All Chapters of MATED FOR ONLY A BABY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

I fled.The wind stung my face, and my legs ached as I ran faster, refusing to look back. I couldn't afford to hesitate; if I did, Liam would seize me.Branches brushed my skin, while my bare feet sank into the damp earth as I dashed through the dense woods. My heart raced, overwhelming the sounds of dangerous creatures surrounding me. Although the air was chilly, I was drenched in sweat. There was no plan, no destination only the pressing need to escape.Liam's voice echoed in my mind: "You belong to me, Gwen."That wasn't true anymore.A distant howl pierced the night. Then another. Liam's wolves were on the hunt.I drove my legs to run faster, my breath ragged. My body protested, still weak from all I had endured in his pack. But I couldn't stop.If they caught me... I might never have another chance.***My lungs burned as I reached a steep slope, my feet struggling for traction on the loose dirt. My body begged for rest, but I pressed on, my eyes scanning ahead.Then I spotted it

I sat in the cold dungeon, my body aching and thoughts racing. The dim light from a low torch illuminated the light, reflecting my own feelings of weakness and despair.Next to me was Alven, his breathing was unsteady, with his leg injury still oozing blood. Thick iron chains bound his wrists, designed for the most dangerous of prisoners; it was clear Liam wasn't willing to take any risks with him, as he posed the greatest threat. And that meant I was in danger too.Tina's words echoed in my mind: "Liam might be your mate, but I'm the one he's going to marry."The idea twisted my stomach in anger and something else, something I didn't want to acknowledge because part of me still cared, a part I wished I could erase. But emotions can't distract me now. Alven was here, and he had a plan.Alven looked around the room, his sharp eyes assessing our surroundings. "They believe we're powerless," he murmured. "That's their first mistake."I frowned at his injured condition. "Alven, you can

The world was filled with flames.The packhouse was being consumed by fire, thick smoke coming into the night. The heat burnt my skin, and the foul smell of burnt wood and blood invaded my senses. I could hear screams echoing in every direction. It was chaos. Amidst the destruction, I found myself frozen between two men.Liam his grip tight around my wrist, his green eyes filled rage mixed with an unfamiliar feelings.Alven standing amidst the smoke, sword drawn, his expression unreadable.This was war.And I was right in the center of it.***I had always called Alven was my brother.Ever since my parents passed away and I was a young rogue wolf, he stepped in as a family figure for me.He had protected, guided, and taught me how to survive. I trusted him with my life, and thought the bond between us was just for brother and sister.But I was mistaken.The way he looked at me...Initially, I refused to accept it, but whispers surrounded me. I noticed how Alven sometimes looked at me