All Chapters of My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

"THIRD PERSON’S POVThe chamber of the royal assembly was nothing like the council hall of the Alphas. Where the council’s meetings carried the heavy scent of dominance and rivalry, this hall hummed with a colder, more measured power. Tapestries of past kings lined the walls, gilded sconces throwing golden light across the long table carved from stone older than any pack seated there.The Alphas who had filled the common conference yesterday now sat straighter, more careful, in the presence of the royals. Their voices were lower, their eyes sharper. Every word spoken here would be weighed not just by their peers, but by those who carried the authority of thrones.Among them was Olivia.She entered quietly, no crown upon her brow, no need for ornament. She carried herself with the ease of one who had nothing left to prove. Though she had refused the royal stage since Dominic had taken the throne, she sometimes appeared at his side—or in his stead—when matters pressed too heavily to ign

"THIRD PERSON’S POVThe corridors outside the royal assembly were quieter now, the murmurs of the Alphas fading into distant echoes. Derek moved swiftly, his long strides purposeful, until he found the shadowed alcove where Olivia had paused, her hand resting lightly against the stone wall as though the weight of the chamber still pressed on her.“You shouldn’t linger here,” Derek said.Olivia turned, her face calm as ever, though he could see the faint shimmer in her eyes—the glint of fire that most forgot she carried. “I know. But I wanted to breathe for a moment before Dominic calls.”Derek glanced back toward the doors, then lowered his voice. “Draven won’t take this lightly. You humiliated him in front of every Alpha and half the royals. He’ll plan something—something that doesn’t just attack your words. He’ll try to undermine your position… maybe even challenge Dominic’s authority outright.”Olivia’s lips quirked into the faintest smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Let him tr

"DEREK’S POVThe news struck like a blade to the gut.Tomorrow.The wedding wasn’t weeks away anymore, wasn’t even days. Tomorrow evening, Aurelia would be bound to Draven, her fate sealed before I could take another breath.The rage that burned through me was like wildfire, my wolf pacing, snarling, demanding we act now. We waited too long. We let him corner her. Tomorrow, it’s done.Kael tried to reason, tried to speak, but his words washed over me like water on stone. None of it mattered anymore. Time had been ripped from us, and every second was another nail closing Aurelia inside Draven’s cage.That night, I went myself. No envoy, no shadow of Kael trailing me. Just me and the raw fury of my wolf guiding my steps.Slipping into Draven’s territory wasn’t hard—I knew his guards, their patterns, their weaknesses. But tonight, it was different. The air itself was sharper, tighter. Wolves prowled where they hadn’t before, patrols doubled, and every guard’s eyes were sharper, ears keen

"AURELIA’S POVAfter Seraphina left, the air felt heavier, like her words had taken shape and were pressing down on me.“When the right time comes,” she’d said.But when was that? And what truth was she hiding from me?I didn’t have long to dwell on it.Mother glided toward me, every step graceful, her face an unreadable mask of composure. She paused by my side, adjusting my veil with hands that trembled only slightly.“You look beautiful,” she said softly. Her tone was gentle, but the tension beneath it was unmistakable.“Beautiful,” I repeated numbly. “For a bride who’s being sold?”Her fingers froze mid-motion. “Aurelia—”“No, Mother.”The words slipped out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. I turned to face her, refusing to drop my gaze. For once, she wouldn’t walk away from me without hearing what I had to say.“You can’t tell me this is what you wanted for me.” My voice trembled—not with weakness, but with everything I had been holding in for years. “All my life, you ig

"AURELIA’S POVWhen I woke, everything was quiet.Too quiet.The faint scent of cedarwood and rain clung to the air—a scent that didn’t belong to Draven’s cold, iron walls. The sheets beneath me were soft, the kind that whispered of care.For a second, I thought I was dreaming.But when I turned my head, I saw him.Darius.He stood near the window, his back to me, shirt discarded, his posture rigid. Moonlight carved his silhouette in sharp lines, the muscles in his shoulders tense, his hands clasped behind him like a man restraining his own chaos.Reality crashed back all at once.The ceremony. The poison. The wolves. The fight.The memory of strong arms lifting me, of a heartbeat pounding beneath my ear.I sat up too fast. “Where am I?”He didn’t turn. “Safe.”The single word carried the kind of finality that made my chest ache.“Safe where?”My voice came out low, unsteady, the words scraping my throat. “Where have you brought me this time, Darius?”He didn’t answer immediately. The