All Chapters of The Mate She Can’t See: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY EIGHTZOEYI didn’t like it. I didn’t like it one bit.From the moment Viktor’s eyes locked with Lily’s, I felt something shift in the air. There was an odd spark, maybe even a pull. The kind of thing you couldn’t deny even if you tried.And I hated it because it was Viktor.The same man who locked me in a golden room. The same one who called me a thing to be owned. The same one who tried to kill Graham. He didn’t deserve anything soft, anything warm, especially not someone like Lily.Lily was everything to me. She was the only one that accepted me for who I was in the pack. I was able to confide in her and she never made me feel less of myself. She’d given me her all and I knew that she came here to find me, so in return, I’d do everything to keep her away from that psycho, Viktor.But when I turned to her, she looked frozen. Her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling like she couldn’t breathe. In her eyes, it felt like she wasn’t looking at

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTYZOEYThe morning sun poured through the windows, soft and golden. I blinked against the light and found myself still curled up in Graham’s arms. His breathing was calm, steady and his face was softer in sleep, less guarded, and less burdened. Just the man I loved.I didn’t move right away. I wanted to stay there a little longer, wrapped in the quiet peace we hadn’t felt in weeks.I closed my eyes and slipped back into the peaceful sleep but eventually, the scent of eggs and toast pulled me out of bed. Graham had already slipped out and started breakfast. I found him in the kitchen, shirtless, hair messy, moving around like he hadn’t just been in a war the day before.“Hey,” he said when he saw me. “I was about to come get you.”“You made breakfast?” I asked, stepping toward him.He smiled. “I owed you.”I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and rested my cheek against his back. “You really do.”He laughed and turned around, brushing a kiss to my

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONEGRAHAMI woke up to the soft weight of Zoey curled beside me, her head resting just below my collarbone. The sun was slipping through the curtains, casting lines of gold across the bed and for the first time in what felt like forever, it was quiet and peaceful.Zoey stirred and blinked up at me with sleepy eyes. I brushed a hand down her back.“Morning,” I murmured.“Mm,” she hummed, stretching slightly. “Is it weird that I miss her?”“Who?”“Lily,” she whispered. “She’s been gone for like a day, but it feels longer. I didn’t realize how used to her I was until she wasn’t around.”I looked down at her, running my thumb along her arm. “We can visit her. She’s not that far.”Her eyes lit up just a little, and I could tell she didn’t expect me to say yes that fast.“You sure?”I nodded. “She’s still part of our pack. And… you need her.”Zoey sat up, brushing her hair back. “Then let’s go.”The walk to the edge of the old vampire ruins was oddly quiet. No

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREEVIKTORThe wind had changed.It always did before something bad happened. Before blood was spilled or secrets cracked open like bones under pressure. Most people didn’t notice that kind of thing bt I did.I’d lived long enough to know the scent of danger. It had a certain stillness to it. A certain taste in the air like burnt metal and silence.Lily was asleep.I could hear her breathing softly from the other side of the room. She liked to sleep near the windows, where moonlight poured in like silver paint. She didn’t mind that I never really slept. She said it made her feel safe, knowing someone was awake while she drifted off.And I stayed awake, not because I had to, but because I didn’t want to miss anything.I stood near the balcony now, arms crossed, eyes on the trees in the distance.Someone had entered the woods today. It was a woman and she was alone.At first, I thought it might be Zoey. She had a habit of wandering, especially when she wa

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVECHARLIEI didn’t mean to see it.I wasn’t trying to snoop or spy or dig up something that wasn’t mine. I just needed air. The house was too loud and there many footsteps, too many people looking my way and whispering amongst themselves. I told one of the patrol wolves I was stepping out for a walk, and he barely nodded.No one really cared where I went aslong as I didnt cause any troubles and go didn’t go too far.But I did.The wind had shifted, carrying something strange not a scent I could place, but a feeling. The air was cold but the smell was rotten and old. It pulled me off the main path, deeper into the trees.And then I saw it.A shape; twisted and hunched, its back curved like it had too many bones. It was dragging something. I couldn’t see what. It moved low to the ground, half-crawling, half-sliding like it didn’t need legs to move. Its skin was pale, almost grey, like it had been drained of life.I froze. It didn’t see me, or maybe it di