Todos os capítulos de My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Capítulo 281 - Capítulo 290

"DARIUS’S POVAt first, it was meant to be nothing.Just a demonstration.A chance for Aurelia to sit on the sidelines, catch her breath, and learn from watching two seasoned warriors exchange blows.That’s what she thought.That’s what Kael pretended.And that’s what I wanted it to be.Because there were a lot of things that could happen if I lost control. Things I’d spent years training myself to bury. My wolf was never far from the surface where Aurelia was concerned. One wrong push and it would tear its way out, consequences be damned.But the moment our wooden swords crossed, I knew this was no simple spar.Kael’s eyes burned with challenge, every strike sharper than it needed to be, every movement brimming with defiance. He wasn’t sparring me. He was testing me—testing my restraint, my claim, my calm.And he was doing it on purpose.I remembered what he said before, his voice low and steady, like a blade sliding into flesh: You don’t deserve her. If you won’t claim her, I will.

"AURELIA’S POVI woke to noise.At first it was faint—a dull thudding, hurried footsteps, voices rising and falling in clipped tones. Then it grew louder, pressing against the walls of my room until sleep was impossible.They were back. My family.But what was with the noise?I pushed off the blankets, my bare feet hitting the cold floor, and padded to the door. The closer I came to the hall, the clearer the chaos became: men I didn’t recognize carrying crates and chests, servants rushing to make space, the air buzzing with activity that didn’t belong to an ordinary morning.What the hell was happening?Are we moving?Why is there so much new stuff?When I stepped out, my breath caught.Strangers. Wolves I didn’t know, their scent thick in the air. Extra people, dressed in the colors of another pack, moving heavy trunks down the hall like they belonged here. They all had same symbols, they all were bulky as if they all were warriors but I could tell that they weren’t.Confused, I caug

"AURELIA’S POVI shut the door of my room softly, but it still sounded loud in the silence.The echo of the courtyard followed me inside—their voices, their steady gazes, Kael’s clipped words, Darius’s silence. And beneath it all, the truth I could no longer run from: I was alone.I pressed my back to the door, sliding down until I was sitting on the cold floor. My fingers trembled against my knees. For a long moment, I just sat there, staring at the rug, my chest tight and aching.I thought of everything. The kidnapping. The accusations. The wedding date being ripped from my hands. My father’s eyes, cold and unyielding. Seraphina’s smirk, a blade disguised as a smile.And then, Darius and Kael. The only two who had made me feel less like a pawn, more like a person—even if it was just for a heartbeat. And now even they weren’t mine. They belonged to Draven.I lifted my hands to my face, pressing my palms over my eyes until darkness swam behind them. What did I ever do to deserve this?

"AURELIA’S POVThe door of the carriage swung open with a groan, and a gust of cold air rushed inside, carrying with it the heavy scent of iron, smoke, and damp earth. It clung to my skin, thick and suffocating, so unlike the fresh forests of my own pack.Seraphina was the first to step out, her chin lifted high, her posture regal, as though she were arriving at a ball rather than a cage. I followed, my feet hitting the hard stone ground.The courtyard stretched wide before us, ringed with soldiers in dark armor, their eyes sharp and their expressions unreadable. They stood in disciplined rows, their presence more intimidating than welcoming. Every detail here spoke of strength and control: banners stitched with Draven’s crest, stone walls rising like a fortress around us, the clanging of weapons echoing somewhere nearby.This wasn’t a home. It was a reminder.And I was stepping into the heart of it.“Lady Aurelia,” a voice boomed, deep and commanding.I looked up.At the top of the s

"AURELIA’S POVBut still, he released me.I straightened slowly, my scalp throbbing where he’d pulled, but my spine unbending. I refused to look away. The air between us felt like a storm before it broke—his power pressing, my wolf clawing, my heart hammering but steady.“It would be more fun to break you now,” he smirked, his voice dripping with dark amusement.I tilted my head, forcing myself to stand tall, my hands curling into fists at my sides. The fear was there, but so was something else—something that had been growing stronger every day inside me.“Get in line then,” I retorted, my voice sharp, cutting through the charged air. “You’re not the first one who tried. And you’re not the first one who failed.”The words hung between us like a blade.For a flicker of a moment, the smirk slipped from his face, his eyes narrowing as though he were seeing me for the first time—not as a possession, not as a pawn, but as a threat.His words landed like a cold stone.“But…I do wonder who i