Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe facility was built to contain beasts. Rogues. Cursed bloodlines and creatures who couldn’t control what they were. It was built under the guidance of the royal family and they specifically chose Dorian’s pack because it normally under the radar and did not had much power. That’s how Dorian won favor from the royals but Dorian made a mistake by locking Olivia inside that facility.It was not built to contain her.The first wave of energy had been silent—a pressure shift in the air, like the breath of the world being sucked away. Then came the sound. A low, bone-deep hum that turned into a piercing shriek, metal grinding against metal, glass exploding, alarms blaring as if the very building were screaming in terror.And at the heart of it stood Olivia.Her knees were buckled. Her back arched. Her lips parted in a silent cry.Flames coiled around her body like serpents—wild, hungry, living things. Her veins glowed beneath her skin, pulsing in jagged rivers of molte

ALPHA DOMINIC’S POVI could barely see her through the smoke and the swirling embers in the air.But I felt her.Her presence hit me like a tidal wave—raw, ancient, and terrifyingly divine.And yet... beneath all that power was Olivia. The woman I failed. The mother of my children. The only one I’ve ever truly loved.She stood in the heart of the destruction, like a goddess caught between ruin and mercy.Her body trembled. Glowing veins lit her skin in violent pulses, molten red and glowing blue fire intertwining like two forces locked in a dance. Her hair snapped like fiery whips in the air, untamed and alive. Everything she touched sizzled into dust.And yet… she was holding back.Even now.Even like this.She hadn’t turned on us. She hadn’t burned us alive.She was fighting it.“Olivia!” I called out, stepping forward, ignoring Derek’s sharp pull at my arm. “Olivia, look at me!”She turned slowly—eyes wide and glassy, as if she didn’t know whether to run or collapse. Her lips parte

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe clash of metal and magic split the air like thunder.Dominic ducked just in time to dodge the swipe of a royal warrior’s blade, his own claws extending as he twisted around and slammed his fist into the man’s jaw. The warrior crumpled, but another took his place instantly.They kept coming—wave after wave—royal guards trained to fight supernatural threats, and they fought like machines, like nothing Dominic had ever faced. Behind them, witches chanted in unison, forming binding spells that surged through the battlefield like invisible chains.Derek was already bleeding, one arm clutched to his ribs as he shielded two younger warriors behind him. Dorian, cocky and confident, moved with purpose through the chaos, only lifting a finger when he absolutely needed to. He wasn’t fighting to win; he was waiting.He was always a coward; he is hiding behind the crowd.Waiting for Olivia to fall.Dominic growled, charging forward and slamming his shoulder into one of the l

OLIVIA’S POVOne thing they shouldn’t have done—was anger me.Hurt me? Fine. I’ve endured worse. I’ve bled quietly, swallowed humiliation, burned in silence.But hurt him?My mate?That was a mistake no amount of magic or rank could shield them from. Especially not him.Especially not Dominic.I had tried—truly tried—to keep control.Even when my body trembled with agony. Even when flames clawed at my insides, begging to be unleashed. Even when my heart shattered over and over at the sight of Dominic writhing on the ground because someone else dared hurt him while I held back.It was like I had been driving a car without any brakes, pressing against a force that only grew heavier the more I resisted.But that moment—the second I laid eyes on Dorian, standing there in the heart of the battlefield like a self-declared god among chaos, with that same smug satisfaction etched onto his face—the kind that haunted my worst memories—I knew…This was it.Not just the end of the fight.The end

DOMINIC’S POVThe battlefield had quieted. The enemies had fallen, their threat extinguished—for now. Though a few royal warriors and scattered witches remained, they were no longer a danger. With our forces still standing, wounded but unbroken, the war was drawing to a close. And despite being outnumbered, we had won. But it didn’t feel like a victory.Because they were all staring at her.My mate. My Olivia.The woman who had just saved all of them with a power no one else in this realm could command. A power that had broken a cursed spell cast by one of their ancient witches turned the tide of battle, and stopped Dorian in his tracks.And yet—they feared her.Their eyes said it all.The warriors we fought beside…The wolves she’d grown up with…Even Derek.They stood there in stunned silence, shrinking back, breaths held as if even blinking wrong would make her snap.And maybe they weren’t entirely wrong to be cautious.Because the Phoenix was still awake inside her.Her wings had