Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

DEREK’S POVSleep refused to come.I tossed, turned, stared at the ceiling until the moon slipped further across the sky, but my mind wouldn’t quiet. My wolf prowled in the shadows of my consciousness, restless and unsatisfied, gnawing at me like a persistent thorn.It was ridiculous. I had made a decision, a strategic one. Kidnapping the girl wasn’t personal—it was about Draven, about his land, about showing him that he wasn’t untouchable. And yet…Every time I closed my eyes, her breathing echoed in my head. That fragile, uneven rhythm. That sound of quiet fear and exhaustion.For the first time, I questioned myself.What the hell am I doing?Kidnapping rogues, rivals, spies—yes. That was survival, war, politics. But this? A girl who hadn’t lifted a finger against me? She was guilty of nothing more than agreeing to marry a man I despised.And that wasn’t a crime.M

AURELIA’S POVShame clung to me like a second skin. No matter how many times I told myself I had nothing to be ashamed of, I couldn’t stop the burning heat in my cheeks as the doctor cleared his throat and delivered his verdict.“She is fine,” he announced, his tone coldly professional, as if I were just another patient. “Pure.”The word echoed in the silent room.My stomach twisted. This wasn’t vindication—it was humiliation. To be tested like livestock, to have my worth measured in front of an audience—my parents, Draven, Seraphina—was more degrading than anything I had ever endured.I dared a glance at my parents, praying for comfort in their eyes. But my father’s gaze was lowered, stiff, his jaw clenched so tightly the vein in his temple pulsed. My mother wrung her hands, not even daring to look at me. It was as though I had committed some shameful act by existing, by being doubt

AURELIA’S POVI locked the door the moment I returned to the guest room.My hands shook as I pressed my back against the wood, as though it could shield me from the weight of their stares, from the way I had been paraded like a jewel that belonged to someone else.Draven’s words still echoed in my ears, his threats wrapped in a lover’s tone. His touch on my arm had burned, not with passion, but with ownership. The way he whispered into my ear before the feast, demanding my obedience, demanding that I behave—every syllable clung to me like invisible chains.And then the party itself…The dress, the jewels, the eyes of strangers admiring me as if I were some prize he had won. My family had been seated among the crowd, silent, their expressions unreadable. My mother didn’t meet my eyes. My father seemed almost… relieved, as though this arrangement solved all his worries.But for me, it was suffocating.When Draven announced me as his Luna, the applause was deafening. My heart hammered wi

DEREK’S POVThe whispers reached me before the truth ever did. At first, I ignored them, brushing them off as just another round of idle pack gossip that would die as quickly as it was born. There were always whispers these days—about the kidnapping, about the so-called miracle of Aurelia’s return. None of them had the slightest clue what really happened, of course. No one suspected it was me who orchestrated the abduction. No one would ever find out. That secret was buried too deep, hidden even from those closest to me.And yet, for all the risk, for all the careful planning and secrecy, it hadn’t been a waste. The attempt had given me something I hadn’t expected—a chance to meet my mate. To see her up close, to feel the undeniable pull of the bond, and, most of all, to learn the truth about her. To see what kind of person she really was.But then my scout returned, breathless, his eyes wide with disbelief, and with every wor

DEREK’S POVThe clash of steel and the sound of bodies hitting the ground reached me long before I saw them. I stood at the edge of the mist-covered clearing, silent, my wolf prowling just beneath the surface as I watched.Draven’s men.Two of them—broad-shouldered, brutal, precise. Their movements were sharp, practiced, perfected over years of blood and discipline. One wielded a blade with the grace of a predator, the other tore through enemies with nothing but his fists, bone crunching under the force.I narrowed my eyes.So these are Draven’s dogs.Even from a distance, I could feel their strength humming in the air. Skilled—no, lethal. Warriors like these didn’t just protect, they destroyed. I could see why Draven trusted them with his precious little daughter’s safety.But then the question sank claws into me:Why am I fighting them?My scouts had stirred the hornet’s