Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

OLIVIA’S POVThe air outside was cool that morning, brushed with the scent of pine and dew. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the house behind me was alive with the sound of childish laughter and the clatter of Aria’s wooden tea set being laid out on the porch.But I could feel it—the shift. The kind of silence that always came before someone left.Derek stood at the edge of the garden, right where the stone path disappeared into the dense woods, the morning mist still lingering between the trees. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his shoulders drawn back like he was holding himself together with sheer will. He looked out into the trees like they were calling him, like some part of him was already deep within them—already halfway gone, waging a silent war I couldn't see but could certainly feel.I stepped toward him, my voice gentle, hesitant. “Leaving without saying goodbye?”He glanced down at me for a fleeting moment, then turned his gaze back toward the horizon.

OLIVIA’S POVThe ceremonial hall glowed with celebration. After Dominic’s oath and the acceptance of the allied packs, the mood lifted. Music echoed through the golden arches—sweet, tribal melodies mixed with the beating of drums and strings, igniting a rhythm that coursed through everyone’s bones.Wolves, Alphas, Lunas, warriors, and elders—everyone danced. The hall was alive with joy and laughter. The usually stoic Alpha leaders were swaying with their mates, warriors were twirling their partners, and children ran between legs, howling in delight. The air shimmered not just with magic, but with a rare kind of peace.When the drums changed rhythm and the flutes dipped into a haunting melody only known to the oldest packs, a hush fell across the room. It was time for the Ritus Unitas—the Unity Ritual Dance, a tradition passed down by the first Alphas. A sacred dance performed by the leaders of a pack to represent balance, strength, and the bond between mates.Dominic found me in the c

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe sun poured golden light over the sacred grounds of Blackwood, bathing the valley in warmth and brilliance. A gentle wind rustled the petals of wildflowers that lined the aisle, and the distant sounds of a violin danced in the air, soft and nostalgic.The ceremonial field—once a place of war declarations and battle strategies—had been transformed into a haven of love and peace. Today was no ordinary day. It was a celebration of new beginnings, of healing and unity.A new bonding ceremony.Olivia stood beneath a sprawling arch woven with fresh vines and phoenix-feather decorations, her dress flowing gently in the breeze. Her hand rested softly over her slightly swollen belly, where the tiny heartbeat of new life thrived. Her other hand was held by Dominic, who looked at her with unwavering tenderness, his other arm resting protectively behind their twin children.Noah and Aria stood just ahead of them, both dr

AURELIA’S POVThe gates of the Obsidian Fang Pack rose before us like carved obsidian stone, jagged and unyielding, crowned with silver etchings that caught the fading sunlight. Wolves—massive and disciplined—lined either side of the entrance, their armor gleaming, their gazes fixed ahead with military precision.For a moment, I forgot to breathe.This was one of the oldest packs, with roots older than most kingdoms. Its legacy pulsed in every stone, every banner draped in black and silver, every torch that burned with controlled fire. The air itself seemed heavier, as if weighed down by centuries of dominance.Beside me, Seraphina straightened her back and tilted her chin up, her golden curls cascading perfectly down her shoulders. She wore pride like it was stitched into her gown, and the guards’ eyes flickered to her as if she were royalty. And perhaps she was—Father’s favored jewel, she looked like she knew she will impress everyone.And me?I was the shadow at her side. The daugh

AURELIA’S POVFor a moment, he actually staggered back a step, his eyes flaring with sudden rage. I froze, watching the way his nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling like a predator fighting the urge to strike. His aura slammed against me—raw, violent, suffocating.A low growl rumbled from his throat, the sound primal, dangerous. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, veins standing out along his forearms as though he were holding himself back from tearing me apart.I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. I already know that wolves with authority were different from normal wolves—that their emotions burned hotter, sharper, deadlier. And now, standing before someone like him, I finally understood. He was fury wrapped in flesh, dominance in its purest form, barely caged beneath a fragile restraint. It almost made me think that he is the Alpha.His piercing gaze locked on me, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he forc