All Chapters of My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

DOMINIC’S POV“What have you got so far?” I asked, my voice sharp as I stepped into the temporary command room we had set up on the outskirts of Dorian’s territory.The room fell silent for a moment before one of my trackers, Elias, stepped forward. His expression was grim, tired from hours of combing through terrain that led nowhere.“He’s correct,” Elias began, nodding with reluctant respect. “We found traces of Evelyn’s scent on the far end of the territory, just beyond the river bend—exactly where Dorian said she escaped.”I raised an eyebrow but said nothing.“The room he showed us had her scent. The guards’ statements lined up. The evidence he provided—broken restraints, claw marks, and the opened window—it all adds up. The story fits,” Elias finished.Too perfectly.I paced the room, my fingers twitching at my side. It was all too clean, too convenient.Derek must’ve picked up on my silence, because he leaned against the edge of the table and crossed his arms. “Don’t you think

ALPHA DORIAN’S POVDorian stepped into the dimly lit hallway of his packhouse, the heavy wooden door groaning as it shut behind him. The shadows embraced him like a second skin, and for once, he welcomed them. A long breath escaped his chest as he leaned against the door, tipping his head back, the crown of his skull brushing the frame.He had done it.For now.Dominic and Derek had left his territory. Suspicious, yes. Distrusting, absolutely. But they hadn’t found her. That meant he still had time—precious, fleeting time to get everything in place before they returned. And they would return. He wasn’t foolish enough to believe otherwise. Wolves weren’t known for letting go, especially not an Alpha like Dominic. And Derek... he had always been the smarter one between the two—quieter, observant, calculating. Unfortunately for him, Derek was also into Olivia.Dorian pushed away from the door and strode through the grand hall of his estate, his boots thudding against the black marble. Th

VYERA’S POV“I want to meet her,” I said firmly, fixing my gaze on the Alpha who thought he could manipulate us with half-truths and charm. “The true bearer of the mark. Olivia.”Dorian stiffened—subtly, but I caught it.He didn’t like that.Good.He tried to recover quickly, folding his arms, trying to project strength. But I’d lived far too long to be fooled by the posturing of men in positions of power.“She’s not in a state to receive visitors,” he said cautiously.“Oh?” I raised a brow, exchanging a glance with Ysma and Sorrell. “That’s a little convenient, isn’t it?”“I think you misunderstand—” he began.“No, you misunderstand,” I cut him off sharply. “We came here because your little game with fate has spiraled out of control. The spell is unraveling. Our coven is paying the price. Evelyn is dead. And Olivia—” I stepped closer, lowering my voice to a razor-thin whisper, “—Olivia is either dying or transforming into something far beyond your control. We are not here to play pol

ALPHA DORIAN’S POVI had faced death before. I had watched warriors fall beside me, heard the snapping of bones and smelled the blood-soaked dirt of war.But nothing—nothing—prepared me for this.The creature before me was not Olivia.She looked like Olivia.Same face. Same body. But she wasn’t in there anymore.That girl—the one I once saw as a threat to be controlled, contained, studied—was gone.What stood before me now was something else entirely. Something ancient. Something terrifying.Her skin pulsed with light beneath the surface, like fire trapped in flesh. Her eyes—gods, those eyes—were no longer warm or confused or defiant. They were burning. Literal molten gold with veins of red, swirling like living lava. She didn’t blink. She didn’t waver.She wasn’t afraid.But I was.For the first time in my life—Alpha Dorian of the Nightfang Pack—I was truly afraid.Because I realized that the very thing I thought I could keep in chains had become something far beyond me.And the trut

ALPHA DOMINIC’S POVThe war drums had begun to thunder before the sun could rise.My warriors lined the courtyard in full armor—rows of steel, muscle, and purpose, waiting for my command. Every soul present had seen what Dorian had done. Every soul had heard the rumors now spreading like wildfire—that Olivia had awakened something ancient, and that she was no longer just a Luna, or even a wolf.And yet, not a single one of them faltered.They would follow me into hell itself to bring her back.I stood at the front with Derek beside me, his expression as sharp as the twin blades strapped across his back. My Beta. My brother in all but blood. He’d been preparing the warriors all night, not even pausing to breathe after we’d discovered the truth.Still, it wasn’t the army, the tactics, or the outcome that consumed me.It was her.Olivia.Her name had become a prayer beneath my breath, spoken too late but with all the desperation of a man begging for a second chance. Because deep down, I