All Chapters of The Mate She Can’t See: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SEVENZOEYIt had been so long since Graham and I had shared a peaceful moment. Just the two of us, no worries pressing down on us, and no threats breathing over our shoulders. So when he asked if I wanted to take a walk after lunch, I didn’t even think twice.The evening was gentle, with the breeze carrying the soft scent of pine and fresh roses from the garden. Graham held my hand as we moved through the trail behind the pack house, and I felt my shoulders relax for the first time in weeks.“It feels like we haven’t had a second alone,” he said quietly, giving my hand a squeeze.“You’re right,” I replied. “I missed this.”He smiled, one of those small smiles that didn’t reach his eyes but still made my heart flutter and the butterflies in my stomach scurry around.We talked about a lot of things but nothing important, how the training had been going, how Ronald had nearly lost his temper with a stubborn young wolf, and how I wanted to redo the garden b

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINEGRAHAMMorning brought no relief. The entire house felt charged, like a single spark could burn it down. Zoey was quiet, eyes distant, as she sat on the edge of our bed pulling her hair into a loose braid. She’d barely slept, and I could see every hour of worry in the darkness beneath her eyes.I fastened the last buckle of my belt and glanced at her. “I’m going to talk to Charlie,” I told her.Zoey didn’t reply right away, just pressed her lips together. Finally, she nodded, stiff and guarded.I stepped closer, brushed a hand across her cheek. “I’ll handle it,” I said softly.“She was out there again, Graham,” Zoey murmured, voice cracking. “In the middle of the night, acting like a ghost. What is she up to?”I sighed. “I’ll find out. Try to get some rest, okay?”Her arms folded across her chest, defensive. “I don’t like this.”“I know,” I said, kissing her forehead, “but trust me.”Before she could answer, I left, moving through the halls toward t

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY ONEZOEYI didn’t sleep after Graham left. I just lay there, still curled up on the bed, the sheets twisted around my legs like a net. My body was warm from where he had been lying beside me, but I felt cold and restless in a way I couldn’t explain. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt like my thoughts were dragging me somewhere I wasn’t ready to go.I wasn’t okay and not in the way that a long nap or a hot meal could fix. Something felt… wrong.Or maybe not wrong but just different.Eventually, I gave up on pretending to sleep. I sat up slowly, pressing my hands to my stomach. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel normal either. I had felt this way all morning. It was like an ache I couldn’t place, a churning that didn’t go away no matter how much water I drank or how deeply I breathed.My footsteps echoed softly as I made my way down the corridor. The pack house was still quiet, and I could hear faint voices outside, the warriors changing shifts, the stead

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY THREEZOEYI didn’t know when I fell asleep, only that it hit me like a wave, one moment I was curled under the blanket trying not to think, and the next, I was someplace else entirely.The dream didn’t feel like a dream at first.I was standing in the forest behind the pack house, barefoot, the air thick with mist. Everything was too quiet. Not a single bird or rustle of wind. The trees stretched endlessly around me, but I wasn’t cold. I was… waiting.Then, a sound, a baby crying.My heart leapt into my throat. I turned in all directions, trying to place it. It sounded distant at first, muffled, like it was echoing from far away but then it grew louder, desperate and frantic.I started running.My feet slapped against the forest floor, breath catching in my throat. I didn’t know what I was chasing or where I was going, but my legs carried me forward, deeper into the mist. Branches clawed at my arms, and something heavy pulled at my chest. I had to find

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FOURZOEYI’d never felt fear like this.Not when I’d been captured, not when Graham had nearly died in my arms and not even when Viktor had taken me away from everything I knew.This? This quiet moment in our room, with Graham seated beside me on the bed, talking softly about border security and rogue movements, this was the most terrifying thing I’d ever lived through.Because I knew I was about to change everything.He looked relaxed, one arm resting behind me on the bed, his other hand playing idly with mine. He hadn’t noticed my silence yet, but he would soon since I usually chimed into this kind of matters but now, I wasn’t in the mood.I stared down at our fingers, how strong his hand looked wrapped around mine, how warm and real he felt beside me and I wondered if I was about to break something we’d only just begun to heal.I swallowed. My throat was dry. My lips felt like paper. “Graham,” I said quietly.His voice stopped mid-sentence, and his e