All Chapters of Forsaken by the Moongoddess : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Hayden’s POV The door opened, and Asher’s voice came first.“Oh… it’s the bad man again.”That hadn’t changed. Even the few times I came around to the restaurant … he never forgot.He peeked out from behind the leg of the maid that opened the door.The maid greeted me, then stepped aside and walked off, leaving him there.Just the two of us.I exhaled quietly and crouched to his level.Same eyes. Same stare. Too much of me in him to ignore.My jaw tightened for a second before I let it go.“Hey, Asher,” I said, keeping my voice low.He frowned immediately.I let out a small breath and reached for the bag in my hand. I had gotten a few toys yesterday after searching online for things three-year-olds usually liked. Alex had reminded me that Hayes loved racing cars and building blocks… so I hoped Asher would too.“I got you something,” I said gently. “You can have these.”I showed him the toys.He didn’t even look at them properly. “I don’t want,” he said, backing slightly. “You’re bad

Abby’s POV “Mommy, look! It's Gabby's dollhouse!” Amy squealed, running toward a corner of the massive living room that had been transformed into a small play area.A soft mat covered the floor, and a portable projector cast bright cartoons across a wide section of the wall, turning it into a quiet viewing space.I knew this wasn’t part of the hotel’s standard setup. This was deliberate.My gaze shifted.At another corner, a small indoor tent had been set up, draped in soft colourful fabric like a child’s private hideout. Carefully selected toys of different sizes were arranged neatly beside it, as though someone had thought through every detail.I slipped my hand into my back pocket and pressed my lips into a thin line, taking in everything.It wasn’t the setup that unsettled me. It was the thought behind it.Hayden had gone out of his way to do this for them?Amy’s excited voice cut my thoughts short.“Ash!” she called, already kneeling. “Look! It’s Peppa’s car!”Asher didn’t move

Abby’s POV “How did this happen? You have…” I swallowed the rest of the words as I took in the position of the wound, just beneath his ribs. The shape…It dawned on me.The stab he had taken for me… when Freya tried to kill me.My chest tightened as I stared at it.The flesh hadn’t closed. It was still raw, the edges darkened and slightly swollen, like his body was trying and failing to heal it.“Hayden…” His name slipped from my lips as my hands moved instinctively toward the wound.“It’s nothing serious…”“It is,” I cut in, my eyes fixed on the wound. “You should have healed by now. Why is it taking this long?”The question came out before I could stop it.I knew how fast he healed. He was an Alpha, for Goddess’ sake.“It should have,” he admitted quietly, staring down at the wound. “But… there’s dark magic involved.”My brow pulled. “Dark magic?”“A witch I know checked it,” he continued. “She found traces in my bloodstream. It’s slowing the healing.”My stomach dropped.The mem

Hayden’s POV For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.I exhaled slowly.“Abby… listen, we can't do this.”“We can,” she said, folding her arms calmly across her chest.My mind spun, already knowing what this would cost me.“Abby,” I tried again. “Hear me out, please. The bond…”“I said we can,” she cut in, her tone final.My jaw tightened.“I made things clear already,” she continued. “I’m here because of the kids. I want you in their lives… not mine.”The words landed exactly where they always did. Painful and unavoidable. Every time she drew that line, I found more reasons to hate myself. And there was nothing I could do about it. Another silence settled between us.The defiance in her expression didn’t waver.“If that’s what you want…” I ran a hand through my hair, nodding once. “Give me a minute.”I didn’t wait for her answer.I stepped out onto the balcony.The city stretched endlessly — glass towers, quiet lights, distant movement far below.Everything looked… calm.But nothin

Hayden’s POV It took everything in me to stay still while she spoke about her trauma… knowing the root of it traced back to me.And seeing her cry that way–Something in me cracked irreparably.Her lips were still against mine, trembling slightly beneath the restraint I was barely holding together.Fear held me in place.I had crossed a boundary she set. I knew that much.I thought of pulling away before this became another mistake she would hate me for later.But then her fingers tightened faintly against my shirt.Not pushing me away.Holding on.Like she didn’t want me to leave.My restraint slipped before I could stop it.I deepened the kiss slightly.Her breath caught softly against my lips.The sound nearly broke what was left of my control.My hand moved to her back on instinct, pulling her in just enough that she fit against me again. Slower this time. Heavier. Like I was trying to convince myself this wasn’t something I was stealing.She tasted like salt and warmth and every