All Chapters of The Mate She Can’t See: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENZOEYSleep didn’t come easy that night. I kept turning on the bed, listening to Graham’s steady breathing beside me, one hand resting protectively over my stomach. Every time my eyes shut, my mind replayed the same thought, I’m carrying a child now. Our child.When I finally drifted off, it wasn’t the usual kind of sleep. It was deeper, almost like sinking into water.I found myself standing in the middle of a wide, silver field. The grass shimmered as if covered in moonlight, and the sky above was filled with endless stars. The air was quiet, yet heavy with something holy.I knew where I was. The Moon Goddess’s realm.A soft glow appeared ahead of me, and as I stepped closer, it took shape, the Moon Goddess herself, tall and radiant, her white dress flowing as if made from light. Her eyes held the whole sky inside them.“Zoey,” she said, her voice calm but strong, “you carry more than you realize.”My hands instinctively went to my stomach. “You know?”S

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND NINE ZOEYThe fires outside were burning low when Lily tugged at my arm.“Come with me,” she said. Her voice was soft but insistent, the kind of tone that didn’t leave room for excuses.We slipped away from the courtyard, leaving the music and laughter behind. The night air was cool on my skin, the stars shining like scattered diamonds above us. Viktor was still talking with Graham and the elders, so for once, Lily was free.She led me to one of the smaller gardens tucked between the pack houses. It was quiet there, only the sound of crickets filling the air. A bench sat beneath a tree heavy with blossoms, and we sat down side by side.For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just listened to the world being peaceful.Then Lily nudged me with her shoulder. “You’ve been glowing.”I blinked at her. “Glowing?”“Yes. Don’t argue.” She leaned back on the bench, studying me with narrowed eyes. “You’ve been smiling more. And even when you don’t smile, there’s something

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVENGRAHAMBreakfast should have been simple. Bread, fruit, eggs. The same thing we had every morning but nothing felt simple anymore, not since Zoey told me about the baby.I sat at the table with her, watching the maids set the food down. My eyes went straight to the roasted meat. Too oily. Too heavy.“Take that away,” I snapped before Zoey could even touch her fork.The maid froze. “Alpha?”“You heard me. She’s not eating that.”Zoey frowned at me. “Graham, it’s just meat.”“It’s greasy,” I argued. “You don’t need it. Bring her some boiled chicken instead and cut it into small pieces.”The maid bowed quickly and scurried off.Zoey’s fork clattered against her plate. “I can cut my own food, you know.”“I don’t want you struggling,” I said firmly, pouring her water myself. “From now on, I’ll handle your meals. No more mistakes from the kitchen.”Her eyes narrowed. “Mistakes?”“Yes.” I pointed at the bread. “That’s too dry. She needs softer bread. And more f

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN GRAHAMThe pack house felt too big when Zoey wasn’t by my side.She hadn’t been herself since yesterday. Breakfast ended with me barking at the maids for serving her soup that smelled too strong. Then, during our walk, I’d shouted at children who were only laughing and running. I thought I was protecting her. But when I looked at her face, all I saw was irritation, hurt, even.She’d slipped away not long after. First to Hannah’s room, then to the gardens, and then she disappeared into our quarters early, long before the evening meal. She didn’t shut me out completely—she still smiled when she passed me in the hall, still pressed a small kiss to my cheek when others were around. But the warmth, the easy closeness we always had… it was dimmed.And it was my fault.I sat in my office, staring at papers I couldn’t focus on. Reports of patrols, maps of the borders, lists of supplies. None of it mattered right now. All I could think about was the way Zoey h

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEENZOEYThe house was quiet when Lily came knocking. I hadn’t expected her, she usually sent someone ahead to announce her visits, but this time she just appeared at my door with a grin and a bundle of flowers clutched in her hands.“You didn’t forget me, did you?” she teased as I pulled her inside.“Forget you? You’re too loud to forget,” I said, laughing as I hugged her tight.She smelled of lavender and wood smoke. It was comforting, familiar in a way that made me feel like I was finally breathing after holding my breath for days.“These are for you,” she said, handing me the flowers. “Don’t ask where I got them. Just know they didn’t survive willingly.”I snorted and set them in a vase. “Murderer.”“Collector,” she corrected, eyes twinkling. “So, how’s my favorite cousin?”I raised a brow. “I’m your only cousin.”“Exactly. Easier for you to win the title.”We collapsed onto the couch together like we used to when we were younger, legs tangled, shoulder