All Chapters of Goodbye, my mate: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Leah's POVLiam's jaw clenched, but he didn't answer. He turned to me instead, softening just enough. "You okay?"I nodded, shaky, pulling my clothes straight. "I'm fine," I lied, voice thin.But Darren lunged, grabbing Liam's collar. "Did you fuck her?" he growled, teeth bared.Liam shoved him off, hard. "That's not your business," he shot back. "But touch her again, and I'll rip your throat out."The air crackled, thick with threat. Darren's fists balled, ready to strike, but I stepped between them, trembling but firm. "Stop," I said, louder than I felt. "Both of you."Darren's eyes met mine, hurt bleeding through the rage. "Leah…"I shook my head, tears streaming now. "You need to leave, Liam."He blinked, stunned. "What?""You're fired," I said, forcing the words out, cold and sharp. "Get out. For real this time."Liam's face crumpled, pain flashing raw in his eyes. "Boss, you can't mean that. After eve

Leah's POVAs I walked out of the clinic, Dr. Jafar stood there, his white coat flapping like a tattered flag in the wind, his eyes pinning me with a gaze that felt too heavy, too knowing. He stepped closer, all stiff formality and quiet urgency, and I froze, my breath hitching."Your Highness," he said, his voice cutting through the dusk like a blade, "I came immediately after receiving your call."I tilted my head, letting a flicker of surprise twist my lips. "I thought you wouldn't come," I rasped, my tone dry as dust.He straightened, his jaw tightening. "In our medical school, we took oath. We swore to answer all Lycan calls. Besides…" His eyes softened, just for a heartbeat, "I very much hoped to see you, to confirm your well-being."I swallowed, the weight of his words sinking into me like claws. "I called because I wanted to know something about Leo," I said, forcing the name out, bitter and sharp. "I know you used to be his colleagu

Leah's POVThe night swallowed us whole, the city's jagged edges blurring into a smear of neon and shadow as Darren pushed the Harley Davidson to its limits. The truck roared behind us, a steel beast with headlights like twin moons—bloody and unblinking—bearing down to crush us. Its grill gnashed at the air, inches from the bike's rear wheel, and the ground trembled under its weight. I should've felt my pulse jackhammering, sweat beading on my scarred skin, but I didn't. Not with Darren."Hold on to me," he barked, voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. I obeyed, arms snaking around his waist, fingers digging into the leather of his jacket. My chest pressed against his back, and I twisted my head to glare at the truck. It lunged, a predator snapping at our heels, tires screeching as it mirrored our every move. The Harley drifted, sleek and feral, sliding through the streets like a shadow on water, while the truck thundered after us, relentless, clums

Leah's POVThe basement door loomed ahead of me, a slab of chipped wood that creaked under the weight of its own decay. I trudged toward it, boots scuffing the concrete, when Leo's voice hit me like a fist through the wall. "I want to divide the spicy sauce! I said I want to divide the spicy sauce! Why didn't you divide the spicy sauce for me?!" His roar was feral, unhinged, rattling my skull as I paused, hand hovering over the rusted knob.I rubbed my forehead, fingers digging into the skin hard enough to leave marks. Why does it seem like every mentally ill bastard has such strict requirements for Chinese food? I thought, bitterness curling my lips. It's just fucking Chinese food, for Christ's sake - not some sacred ritual. But Leo, with his wild eyes and fractured mind, turned everything into a battlefield.I shoved the door open and stepped inside, the hinges groaning like a dying animal. The basement stretched out before me, a cold, sterile mockery of a lab

Leah's POVCole's skin glistened with sweat, stretched tight over festering wounds that wept pus and blood, refusing to knit. His limbs jerked in jagged spasms, a puppet with cut strings, and a guttural moan clawed its way out of his throat, raw and pitiful."What did you do to him?" I asked, whirling on Leo, who stood a few feet away, his face a mask of cool detachment, clipboard clutched like a shield.He didn't flinch, just met my glare with those steady, unfeeling eyes. "I didn't do anything to him," he said, voice flat as the blade of a knife. "Finn hired some half-wit hacks to pick apart my enhancement tech. Tried to juice up werewolves on the sly, but they fucked it up. Now you've got these fucked up hybrids - half werewolf, half monster. They heel to Finn's every word, fight until they drop, but their bodies burn out fast. Can't heal worth a damn either."My mouth went dry, the words sinking into me like teeth. I stared at Cole, at the way his che