บททั้งหมดของ My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

OLIVIA’S POVEven I was surprised by my own words. The moment they left my mouth—sharp, venom-laced and dripping with a fury I’d kept buried for years—the entire garden seemed to fall silent. It was as if nature itself had gone still to witness the moment Evelyn’s perfect mask cracked.Her face drained of color. The smugness disappeared from her eyes, replaced by wide, trembling disbelief. Her lips parted as if to form a response, but no sound came out. For once, Evelyn Hart—the ever-so-poised Phoenix Luna—was speechless.“You… you’re lying,” she stammered, but her voice was thin, barely more than a breath. She clutched the folds of her dress, knuckles white. “Dominic would never—”I smiled sweetly, the kind of smile you give just before striking your enemy in the final blow.“Speechless?” I tilted my head, voice feather-light, mockingly cheerful. “That’s rare for you. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. It must’ve caught you off guard when he came to me the other day, saying how much

OLIVIA’S POVWatching Dominic’s broken silhouette disappear into the distance, something twisted painfully in my chest—sharp and lingering like an old wound ripped open again.All of this...All of this heartbreak, this anger, this hollow loneliness—it could have been avoided. We could have been living a normal life together. Raising our children. Building the kind of family I had always dreamed of. Laughing around a dinner table, tucking our pups into bed at night, sharing whispered conversations in the dark.But he ruined it.He didn’t just ruin it—he chose to ruin it.He trusted the wrong people. He stood by the ones who stabbed me in the back, even as I bled in front of him, begging him with my eyes to see the truth. He turned his back on me when I needed him most.He chose this path—and he deserved to live with the consequences.For a fleeting, pitiful second, the old Olivia—the naive, foolish girl who would have chased after him without pride or shame, who would have clung to hi

OLIVIA’S POVSo many questions raced through my mind all at once.What is he doing here?Is he here to assert another form of dominance—try to overpower me again?Or maybe... maybe he’s here to apologize?But knowing Dominic, I scoffed inwardly. He never apologizes.He only takes what he wants—and never once feels remorse for the destruction he leaves behind.Yet... when I looked deeper into his eyes—those molten, sorrowful golden eyes—I realized something.It wasn't him.It wasn't Dominic.It was his wolf.A whisper escaped my lips before I could stop it."Dominic... no. Your wolf?"His massive form stood silent, head bowed slightly, almost... reverent.And suddenly, without warning, my wolf surged forward—answering a call that was older than either of us.The mate bond.I gasped as my body moved without permission.Before I could brace myself, I found myself reaching out—tentative, trembling—and gently nuzzling the thick fur at his shoulder.Dominic’s wolf—a magnificent, towering be

OLIVIA’S POVI stood by the window, arms crossed, watching Dominic through the window glass still lying on my bed.A part of me still trembled from the intensity of last night—the way his touch undid me, unraveled every wall I had painstakingly built around my heart. It wasn’t just the physical surrender. It was the way he looked at me, touched me, like I was still his. Like nothing had changed.But everything had changed.I hated how easily my body gave in while my heart screamed in protest. I hated the weakness I saw in myself, the part of me that still responded to him, still longed for him—even after everything. I knew I had to draw a line. A sharp, irrevocable line.Because if I didn’t, he’d get the wrong idea.He’d think we still had a chance.But we don’t.That ship had sailed the night he left me bleeding, broken, and pregnant. Whatever happened last night wasn’t lov

DOMINIC’S POVBy the time my mind finally cleared—after the run, after the burn of humiliation and the sting of self-loathing had dulled into something manageable—I buried myself back into work. Pack affairs had fallen behind, and I had no excuse left to hide behind. But just as I started reviewing patrol shifts and trade reports, a sharp knock broke the fragile silence.My mother entered like a storm cloud, her arms folded tightly across her chest, face set in that familiar disapproving mask. "Dominic," she said, "we need to talk."I didn’t look up right away. "What is it, Mother?"She closed the door behind her with unnecessary force and stalked forward. "Where were you last night?"I tilted my head and raised a brow. "Out.""Out where?"My jaw tensed. "Since when do you track my movements like a bloodhound? I’m Alpha, not a teenager sneaking out past curfew.""I’m asking because people are talking," she snapped. "The servants saw you leave, and you didn’t come back until morning. W