Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

ALPHA DORIAN’S POVI waited.One minute. Two. Five.Still no confirmation.Just the buzzing in my head growing louder with every heartbeat. My patience snapped like a frayed wire.I shoved away from the desk and stormed out of my office, my footsteps thunderous as I made my way to the holding cabin. My guards—two of them—stood like statues outside, their eyes flicking toward me as I approached.“What happened?” I asked sharply, already knowing I wouldn’t like the answer.“Sir,” one of them spoke, visibly stiff. “We warned Evelyn as instructed. But I think… there’s a fight going on between them.”I stopped cold.“A fight?” My tone dropped like a blade.He swallowed. “Yes, Alpha. We heard things crashing. Raised voices. Struggling. But we were ordered not to interfere unless—”“And you’re standin

ALPHA DORIAN’S POVThe morning was colder than usual.I stood before the mirror, adjusting the silver cufflinks on my black sleeves, the faint glint of light catching the stone ring on my right hand—an ancient artifact passed down from my bloodline. My reflection was calm, composed, the kind of Alpha image I had always cultivated. But beneath the surface, the storm churned.Today, I had planned to speak to Evelyn again. Alone.She'd spent the night chained like a beast, raving about fate and blood, and Olivia’s death being the only solution. It was madness—and it was dangerous. If she ever got free… if she ever opened her mouth to the wrong ears…No. She had to be dealt with. Quietly. Permanently. But with care.Because if I killed her too soon, before Olivia was fully on my side, Dominic would never believe my intentions. And the rest of the packs wouldn’t either. They’d see blood. Not strategy.I straightened my collar, preparing myself for the talk with Evelyn, to gauge whether the

OLIVIA’S POVThe antiseptic scent of the hospital burned my nose as I stirred awake, the harsh white light flickering above me like a cruel reminder that I was still alive.I blinked slowly, my body aching in ways I couldn’t even describe. My arms felt heavy. My ribs ached. And beneath the layers of bandages and healing ointments, I could still feel the phantom weight of Evelyn's rage pressing down on my chest.She tried to kill me.Again.I inhaled shakily, pushing that thought away as the door opened. Dorian stepped inside, dressed in a clean black shirt, his expression unreadable. He held a file in one hand, but he didn’t bother looking at it.“You’re awake,” he said softly.“I’m alive,” I replied, voice hoarse. “Barely. Thanks to you and your partner.”His jaw tightened. “I’m… sorry. You shouldn’t have gone through that, I was blinded by my thirst and greed for power, I still want that, I mean who doesn’t, it’s just I realized it a bit too late that I am not in a position to mess

DOMINIC’S POVThe moment my boots hit the earth of Dorian’s territory, I felt it.The pull. That invisible thread that tied me to her.Olivia.It was faint—barely a whisper across the mate bond—but it was there. A flicker of something familiar. It was enough to make my wolf stir beneath the surface, pacing with restless energy.But the moment I stepped farther inside the borders…It vanished.Completely.As if someone had thrown a thick blanket over the bond, muffling it. Dimming it.That wasn’t natural.I exchanged a quick glance with Derek, who picked up on my unease immediately. Still, I said nothing. Not yet. Dorian was waiting, his posture guarded yet oddly cooperative. He extended a formal welcome, even nodded when I presented the search warrant backed by the Elder Council.“Of course,” he’d said. “You’re free to search the entire territory. I have nothing to hide.”Too easy.He even added that he would provide additional warriors if needed. Claimed he was just as eager to find

OLIVIA’S POVThe ceiling looked unfamiliar.Sterile white panels. Smooth fluorescent lighting. A faint beeping sound echoed in the distance—subtle, rhythmic.This wasn’t the room I remembered.I pushed myself up slowly, my body still heavy from fatigue, and looked around. The walls were cleaner, the machines newer, and the bed softer—too soft. A faint herbal scent lingered in the air, unlike the sharp disinfectant sting I’d gotten used to.I wasn’t in the same hospital.The realization crawled down my spine.When did they move me here? And how long was I unconscious?Two nurses stood nearby, whispering to one another, but the moment they saw me awake, they stiffened. One of them—a shorter brunette with trembling hands—offered a tight-lipped smile. The other just looked away, pretending to adjust a chart.“Where am I?” I asked, voice dry.The brunette hesitated before answering, “You’re in the new hospital, miss. Still in our pack territory, just… relocated.”My brows drew together. “R