each drop vanishing into the dark liquid already swirling inside.

Ace’s body trembles at the scent of Kieran’s blood. Then goes still again.

His unconscious form is eerily still, his breathing shallow. Kieran watches as Elira carefully lifts Ace’s wrist, tilting it slightly before pressing the blade against his skin.

The cut is as precise as Kieran’s, but watching the blood rise, rich and dark, makes something in Kieran’s chest tighten, it’s scent filling his whole being.

Ace’s blood meets his in the bowl, the two mingling, indistinguishable from each other.

They carry it out with the flame.

Marsel lifts the bowl, his expression unreadable. "We need everyone here."

"I don’t think they will comply easily. I’m sure it can burn and fill the air around here, they will breath it." Elira suggests.

"You are right," Marsel says stepping forward, raising the bowl over the brazier. The flame trembles, sensing what’s about to happen.

Then, Marsel tilts the bowl.

The first drop of blood touches the fire.

A violent hiss erupts.

The flames roar, shifting from blue to deep crimson. The fire spirals, twisting unnaturally as if something unseen is awakening.

A thick, curling smoke rises, spreading fast.

Kieran barely has time to brace before the smoke surges forward, filling their lungs.

And then_

The smoke engulfs them, thick and suffocating. It rushes through the lungs of the wolves like icy fire, burning, clawing at their insides.

They stagger but stays on his feet, jaw clenched as the energy around shifts violently.

It’s unlike anything they have ever felt_ a force pressing against their very soul.

Visions darkens at the edges, their heartbeats pounding like war drums.

Then_ gasps.

Coughing.

Guttural, desperate sounds as everyone fights to regain control of their own bodies. Some stagger, others drop to their knees, hands clutching their heads as the fog inside their minds begins to break.

Their chests rise and fall in erratic, shaky breaths, their limbs trembling as the unnatural hold finally shatters.

The weight that had pressed down on them_dulling their instincts, warping their thoughts_ lifts.

A surge of clarity rushes in, sharp and jarring.

Eyes widen. Realization dawns.

Confusion, shock, _emotions collide as they process what’s happened.

The wolves look at each other, at the dying smoke, at the flames that now burn steadily, flickering like a silent witness to what just occurred.

"It worked." Elira exclaims.

One by one, they regain consciousness.

Inside the mansion,,

In the middle of it all, Ace exhales, body still thrumming with something, as he snaps back to conscious.

His fingers twitch, his skin tingling, as if something inside him has shifted_ something he’s yet to fully understand.

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Elira who was stepping away to go check on Ace stops in her tracks when she sees Kieran rushing inside.

And she knows exactly where he is heading to. So she decides not to go.

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Quiz_ °°Just curious... What do you guys think Kieran and Ace’s reaction to each other will be when they see each other in that room.