All Chapters of Dear Ex Mate, Look At Me Now, I Now Belong To Your Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Raina's point of view “W-who’s there?” My voice trembled, thin with fear, but the silence that followed was heavier than any reply.Then footsteps. Slow. Fading. Like someone retreating, only to circle back when I least expected.It felt unreal, like I’d been dropped into the middle of some twisted horror film. My chest rose and fell too fast, the walls of the restroom pressing in on me. I forced myself into stillness, straining my ears, waiting for the scrape of shoes to return beneath the door.But nothing came.At last, I let out a shaky sigh, clutching the cold metal of the handle before twisting it open. The hinges groaned, and I stepped out cautiously, my pulse hammering—Only to freeze.Right there, waiting for me in the dim hallway, stood the one person I never, in a thousand nightmares, thought I’d see again.“Luke—what in the world are you doing here?” I stammered, my voice trembling, my chest tightening as if the air itself had betrayed me.Shocked didn’t even begin to cov

Raina's point of view The last thing I ever expected was for Dorian to raise his voice at me.I had already told him it was nobody because saying it was Luke would make no sense. And yet, instead of believing me, instead of listening, he sprang up from his chair, his fury spilling over, shouting at me like he owned me.Owned me. The thought alone burned through my chest.This marriage is nothing but a contract—forced on me, signed under duress, and never built on choice. If not for that, I would have demanded the one thing that mattered: the right to live my own life. But now, with every word, every command, every glare, Alpha Dorian makes it clear, he isn’t satisfied with a contract. He wants control. He wants me under his rules, his shadow, his power.He saved my life, yet I’m drowning in confusion, was it truly salvation, or did he only spare me so I could suffer a slow, agonizing death?Then why didn’t he just let me die?This is nothing but a living hell, and I can’t even tell h

Dorian's point of view“It looks like she’s been devoured,” my beta muttered, his voice low but heavy with dread.The words struck me like a blade, because that exact fear had already been gnawing at my mind.But no...wait. If she had truly been devoured, wouldn’t there be blood? Ripped flesh? Something more than just a torn dress?“She hasn’t been devoured,” I snapped, shaking my head fiercely, clinging to the only hope left. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my hands trembling at my sides.No… it wasn’t death. It was a shift. She must have shifted into her wolf form, and in the process, her clothes had been shredded.My gaze shot toward the dark stretch of woods ahead, my heart pounding like a war drum. Every shadow seemed alive, every sound a cruel reminder that she was out there—alone.“She’s in there,” I whispered, my voice sharp, breaking with desperation. I pointed toward the forest, my finger trembling. “She’s hiding somewhere inside that cursed woods.”I didn’t wait for another

Narrator's point of view The door creaked open and Luiz, Dorian's beta stepped into the dimly lit room, his black cloak sweeping the ground like a shadow come alive, the hood drawn low over his face so that only the glint of his furious eyes pierced the darkness, every stride fierce and deliberate, shoulders squared with anger, his presence pressing into the silence like a storm about to break.The thought of yet another opportunity slipping through his fingers only fueled his fury. He had done everything to ensure success, but his brother had managed to ruin it all in a single stroke.And there before him stood another man, broad and unmoving, his back turned as if awaiting judgment, his stillness an insult to the tempest that had just entered, a confrontation hanging thick and heavy in the stale air.Despite the darkness in the room, he instantly recognized the figure standing there — his brother, Rodriguez.“How many times must I place my hope in you, only for you to crush it?” Lu

Dorian's point of view The anger in my mind blazed all through the night, an unrelenting fire, as my beta’s words replayed over and over, sharper each time.The elders… how dared they speak such nonsense?How dare they even think such thoughts, let alone voice them aloud?If I haven’t yet produced an heir, was that their concern?Wasn’t it mine alone, my body, my choice, my business?I could no longer contain it. The storm inside me demanded release.The alarm rang, and I moved with purpose, each step fueled by fury. A quick, scalding bath barely quelled the heat boiling through my veins. I stormed from my chamber, leaving hesitation behind.At the entrance of the hall, I shoved open the double doors with a force that shook the wood. Every eye turned to me as I advanced, the weight of their gazes nothing against the fire that carried me forward.I sank into my throne, every movement radiating authority and wrath. The elders stared back, curiosity and unease etched into their faces, p