Semua Bab My True Mate: Bab 131 - Bab 140

I just want to know what kind of poisons I have been given. And if that means, I have to give Samantha sanctuary, I’ll do that. Considering her life here, she won’t be missing out on much.Later that night, I step into the woods, feeling weary and exhausted.And yet, I can feel that the poison is out of my system. I feel better. A part of me knows that it wasn’t Lucas who was poisoning me but after how he has been behaving, I don't know what to believe. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he lied to me. Maybe if one mate of the true bond pair dies, the other has a way out rather than madness.Everything I know about the true bond mating is from him.Even putting that aside, I had known my previous fiancé for my entire life. I have trusted him and loved him and not once have I considered that he would stab me in the back the way he did. So why did I believe that Lucas wouldn't do the same?He's been in my life for barely over a year.My hands tremble as I think back to all t

“I know it sounds hard to believe," Malcolm says after a brief moment. "How do I not witnessed it myself, I would not have believed it either. But I watched that half-breed feed one of the mated pair the blood, and I watched as a transformation came over him. He went from threatening them for daring to touch his woman, to threatening her.”It would be so easy to believe him, to think that Lucas has just been under some spell, but I can't shake everything that has happened to me at his hands recently. Each and every incident is like a separate slash against my heart.I just want this whole nightmare to be over but even if something is done about it, the relationship between Lucas and I has been altered forever. The kind of scabs he has turn off from my previous wounds and the damage that he has wrought upon my heart, I don't think I'm capable of recovering from that again. A part of me has become broken forever.It is the girl that I locked in the cage that begs me to save him.

“How sure are you?”Sandy, Clara’s mate, is a senior soldier in the pack and he looks tense. The whole room is filled with people. Aside from the people of the Midnight Wolves pack, everyone is here. Lucas is silent, standing at the back, his eyes burning. He’s looking at me but he’s not once uttered a word since he came in.I’m trying not to look at him because every time I do, I think back to Malcolm’s words.Now that I know what’s going on, I thought it would ease some of the pain but the wounds his actions have left inside of me are showing no signs of easing. “Here,” I hand over the torn part of the uniform which holds the insignia. “I took this off one of the bodies. All of them had a similar one one on their arms.”“So, they’re watching you,” Wyatt says, warily. “Why?”“They’ve attacked me three times so far,” I say, tightly. “This is no longer coincidence. They’re definitely not the Hunters we are looking for. These people are different. I've asked ar

I was already aware that they had been an attempt to poison my child.But that had happened back at the den.And then it had been both Kayla and Samantha who had told me that I had been poisoned again. So I'm not really surprised. Angry? Yes. Surprised? Not really.I already have a strong suspicion as to who it could be. But right now, Carmine is very well protected. However, it does confuse me because she Clara makes sure she brings me my food herself. Nobody goes near my food but her. She prepares her plate with mine so that no one gets suspicious. So how is the poison being given to me?The only other times I’ve eaten or drank something has been… I freeze.It’s been in Samantha’s home.Despite my sudden suspicion, I try not to reveal it. Why would Samantha try to poison me? And if she did poison me, why would she try to save me? It doesn't make sense. I am the only friend she has right now. And she has no reason to bear any animosity towards me.

Childbirth is not an easy process.Despite my suspicions of Samantha, she and Clara get me through it.The pain is horrendous but five hours later, my body battered and sweaty, I’m holding a small infant in my arms, wrapped in a blue cloth. Samantha’s eyes are filled with tears. Seeing the tears in the eyes of the hardened woman makes me feel a little emotional.However, we leave soon enough.I don’t wait for time to recover from the birth. A part of the reason is selfish. There’s a flicker of hope inside of me that maybe if Lucas sees his son, he will somehow snap out of whatever spell he is under. However that doesn’t happen.He is waiting for me when I walk in, carrying the small bundle.“What happened to you?” He demands but I’m too worn out to reply. “Where have you been?”It’s Clara who says instead, “She went into early labor last evening.”At Lucas’s stunned look, Clara gestures towards the child I’m holding and Lucas staggers forward.I see him l