My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

OLIVIA’S POV“I just find it pathetic. You lost your title, your mate, and now you’re playing dress-up with Derek like a desperate little girl.”“Desperate?” I echoed, keeping my voice low and dangerous. “You really want to talk about desperation, Evelyn? Because from where I stand, the only one clawing for attention is the woman who keeps dragging my name into every conversation she walks into.”Her eyes narrowed. “Watch yourself.”“No,” I said, stepping even closer, my heels echoing against the tiled floor. “You watch yourself.”Evelyn blinked, momentarily surprised by the sharpness in my voice. Good.“You’ve manipulated, lied, and charmed your way into a position that was never yours to claim,” I continued, my tone calm, deadly. “You think that by lingering at Dominic’s side, smirking your way through council meetings, and poisoning people’s opinions of me behind closed doors, you’ve somehow earned something?”I tilted my head, letting the silence stretch between us before driving

DOMINIC’S POVI stormed out of the boutique, my jaw tight, hands fisting at my sides. The door shut behind me with a sharp thud that echoed louder than I expected. Evelyn’s heels clacked against the pavement as she rushed after me, her breath coming fast, uneven.“Dominic—Dominic, wait!”I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. But I heard the way her voice quivered—not with pain, but with indignation. She wasn’t upset because she’d been slapped. She was upset because no one had come to her defense. Because for once, she wasn’t the center of attention.She was losing, and she hated it more than anything.I reached the car and yanked the door open, slipping into the driver’s seat. I was halfway through starting the engine when the passenger door opened and Evelyn climbed in beside me.“You just stood there,” she spat, slamming the door shut. “You didn’t even try to defend me!”I said nothing, staring straight ahead as the engine purred beneath my hands. My knuckles were white on the steer

EVELYN’S POVI left the Luna’s quarters with my pride in shambles and my heart laced with venom. No one would fight for me. No one would see what I had endured. All because of Olivia. Because of a girl with no mark and no power, who’d just walked back in like she owned the world.It was so easy to fool everyone before, but why isn’t it working anymore? Where am I going wrong? Could it be because Dominic knows something about me?No, this isn’t possible! I have covered every track of mine, I have erased all the evidences carefully. I will check everything again, but I am damn sure that no one can reach the evidence.But Olivia, I am sure she knows something.But I wasn’t done fighting.When I reached out to my only helping source that night, I didn’t expect him to answer. I certainly didn’t expect him to advise me. But he did. His voice was smooth and logical, like oil on water.“You want his loyalty? Take away his control. You said he won’t touch you? Then make it so he doesn’t have a

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe cold, antiseptic air of the hospital room did nothing to numb the anguish that gripped Beta Adrian as he stood by Dominic's bedside. The Alpha, once a symbol of control and strength, now lay pale against the sheets, eyes glazed with a haunting mixture of shame and torment. The sedative had nearly worn off, but the emotional weight remained.Dominic hadn’t spoken much since they brought him in. He barely acknowledged the nurses, his jaw tight, his fists clenched whenever he thought Adrian wasn’t looking. But Adrian was looking. And what he saw terrified him.The Alpha had tried to claw at his chest—at the skin over his heart—as if ripping open his flesh would somehow remove the guilt that festered there. He had curled in on himself, muttering Olivia’s name like a broken chant, over and over, a prayer or a curse, Adrian couldn’t tell. When the nurse left, Dominic grabbed the IV line, ready to pull it out, to do something—anything—to make the pain stop.“I believed

OLIVIA’S POVIt was nearly midnight when the knock came.Soft. Urgent. Almost too light to notice—but I’d always been a light sleeper, especially since the children came back into my life.I opened my eyes, heart already picking up pace. The twins were safe, sleeping soundly in their room, and the house was still. Which meant someone was at my door. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and crept to the entrance.A folded note had been slipped beneath it.I frowned, reaching down to pick it up. The handwriting was scrawled, rushed—but familiar. One of the Omega servants from the main house. I hadn’t spoken to her in a while, but I knew she’d remained loyal to me even after everything that happened.My hands trembled slightly as I unfolded the paper and read:"Evelyn left through the eastern path. She told the guards she needed fresh air, but she’s disguised and carrying a cloak. She’s heading toward the border. Thought you’d want to know. Please be careful."My pulse roared in my ears.The ea