Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To My Hybrid brother : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

VonThe full moon hung high above us, its pale glow illuminating the gathering ground. I could feel the weight of a hundred gazes following my every move and I knew who they were looking at. It was Rae. I turned to look at her, squeezing her hands tightly.“I’m here okay!” I whispered.“That’s all that matters.”The moment Luigi sighted me he walked in my direction. His sharp eyes flickered toward Rae before snapping back to me. “Do you remember what you’re supposed to do?” he asked in a low voice. I gave a small nod, but before I could respond, his gaze hardened as he returned to Rae.“Why is she here?” He asked.“She belongs here,” I said firmly. Luigi exhaled sharply. “Von, she’s supposed to be hidden.” “No,” I said, with boldness in my tone. “I won’t do that. I won’t hide her.” Luigi’s expression darkened, but he held his tongue. The full moon gathering officially began, and the voices of the people hushed as the ceremony commenced. One of the elders stepped forward

Rae“Anna told me we are leaving for the weekend,” I informed Von.The moment Anna told me we were going on a getaway, I was skeptical. I had so many questions. I was also finding it hard to believe that it was.“Is what Anna said true?” I asked peering into his eyes.“Yes, we’re leaving tonight,” he confirmed, in a rather deep tone. I hesitated, biting my lip. “Are you sure this is the right time? With everything going on?” Von tilted his head slightly, stepping closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. His scent—earthy, mixed with a hint of cedar wood—wrapped around me like a blanket. “Rae,” he said in a soft tone, “we need this. You need this. After everything that has happened all we need right now is some time to ourselves. This would be our moment to breathe.” His words settled something inside me. I hadn’t realized how much I craved an escape until now. Just a moment to forget the weight of being his supposed Luna, the judgment of his people, the ever-loomin

RaeVon and I had decided to take a stroll later that evening, and as we walked the sound of the waves crashing against the shore created a rhythmic lullaby.It was very soothing, and so was the feeling of our fingers brushing occasionally.Von took a deep breath, letting the ocean breeze tousle his dark hair. "I don’t want to go back to the pack," he said suddenly. I turned my head sharply to look at him. "That’s impossible. You’re the king." He exhaled through his nose, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "What if I step down? Let someone else take over?" I stopped walking, my brows furrowing. "You’re clearly losing your mind." Von chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "I mean it, Rae. What if I just let it go? What if I stop carrying the weight of the entire kingdom on my shoulders?" I folded my arms. "You don’t get to run away from your responsibilities. That’s not who you are." His expression changed and I could tell he was frustrated, but I wasn’t about to let him wallo

Von I watched Heron as he settled into the chair beside his wife. I motioned for my maids to serve drinks, but he waved them off with a tight-lipped shake of his head. Then my gaze shifted from Heron to the lady seated beside his wife. It was Calister’s younger sister. The last time I saw her, she was thirteen. Now, she was grown, nearly the mirror image of her dead sister. The sight of her unsettled me, stirring emotions I wasn’t ready to face. Heron cleared his throat, pulling my attention back to him. "Let’s get straight to the point," he said, his voice having a firm feeling to it. "I’m furious about my daughter’s death, and this whole situation makes you—" He pointed at me with a slow gesture. "indebted to me." I narrowed my eyes. "Indebted?" "Yes," he confirmed without hesitation. “I don’t remember doing any business with you.” I declared.“This isn’t about business it’s about my daughter.”I looked at him with a shocking daze. I understood where he was heading with

RaeThe funeral took place on the second day and I knew why. Von wanted it over with, wanted to bury Calister quickly, to silence the grief, the guilt—whatever it was he was feeling. But I also knew that nothing would silence it. Von might have been acting indifferent, distant, but I could see the weight pressing on him. The way his jaw tightened every time someone mentioned her name. The way his eyes darkened, avoiding my gaze. And no matter how much I tried to smooth things between us, he remained cold. I sat on the edge of the bed that morning, watching him dress.I had replayed the words I had said to him a thousand times but I ended up going off script.“Are you going to keep acting this way?” I asked. Von buttoned his shirt, his hands pausing only for a brief moment before he finally met my gaze. “You already said you’re not willing to fight for our love,” he said. His voice displayed the storm in his chest. The storm I badly wanted to get rid of.“It shows you don’t re