All Chapters of My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

"AURELIA’S POVI blinked, thrown off by the shift in his tone. Kael looked away for a moment, running a hand through his hair, before continuing.“Draven,” he said finally. “His uncle. The man who raised him, trained him, made him who he is. The same man who destroyed everything he ever loved.”My breath caught.Kael nodded grimly. “You know how Alphas talk about legacy and loyalty, right? Derek grew up believing in those words. He fought for his pack, for Draven’s approval — until he realized that his uncle wasn’t building an empire. He was building a kingdom of control. Derek lost everything because of that man — his friends, his trust, even himself.”I stared at him, unable to speak.“So when he found you,” Kael continued softly, “he wasn’t thinking like a mate. He was thinking like a soldier. Cautious. Calculating. He thought you were another piece in Draven’s plan — another way for his uncle to win.”I swallowed hard, my anger faltering beneath the weight of Kael’s words.“He did

"DEREK’S POVI leaned back in my chair, the weight of that word sinking in like a stone.War.Draven wasn’t bluffing — not after what happened at the assembly. Not after Olivia humiliated him in front of half the continent. He’d been waiting for a reason, any reason, to retaliate.And I’d just handed him one.“What’s the timeline?” I asked.“He wants to meet at dusk tomorrow.”Tomorrow.He wasn’t wasting time.Kael hesitated, then said, “Derek… he’ll be expecting you to show up with Aurelia.”My eyes snapped up. “What?”“He mentioned her by name. He said — and I quote — ‘If the girl is safe, let her prove it by standing beside him.’”My claws dug into the desk, splintering wood. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.“He’s testing me,” I said quietly. “He wants proof that I have her. Proof that she’s alive.”“Or he wants her back,” Kael countered.That thought made my blood boil.He wasn’t getting near her again.But the reality was clear — if I denied the meeting, it wouldn’t ju

"THIRD PERSON’S POVThe echo of the Moon’s words still clung to me long after I woke — “The darker the night grows, the brighter you will burn.”But even as I tried to steady my breathing, something inside me shifted.Something pulled.At first, I thought it was the lingering power of the dream — that strange hum in my veins that came with the shadows. But then, I felt it again.A tug, deep and primal, from somewhere beyond the walls of the library.My wolf stirred inside me, restless and alert.Aurelia, she whispered. Do you feel that?I froze. My heart began to pound as recognition hit me like a blow.I knew that energy.I’d spent my whole life tethered to it, bound by duty, fear, and blood.My father.The bond was faint — almost like a thread being plucked from a great distance — but it was there. His scent. His presence. The weight of his aura pressing faintly against mine through the forest.He was here.My pulse spiked. Derek’s warning echoed in my mind:“Stay away from the bord

"AURELIA’S POVDraven’s smirk widened. “Ah, I see the realization finally dawns.”Something in me turned cold — not with fear, but fury.“Then that’s not my burden to carry,” I said.Gasps echoed through the clearing.My father’s eyes snapped to me, disbelief and rage flashing across his face. “Aurelia—”“No,” I said, louder this time. My voice trembled, but it carried. “You made this deal, Father. You promised something you had no right to promise. Why should I suffer for your greed? Why should I bleed to pay for the power you wanted?”The words left my mouth before I could stop them, before I could think about what they meant.The silence that followed was absolute. Even the air seemed to hold its breath.Draven’s smirk faded — not because he was angry, but because for once, he hadn’t expected this. My father, on the other hand, looked like he’d been struck. His lips parted, but no words came out.I had seen him angry before — furious, even — but I had never seen him speechless.“Yo

"DEREK’S POVThe corridors were silent when I carried her back — the kind of silence that wasn’t peace, but the aftermath of chaos.Blood, soot, and smoke still clung faintly to the air. Outside, the healers were tending to the wounded, the sound of quiet sobs and the occasional groan breaking through the night. Inside, I could only hear the sound of her breathing.Aurelia had insisted she could walk, but I wasn’t taking chances. She didn’t fight me, though. Maybe she was too exhausted. Maybe she was thinking of everything that had just happened — the attack, the rogues, the shadows that had obeyed her command as though they were an extension of her will.When we reached her chamber, I set her gently on the bed. She looked pale, drained, but her eyes — gods, her eyes — were sharper than ever. There was a storm brewing behind them.For a long moment, neither of us spoke. I leaned against the edge of the desk, folding my arms, watching her. She looked so small and yet… so vast. Like som