All Chapters of My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

OLIVIA’S POVA deafening screech of tires. The sickening crunch of metal. Then—nothing but darkness.When I woke, the sterile bite of antiseptic burned my nose, and blinding hospital lights stabbed my vision.“Olivia. Thank the Moon.” James—my foster brother and the pack’s head healer—let out a shaky breath as I blinked up at him.I tried to sit, but my body screamed in protest, every muscle pulsing like I’d been trampled by the entire pack.“Easy.” His hand pressed my shoulder down. “You’re lucky. Just bruises and a concussion.”My mind clawed through the fog. I'd been driving to the supermarket to do my weekly grocery shopping for the pack when suddenly a truck lost control and veered straight toward me. The impact that sent my world spinning.“I’m sorry,” I murmured bitterly. “Another burden on the pack.”"Don't say that, Olivia," James’s jaw tightened. "You're the Luna of the Blackwood Pack."Then, his voice turned softer: “There’s more. You’re pregnant, Liv. Six weeks.”My breath

OLIVIA’S POVEvelyn’s words had given me hope.If she cleared my name, my pup might be accepted—even if I had to watch her live in my home, sleep in my bed, and love my mate.I’ll endure this."For the pack’s prosperity," Elder Alyosha had whispered to me five years ago, holding me as I wept. "You must be strong."And I had been. For five years. Without Dominic’s love, without a wolf, without even the pack’s respect. But now? Now I had my child. I had James. I had my adoptive father, the Beta.That was enough.It had to be.The kitchen timer chimed. Herbal steam curled from the pot as I poured Evelyn’s medicine, the bitter scent clinging to my skin.I pushed open her bedroom door—And froze.Dominic cradled her against his chest, his hands—those cruel, beautiful hands—stroking her hair like she was made of moonlight."I was so scared I’d never see you again," Evelyn sobbed."Shh." He kissed her tears away. "Your love kept me alive, too."The bowl nearly slipped from my grip.Dominic’s

OLIVIA’S POVThe air crackled with tension as Dominic stood frozen, his golden eyes burning into mine."Is this real?" His voice was rough, edged with something I hadn't heard in years - doubt.My hand trembled against my stomach. "You're the Alpha. Use your senses. Feel our pup's heartbeat yourself."A muscle twitched in his jaw before he closed the distance between us. When his calloused palm pressed against my belly, the entire pack seemed to hold its breath.Then his breath hitched - that tiny, miraculous thump of life between us undeniable now.Luna Grace's sudden clap shattered the moment. "Marvelous!" Her delighted smile didn't reach her cold eyes. "This calls for celebration!"For one fragile heartbeat, I dared to hope. Maybe this child would be my redemption. Maybe Dominic would finally—"Congratulations, Olivia." Evelyn's honeyed voice dripped poison as she materialized at Dominic's side. "I suppose even mistakes can bear fruit."My nails bit into my palms. Mistakes? She mea

OLIVIA’S POVEvelyn took center stage, her presence commanding the room like a well-rehearsed actress delivering the performance of a lifetime. She looked around, her eyes glistening with unshed tears—tears I knew were nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion.Her lips quivered just enough to sell the act before she turned to Dominic, her voice trembling as if she were recounting the most painful betrayal of her life."Five years ago," she began, pausing for effect, "I found out Olivia had the same mark as me… and she went crazy with jealousy. We argued that day, she even called me names, and that’s when she pushed me into that group of thugs. And then, she faked the mark to steal my place!"Gasps echoed through the hall. The tension thickened, suffocating me as I tried to process what I had just heard.I felt the blood drain from my face.That was a lie.A bold, blatant lie."I never—" My voice came out raw, desperate.But Evelyn wasn’t finished.Her expression shifted, eyes da

OLIVIA’S POVIn the boundless darkness, memories surged like a tide.It was a bright afternoon. I was walking alone on the path that led back to my foster mother Laura’s house. The plane trees on either side of the stone-paved road cast dappled shadows on the ground. A breeze rustled the leaves gently. James was away that day, and the passing kids noticed I was alone.“Hey, look who it is!” a boy shouted.“Hah, it’s that unwanted orphan!” another boy pointed at me, a cruel grin spreading across his face.“Even her mom didn’t want her!” a girl giggled behind her hand.“Come on, what mom? She doesn’t have one!”Each word was like a knife, slicing into my most fragile wound. I tightened my grip on my backpack straps. Don’t listen, Olivia. Just walk faster—they’ll fade away.I lowered my head and quickened my pace, trying to escape, but it only seemed to make them more excited.“Look, she’s trying to run!” They chased after me, picking up stones from the roadside.The first stone grazed m