Semua Bab My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Bab 221 - Bab 230

AURELIA’S POVI didn’t stop to think—I just ran. My bare feet thudded against the polished floors of the grand hall, the air thick and suffocating in my lungs. My heart was still pounding from the weight of his presence, from the way his aura had crashed over me like a storm determined to drown me.I needed to get away. Away from his touch, his words, that smirk that promised I wasn’t leaving unscathed.But fate had a cruel way of throwing daggers. Because the moment I turned the corner, I crashed right into someone.The scent of lilacs and smoke hit me before I even registered her face. Seraphina.Her hands clamped down on my arms to steady me, but instead of concern, her expression was painted with amusement. Her lips curled, and her eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t name—something that made my stomach twist.“What’s wrong, Aurelia?” she asked sweetly, though the glint in her gaze

AURELIA'S POVAlpha Draven was waiting for me. he was enjoying it, I could see that. I know that he knew I had no choice but to come back to him.He lounged comfortably on one of the armchairs, broad shoulders filling the space, his dark gaze locked on me the moment I entered. It wasn’t admiration in his eyes—it was ownership. Like a predator who had already claimed his prey and was now simply waiting to play with it.“Aurelia,” he said smoothly, his voice rich but dangerous, “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten me.”“I… was asked to come,” I replied quietly, lowering my gaze just enough to avoid his piercing stare without appearing outright defiant.Draven stood, closing the distance between us with slow, measured steps. He circled me once, the heat of his presence making my skin crawl, then stopped in front of me. His hand reached up, fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face, lingering just a little too long.“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, leaning closer, his breath war

AURELIA'S POVEvery time Father spoke to me that day, his tone was free of irritation. When the servants brought refreshments, he asked if I had been served. At dinner, Mother didn’t interrupt me when I tried to answer a simple question about the arrangements.It was like walking through a dream where the rules had shifted and I no longer knew the ground I stood on.But not everyone was pleased.Seraphina watched me with a thin smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her laughter was brittle, her compliments sharp-edged. She was careful, of course—she always was. She wouldn’t risk Father noticing her contempt. But when we were alone, her mask slipped and she revealed her true intentions.That night, as we prepared to leave the father’s office to go back home, she cornered me in the dimly lit corridor. Her lips curled as she leaned close, her voice low and sweet with venom.“You look so proud of yourself,” she whispered. “Finally getting a scrap of attention from Father, after years of being

AURELIA’S POVThe preparations had already begun, even though no one knew the exact date. My wedding gown had not yet been sewn, the contracts not yet signed, and still, the pack hummed with the excitement of my supposed future. By now everyone has gotten the news about my arranged marriage with the Alpha Draven and how I was able to “impress” him. None of them were excited for me or the wedding. Everyone whispered about the alliance, the power Alpha Draven could offer, the way our lands would be shielded under his name. To them, I was no longer Aurelia—the quiet, overlooked daughter. I was currency, a bargain sealed in lace and gold, and they celebrated as if my sacrifice was a festival.But beneath the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the hollow congratulations that echoed through the packhouse, my reality was far darker than anyone cared to notice. On the surface, I smiled, I nodded, I pretended to belong among the cheerful voices celebrating my supposed good fortune. Yet dee

DEREK'S POVThe air inside Draven’s packhouse was thick, perfumed with smoke from the great fireplace and the sweet tang of aged wine. Derek walked in, his stride sharp and controlled, though inside his blood simmered. He had not come here as a nephew greeting an elder but as an Alpha confronting another Alpha.Draven sat in his high-backed chair, posture relaxed, golden rings gleaming on his fingers as though he wore his victories on his skin. His eyes flickered with that same smugness Derek had known since childhood—the same look that had always belittled him, always made him feel like the boy who could never measure up.“So,” Derek said, his voice cold, “you want to claim the unclaimed land near the border.”Draven’s lips curved into an almost predatory smile. “Ah, straight to the point. You’ve grown sharper, Derek. But yes. That land belongs in my territory, not scattered between wolves who don&rsq