Todos os capítulos de My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Capítulo 291 - Capítulo 300

"AURELIA’S POVWhen Draven’s guards ushered the first group of pack members into my new “office,” I tried to school my face into something resembling authority. But the truth was glaringly obvious: this wasn’t power. This was a performance. A hollow Luna’s mask, meant to placate the weak while the real authority stayed clenched in Draven’s fist.The first was an old woman, her hands raw from work. She bowed so low her back shook. “My Alpha’s mate,” she said softly. “My son’s rations were cut in half. He works the same as the others, but—”Before she could finish, one of the guards cleared his throat. The woman flinched. Her words broke.I leaned forward. “What’s your son’s name?”The woman glanced nervously at the door before whispering it.“I’ll… see what I can do,” I said, though the quill in my hand felt more like a toy than a tool. Draven would never let me alter rations. Still, I wrote it down. Maybe later, somehow, I could find a way to help.The next was a boy, not more than tw

"AURELIA’S POVWhen I pushed open the door to my chamber, I expected silence. The kind of silence I’d come to treasure—fragile, fleeting.Instead, I found Seraphina pacing like a caged animal, her skirts swishing with every sharp turn. Her eyes snapped to me the instant I entered, blazing with a fury I hadn’t seen in weeks.“What the hell are you doing?” she spat.I froze at the threshold, confusion threading through me. “What?”“You heard me,” she snapped, advancing until only a few steps separated us. “What the hell are you trying to do?”Her voice was high, edged with panic beneath the anger. For once, her usual mockery wasn’t there. This was something rawer, harsher.I frowned, crossing my arms. “What’s your problem, Seraphina?”“My problem?” She gave a bitter laugh that echoed off the walls. “My problem is you. You standing up in the hall like some heroine. You mouthing off to Draven in front of his pack. Any wrong move you make doesn’t just fall on you, Aurelia—it falls on all o

"ALPHA DRAVEN’S POVThe doors slammed shut behind me, the echo rattling the hall as if the very walls mocked me.Her words still rang in my skull: If disease should be killed, then you should have died a long time ago.She had said it. In front of everyone. She had taken my name and spat it beside death. And worse—worse than all of it—the people had listened.I threw the goblet from the table; it shattered, wine spattering across the stone like blood. “Traitors,” I hissed to the guards who had faltered, to the women who had dared lift their eyes, to every whispering tongue in that courtyard. “They think she is their salvation?”The memory clawed at me. The way my men hesitated when she spoke. The way her power had pressed against the air, choking, suffocating, bending my wolves to her will.That was no ordinary defiance. That was something else. Something dangerous.“Summon the elders,” I snarled to the shadows. “If she thinks she can use her tongue to turn my pack against me, then I

"THIRD PERSON’S POVKael lowered himself into the chair by her bed, his movements deliberate, calm in the way only warriors could be when inside a storm. “Because it’s not safe,” he said quietly. “Draven has eyes everywhere. Every hallway, every room. If he knew I was here now…” His gaze darkened. “You don’t want to know what he’d do.”“That doesn’t explain why I haven’t seen you,” she pressed, leaning forward, clutching the sheet tighter. “You’re supposed to be by my side. You promised. Instead, you vanished as if I imagined you.”He winced. I never wanted to leave you. The words scraped at his throat, but he swallowed them back. Instead, he leaned forward, meeting her eyes. “Aurelia, I didn’t vanish. I’ve been watching. From a distance. Making sure you’re still breathing. Sometimes protection isn’t about standing next to someone—it’s making sure the threats never get close enough to touch them.”Her brows drew together, her lips trembling. “Then why tonight? Why break through all th

"THIRD PERSON’S POVKael moved fast, his body a shadow among shadows. The fortress corridors stretched before him, every stone whispering danger. He retraced his steps with practiced ease, but this time his pulse was hammering in his ears—the memory of Draven’s searching gaze too fresh, too close.Halfway down the outer hall, a pair of guards turned the corner unexpectedly. Kael froze, pressing into the stone. For a heartbeat he thought he’d been seen.“Did you hear something?” one muttered, squinting toward the darkness.“Rats,” the other grunted. “This old place is crawling with them.”Kael waited until their boots clattered past, then slipped behind them, steps as soft as falling ash. He scaled the outer wall the same way he had entered, fingers finding every familiar groove, his breath shallow. By the time Kael dropped into the forest beyond the fortress, his chest was slick with sweat. He didn’t let himself stop running until the black outline of Draven’s walls was swallowed by t