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Chapter Twenty-one

Author: Milly Ly
last update publish date: 2026-06-10 19:18:58

During and after every training session, I hunt for Phantom, desperate for even the briefest glimpse. Pathetic, I know. His absence convinces me he’s either out of town or simply excels at avoiding me. By Wednesday morning, the ache of missing him gnaws so deep I’m certain I’m going berserk. He haunts my dreams almost nightly, and in daylight every face I see blurs into his. I wonder if girls normally pine for boys who don’t want them, or if this cruel insanity is mine alone.

Two weeks later,
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  • The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate   Chapter Twenty-nine

    After I leave Phantom’s, I run home, duffel bag slung over my shoulder. Gaston eyes me, suspicious. “Don’t tell him I left until tomorrow.” He hugs me tight. “You come back whenever you want. You hear me?” Tears spill. “Thank you, Gaston.” Al rushes in, squeezing me hard. “I won’t say goodbye. I’ll be seeing you soon.” Sebastian smiles. “If you ever make it back, my offer to take you out still stands.” The goodbyes weigh heavy as I step out the door, leaving behind some of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. My cab ride to the airport costs eighty dollars. I regret declining Gaston’s offer for a ride, especially when the airline desk agent tells me it’s nine hundred twenty‑four dollars to change my ticket. I pay with the last of my savings, board the plane, biting back sobs as I say my final goodbye to Rome, Georgia. I drag my duffel through the terminal, the strap biting into my shoulder. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting everything in a sterile glow

  • The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate   Chapter Twenty-eight-and-a-half

    Lunch with Margaret is a revelation. Unlike Canum, her presence doesn’t leave me anxious. She’s sane, warm, regal without cruelty. For the first time in days, I relax. Her voice carries the weight of lineage but none of the venom. She makes me promise to return, to bring my parents next time, her words weaving a fragile thread of hope into the ash‑laden air. “That wasn’t too bad. Though my mother sometimes hovers,” Phantom says, his lips twitching in amusement, eyes steady on mine. His tone is casual, but the way he studies me betrays the gravity beneath. “She’s amazing. She may just be my favorite royal,” I deadpan, though the words carry a hint of humor. His mouth curves, slow and deliberate. “Biggest lie I’ve heard. We both know I’m your favorite.” He pulls me against his chest, the gesture firm, commanding, magnetic. His heartbeat thrums against mine, steady, dangerous, addictive. “I’ll miss you so much,” I whisper. “We have two days left. And knowing your stance on long‑

  • The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate   Chapter Twenty-eight

    Ash still clings to the air, smoke curling in ragged ribbons across the battlefield. Phantom lies in my arms, his blood soaking into my skin, his breath shallow. Edison drags Canum’s broken body away, copper blade glinting in his hand. The thunder of paws grows louder—Phantom’s guards rushing in, their silhouettes cutting through the haze like shadows carved from fire. “Stay with him,” Edison orders, his voice sharp, before disappearing into the smoke with his father. His words slice through the chaos, leaving me tethered to Phantom, bound by desperation. I cradle Phantom tighter, rocking him against me. His sapphire eyes flutter open, gray with pain. “Princess…” His voice is hoarse, barely audible. “You are so stubborn.” He slips back into unconsciousness, and my heart fractures, shards of grief piercing deeper than any dagger. His breath falters, and I count each fragile exhale as if it might be his last. The guards swarm us, forming a protective circle. Their growls reverberate

  • The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate   Chapter Twenty-seven

    Cinders float from the sky, drifting down in large, powdery pieces of hot ash. Smoke thickens the air, choking visibility, but I’m not human—and for once, I’m grateful for the sharpness of near‑immortal eyes. Through the haze, I spot Bethany, the witch Canum once ordered to shove Edge down my throat. She hurls a spell meant to obliterate one of Phantom’s guards, but it misfires, charring a tree into more ash that swirls around us like burning snow. My gaze locks on Canum. Rage coils in my chest, salivating at the thought of revenge. He moves with lightning speed, kicking Phantom square in the chest, his assault relentless against the man I love. Bloodlust surges. I charge, ramming Canum to the ground. He recovers instantly, flipping to his feet, claws sinking into my stomach. But instead of pain, his talons feel like fine hair brushing against my new flesh. My transformation shields me. Phantom howls, feral and livid. He tears into Canum, teeth sinking into the hand buried in my

  • The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate   Chapter Twenty-six

    I lose consciousness twice while my body is hauled somewhere. Each time I resurface, the world is a blur of shadows and pain. By the time I regain it fully, I’m strapped to a hospital bed. One glance tells me this isn’t a legitimate healthcare facility. The space is dark, wet, and reeks of mold. The air is heavy, saturated with mildew. Small pools of water dot the ground, most mixed with red dirt. Stone walls crawl with decaying growth, their stench so foul it makes bile rise in my throat. “Glad you’re awake. Your awful snoring had me hoping they’d kill me already.” Edison’s voice drips with false humor. As angry as I want to be, shock hits harder when I realize he’s also strapped to a bed. “What is this? Why are we tied down in this filthy basement?” “You haven’t figured it out yet? We’re guinea pigs, doll—soon‑to‑be‑dead guinea pigs. And in case you were wondering why I’m down here with you, my father decided I wasn’t worthy of being his son—again. I apparently failed his test

  • The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate   Chapter Twenty-five

    I take off running, not bothering to check if Edison’s behind me. When you’re hunted, looking back is a distraction guaranteed to get you killed. My feet pound the ground with reckless speed, gravel scattering beneath each strike. The night air claws at my lungs, sharp and metallic, but I’m thankful for the swiftness with which my body moves. I try to remember the roads Edison took, replaying turns in my mind, never once slowing my steps. My pulse turns erratic when shadows blur past me—ten figures moving in ultra‑speed, their outlines slicing through the dark like blades. A scream slips past my throat, strangled before it can fully form. My heart ricochets against my rib cage, then skitters to a deafening halt. Hyperventilation becomes my new form of breathing, shallow and frantic. A massive hand clamps over my mouth. I bite down, desperate, but my teeth sink uselessly into hot, sticky flesh. His grip is iron, unyielding. I quake with fear, trapped in the vise of a man whose enor

  • The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate   Chapter Twenty-four

    “Phantom, where are you taking me?” His mouth curves, slow and deliberate. “I love the way you say my name.” A sigh escapes him, content but restrained. “The destination’s a surprise.” The first part of his comment makes me blush. My heartbeat stumbles, erratic, and I force myself to reel it

  • The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate   Chapter Twenty-three

    I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid of him. I repeat the words in my head, but they change nothing. Flashbacks of Canum’s threats, the memory of his lackeys forcing Edge down my throat, numb me into paralyzing fear. “You made it.” Phantom’s voice is low, edged with awe. His gaze locks on me, steady, u

  • The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate   Chapter Twenty-two-and-a-half

    Steam curled in the air, scented with lavender and eucalyptus. The hush of the spa was broken only by the trickle of water and the occasional clink of glass. Vahlia reclined against her chair, cucumber slices balanced on her eyes, her tone lazy but sharp. “This is what you needed,” she murmured.

  • The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate   Chapter Twenty-two

    Vahlia and I finish breakfast and step outside, sunlight spilling across the drive. I freeze, breath hitching, when I see a black sports car parked at the curb—Phantom, shirtless, wiping it down. The gleam of polished metal mirrors the sheen of his skin, every movement deliberate, controlled, like

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