Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Forbidden Mate : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lyra’s POV "Father, I implore you, I cannot imagine marrying him," I pleaded earnestly, facing my father who remained resolute in the garden. "Lyra, you will marry him," he replied calmly, yet an underlying severity marked his tone. "He is not my destined mate. I'll recognize my mate when our eyes meet," I retorted with conviction. "Do you believe someone else would be more suitable? Maximus is among the most wealthy and powerful Alphas, not to mention he is handsome”. “I am bestowing upon you a considerable favour," he added, his anger palpable. "A favour? Father, as the Alpha's daughter, I possess beauty, courage, and distinction," I disputed, my voice almost trembling with emotion. "You are to heed my every command unquestioningly!" he declared emphatically. Feeling tears welling up, I turned away, walking back to the house. At twenty years old, my father sought to trade me to this imperious Alpha, and the weight of his decision pressed heavily upon me. "What's troubling y

Lyra’s POV As I transitioned into my wolf form and darted into the woods, contemplation seized my thoughts. Every onlooker cast a glance filled with shock and disdain, except for my brother, whose expression reflected satisfaction, yearning for nothing but my happiness. My wolf, too, echoed my fear, tearing through the woods with swift urgency, disturbing dry leaves and snapping sticks in the obscurity of the night. She halted before the mountain standing resolute, a forbidden boundary I dared to cross. Resuming control, I shifted back, fixing my gaze on the formidable peak. Moments lingered in contemplation. The heat at home was oppressive, and escaping seemed a tempting choice. What's the worst that could happen? I preferred confronting the unknown beyond the mountain to facing Maximus and my father. Returning to my human form, my wolf skillfully ascended the mountain, and after what felt like an eternity, we emerged on the other side, greeted by dense woods. "Are you sure a

Lyra’s POV As my wolf neared the cottage, I observed George in a state of panic outside. Taking charge, I shifted. Surprisingly, he hurried towards me and enveloped me in an embrace. “Mate,” resonated my wolf's voice. “But he's human, how is that possible?” I inquired, yet silence met my question, not that her silence was an unfamiliar response. Against all odds, it seemed we were descending into something inexplicable. “You do realize I'm undressed, right?” were the words that escaped my lips. "Oh! I apologize," he muttered, turning away and swiftly taking off his shirt, his gaze avoiding mine. I pondered why he was making such a fuss. We were right in front of the house, and I intended to step inside and grab a dress. Encountering him shirtless again was nearly unbearable. He resembled a perfect Greek god. "Where did you go?" he inquired. "I went for a run with my wolf," I replied nonchalantly. "Lyra, no one can see your wolf. No one must know you're a werewolf," he cau

Lra’s POV My journey stretched on longer than before, each step weighed down by the burden of sadness that clung to me like a cloak. When I finally shifted back, I found myself shivering in the cold, the thin dress Damian had included in the bag offering little protection against the biting wind. Despite my exhaustion, sleep eluded me until the early hours of the morning, when sheer weariness finally overcame the ache in my heart. When I awoke, hunger gnawed at me. With trembling hands, I reached into the bag and retrieved some fruits, devouring them hungrily before pressing on. As night fell once more, I found myself alone in the darkness of the woods, the eerie silence broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. The next morning, weary and famished, I finally reached George's doorstep and knocked. He opened the door, my face drawn and distressed. Without a word, he enfolded me in a warm embrace. "You look so pale. Are you okay?" he asked, concern

Lyra’s POVEntering the city, the uproar of sounds assaulted my heightened senses, causing my nose to bleed. The relentless sound of vehicle horns, machinery whirring, angry drivers, children's voices, and a lot of other noises overwhelmed me. The mixture of scents, from people, dogs, food, and countless other odours, only added to my disorientation."Are you okay?" George's voice cut through the chaos, his concern evident in both his tone and his eyes."I will be. Let's get to your place," I managed to reply. He handed me his handkerchief to contain the flow of blood from my nose, and with a sense of urgency, he navigated through the congested streets. Each passing moment felt like an eternity until finally, we arrived at his residence.Thankfully his house was situated in a calm neighborhood, a stark contrast to the chaotic streets we had just passed. As the driver opened the gates, my eyes widened in awe at