All Chapters of Goodbye, my mate: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Leah's POVThe moon hung heavy above me, a swollen, unblinking eye that tracked my every step as I climbed out of the car, its cold light clawing at the edges of my vision. Genus X headquarters rose before me like a beast of glass and steel, all sharp angles and secrets, its fifth investment in my grip - a human gamble to drag prehistoric ghosts back into the world. I smoothed my coat, the fabric hissing against my skin, and strode toward the entrance, my boots clicking on the pavement like the ticking of a clock I couldn't outrun. The air reeked of rain that wouldn't fall, thick and restless, and I felt it settle into my bones, a weight I'd carried too long.My phone buzzed in my pocket, a sharp, insistent sting, and I yanked it out. Finn's name glared up at me, and I pressed the answer button with a flick of my thumb, bracing for the venom I knew was coming."You fucking ruthless cold-hearted bitch," he snarled, his voice a blade slicing through the static, al

Leah's POVRyan stood beside me, his shadow stretching long and dark across the ground, his presence a quiet menace I couldn't shake."We're not sure if these resurrected beasts can remember their old lives," he said, his voice low, cutting through the wind like a dulled knife. "None of us can talk to those two steppenwolves. No way to know if they're still the ancient creatures that once roamed this damned continent."I didn't answer right away, just let his words sink into me, heavy as wet earth. My mind churned, a mess of curiosity and something sharper - something that gnawed at my gut. Then let me find out, I thought, the idea blooming like a bruise. If anyone could peel back the truth from those wolves, it'd be me. I'd survived worse than resurrected ghosts.I shifted my weight, my boots scuffing the stone path, and glanced at him. "I'm sorry about your wife," I said, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. "Her situation, I mean."Ryan shoo

Leo's POVI had no concept of home. I had been thrown far away from my father since I was young. I could only see my father from afar at the full moon ball every year. At this time, people around me reminded me to bow my head and bow to my father because he was the highly anticipated Lycan King.Everyone knew that I was the illegitimate child of my father, and everyone looked down on me because of this. When a person's inferiority exceeded the love given by everyone around them, the result was the way I was now.I found my sanity in the lab, but Leah's appearance confused my entropy. This selfish, arrogant, and always independent Lycan Princess was the focus of attention wherever she went.I once designed an assassination when I was young. I hired the best werewolf assassin, seemingly to kill Lucian, but actually wanted to kill Leah. However, I underestimated Lucian's love for Leah - it was not the love between siblings. It was the love between father and

Leah's POVThe darkness clung to me like a second skin, heavy and suffocating, as I lay crumpled in that cursed cage. Pain gnawed at my bones, a relentless beast that had long since made a home in my flesh. My left eye was swollen shut, a throbbing reminder of Magda's fists, but I forced the right one open, squinting through the haze of blood and exhaustion. That's when I saw him - Lucas. He stormed into the room like a thunderclap, tall and handsome, his presence a jagged blade slicing through my despair. Majestic, he was, even with that chrome-colored mechanical arm glinting cruelly in the dim light, a stark contrast to the flesh I'd once known.He didn't hesitate. That gleaming arm shot out, fingers wrapping tight around Magda's throat, squeezing until her gasps rasped against the silence. With his other foot, he smashed the cage door open, the metal shrieking as it bent under his fury. I flinched at the sound, my body tensing out of habit, but then his eyes found m

Lycidas' POVThe morning light seeped through the narrow windows of the chamber, its pale fingers clawing at the stone walls, casting a dim glow that felt more like a shroud than a blessing. I stood there, cloaked in shadow, my breath a quiet snarl in my chest, the beast within pacing its cage. Finn was before me, his back turned, gazing out as if the world beyond held some answer I'd never given him. He didn't hear me approach - my footsteps were a predator's whisper, honed from years of stalking prey through moonlit forests and blood-soaked battles.As I closed the distance, he turned his head, and I caught the flicker in his eyes - relief, perhaps, or a fool's hope. His lips parted, the ghost of a smile tugging at them, but before it could fully bloom, I struck. My claws, sharp as moonlight on steel, tore through his chest with a wet, ripping sound. Blood bloomed like dark flowers across his shirt, vivid and cruel against the white fabric, spreading as if eager to c