All Chapters of Mated To The Beast: Her Hybrid Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Claire's povI trudged back to my room, my mind reeling with thoughts and questions. What was going on with Darien? And what was the meaning behind the strange whispers and noises?As I entered my room, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It was quiet and peaceful, a refuge from the chaos and uncertainty that seemed to be swirling around me.I changed into comfortable clothes and climbed on my bed, trying to clear my mind and relax. But as I lay there, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.I tried to focus on my breathing, to calm my racing thoughts. But my mind kept wandering back to the strange occurrences, and the sense of unease that had been growing inside me.Just as I was starting to drift off to sleep, I heard a faint scratching sound coming from the wall. It was soft and subtle, but it sent a shiver down my spine.I sat up in bed, my heart racing. What was that? And who - or what - was making that noise?I sat there for a moment, listening. But there was not

Darien's povI sat at my desk, staring blankly at the papers in front of me. But I wasn't seeing them. I was seeing Claire's face, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt as she stood in front of my desk.I felt a pang of guilt and regret as I realized I had hurt her again. I had been avoiding her, trying to keep my distance, but it was clear that wasn't working.I sighed and rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. I didn't know how to deal with this, how to balance my duties as alpha with my feelings for Claire.I thought back to the previous night, to the meeting I had with the other pack leaders. We had discussed the growing threat of the rogue pack, and the need for us to work together to protect our territory.But as I sat there, listening to the others, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. That there was more to this situation than met the eye.And then I received a message, a cryptic warning that had left me feeling uneasy and on edge. I hadn't told Claire

Claire's povI sat on my bed, staring blankly at the wall as I tried to process everything that had happened. Darien had told his guards to shut me out, to tell me he was busy and couldn't see me. It was like a punch to the gut, a harsh reminder that I was still just an outsider in this pack.I thought back to our argument earlier, to the way Darien had looked at me with such anger and frustration in his eyes. The way he walked out on me in an intimate state I had known he was upset, but I had no idea he was this upset.I felt a pang of hurt and rejection as I realized that Darien didn't want to see me, didn't want to talk to me. It was like I was nothing to him, just a nuisance he couldn't be bothered with.I stood up and began to pace back and forth across my room, trying to burn off some of the anger and frustration that was building up inside me. How could Darien do this to me? How could he just shut me out like this?I stopped pacing and stood still, my eyes fixed on the door. I

Claire's PovI walked back to my room, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me like a stormy sea. I was frustrated, confused, and a little bit hurt, all at the same time. I didn't understand why Darien was pushing me away, and it was making me feel like I was going crazy. One minute we were kissing, and the next minute he was walking away from me. It was like he was sending me mixed signals, and I didn't know how to decipher them.As I entered my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. I needed to calm down, clear my head, and think things through. I felt like I was stuck in a whirlwind, and I needed to find a way to escape.I walked over to the window and looked out, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sky was painted with hues of pink and orange, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. I breathed in deeply, feeling the cool breeze fill my lungs. I closed my eyes, letting the peacefulness of the moment

Claire's POV I watched him pace. His footsteps were so heavy that I heard each thud. That was the least of my concerns. It was the anger and look of torture in his face. "You think this is easy for me?" He asked with rage, standing away from me. "You think I want to stay away from you? You think you're not driving me as crazy as you claim I'm driving you?" He asked, jabbing his finger in my direction. I made him angry a lot. We made each other angry and we frustrated each other but it had never been this way. But I was not backing down until he gave me a reason. "Avoiding you is driving me nuts," he said, running his hand through his hair and looking at me with a pained expression. I was caught off guard. "But I have to do it for myself. For both of us. You don't want what I want and I don't want to impose on you. I don't want to get hurt," I ranted. "What are you talking about?" I asked with confusion and frustration. I needed him to speak straightforwardly and stop beating aroun