All Chapters of The Mate She Can’t See: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FOURZOEYI couldn’t breathe. The air in Graham’s office had felt toxic, choking me, the second I saw her lips on his. I didn’t wait to hear excuses. I didn’t even know if I wanted to hear them. My heart was beating too fast, my hands trembling.I pushed the door open and stepped out, letting it slam shut behind me. My wolf was howling inside, clawing at my chest, demanding answers I couldn’t give.I needed space. I needed air.My feet carried me to the garden behind the pack house, a place where the roses grew thick and wild, where Graham once promised I would always be safe. Right now, it felt like a lie. I walked through the gravel path, past the benches, until I found a spot near the fountain. My knees gave out, and I sank down, hugging myself.How could he?How could he stand there and let her kiss him?I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the sting of tears. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to feel this way, like my whole chest had been ripped op

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINEGRAHAMI couldn’t sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those twisted creatures crawling out of the earth, their empty faces still smiling at me. I’d paced the floor for hours, trying to think of a plan.I also couldn’t stop thinking about Zoey and how she had misunderstood what happened between Nicole and I. I could only hope that she gave me a chance to explain myself.At dawn, Ronald came in. He looked tired too, eyes heavy, but there was a spark of determination in him.“Alpha, I’ve been thinking,” he said.I dragged a hand through my hair. “Let’s hear it.”He hesitated, like he knew I wouldn’t like it. “We need help and there’s only one person who might know about dark creatures like these.”I frowned, a part of me already knew who he was talking about. “Who?”“Viktor,” Ronald said.I stilled. Viktor. The vampire lord, Lily’s mate, once my enemy. Now we were allies, but it still felt wrong to run to him for help.“I’m not sure,”

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY ONEZOEYWhen I stepped into the room, I found him sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed like the weight of the entire pack was crushing his shoulders. His breathing was shallow, and he didn’t even look up when the door closed behind me.My heart ached at the sight of him like that.“Graham,” I called gently, but he didn’t answer.I walked closer, my footsteps soft over the rug, until I stood right in front of him. The faint moonlight from the window lit up half his face, showing the lines of worry that had grown deeper over these last weeks.I reached out, brushing my fingers through his hair. “Graham,” I said again, firmer this time.He finally blinked and lifted his head, eyes cloudy and far away. “Zoey.” He called, finally registering my presence.“You look exhausted,” I told him.He gave a small, broken laugh. “I feel worse than I look.”My chest ached. I could see how much he was trying to hold everything together. His pac

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREEGRAHAMThe council room was tense. I could feel it before I even stepped inside, like the air was too tight to breathe. As I walked to the head of the table, their eyes followed me, waiting, and testing. It was my job to lead them, and to protect them but these last few weeks, it felt like they were all wondering if I was still capable of doing that.I forced my shoulders back and kept my voice even. “I called this meeting to update you all on the situation,” I said.Murmurs went around the table, but no one interrupted me. I took a deep breath and kept going. “As you know, the attacks haven’t stopped. We lost two more border guards yesterday. We’re still tracking where those things come from, but they keep changing tactics.”One of the elders, gray-haired and stone-faced, shifted forward. “And what is your plan, Alpha Graham? We can’t keep burying our people.”I held his stare. “I went to the vampires for help,” I told them.The room fell silent,

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVEKELVINThe abandoned building on the far edge of the territory smelled of rot and old stone. Moonlight poured through shattered windows, falling in broken patterns on the floor. Kelvin stood there in the middle of it, hands behind his back, eyes cold as he watched Elder Mathias approach.Mathias looked older tonight, shadows drawn deep into the lines of his face, but his posture still carried that pride Kelvin had always hated.“You’re late,” Kelvin drawled.Mathias scoffed, stepping into the circle of faint light. “You think I have nothing better to do than answer your summons?”Kelvin let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Trust me, old man, if you want your plan to succeed, you’d better learn to show respect.”Mathias glared, but didn’t argue. “Speak,” he snapped.Kelvin raised a brow, amused. “So eager? Good. Then listen carefully.”He turned, pacing around a crumbling column, letting his boots echo on the stone. “Graham is getting desperate. I have