All Chapters of My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

OLIVIA’S POVI went to the dungeon with James and the twins in tow. The moment we stepped into the corridor that led underground, an old sense of unease crept over me. No matter how many years had passed, the feeling of being locked up, the scent of stone and metal, and the taste of injustice still lingered in my bones.I didn’t trust the Blackwood Pack enough to leave Noah and Aria behind—not after everything they had endured. And especially not after Evelyn’s little garden stunt. That woman wore her cruelty like perfume—strong, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. I wasn’t afraid of her. Never was. But my children? They were innocent. And I refused to let them be used or harmed in the crossfire of a war they never signed up for.James had suggested staying behind to watch them while I went to see Mom, but I shook my head firmly. My children deserved to see the woman who raised me, the one person who had fought for us in silence while the rest of this pack either looked the other w

DOMINIC’S POVI ignored Evelyn’s endless questions the entire ride back. Her voice buzzed in my ears like a persistent mosquito, flitting from one meaningless topic to the next—trying too hard, too fast, to sound casual. But I knew her too well.She was trying to distract me.My mind kept going back to what I saw in the mall. The strange man she was with. The way their conversation had dropped into silence the moment I appeared. The look of guilt that flickered across her face before she masked it with surprise. And the way he disappeared like a ghost.She was hiding something.“Dominic, you barely shop,” she said, her tone forced, too cheery. “Were you buying something… special?”I didn’t even glance her way. My eyes stayed on the road, my grip tightening on the wheel. “Yes,” I answered curtly. “I came here to buy toys for the twins.”She fell silent for a second, and I could feel her disappointment without needing to look at her. She had expected a different answer. Maybe hoped that

OLIVIA’S POVI asked James to take away the kids and get the car started, I didn’t want my kids to witness another drama and James immediately understood. Seeing Dominic approach with Evelyn still at his side was like another slap across the face.No matter how much I reminded myself that I didn’t care, no matter how strong I’d tried to become, that image still twisted something deep inside me. Evelyn stood gracefully beside him, a picture-perfect Luna in everyone’s eyes. But I knew the truth—and I could feel the venom bubbling in my chest.Dominic’s towering form stepped into view, his eyes scanning the scene sharply. He stopped a few feet away, arms crossed, jaw clenched. His gaze darted between me and Grace. His voice, when he finally spoke, carried the cold command of the Alpha he’d always been.“What happened here?”Before I could even open my mouth, Grace jumped in like a starved vulture.“She attacked me, Dominic!” she shrieked, hands flying up in exaggerated horror. “This luna

OLIVIA’S POVThe night had fallen quiet, blanketing the house in stillness. I was sitting on my bed, still lost in thought. The soft hum of the heater, the scent of lavender from the candle burning on my nightstand—it should have calmed me. But my mind was spinning, whirring with the weight of everything. Even with my daughter beside me, my thoughts kept bothering me.What if I lost my only family, too?That thought had been clinging to me like a shadow all evening. The kind of thought that creeps in when everything else has finally gone quiet—when the clinking of dinner plates stops, when the conversations fade, when the children are busy in their own world, and I’m finally left alone with the noise in my head.The weight of it settled in my chest like a stone.I sat at the edge of my bed, phone in hand, staring blankly at the screen. Not really scrolling. Just… existing. My thumb hovered over the keypad, but I didn’t know who I wanted to talk to. James had done enough. Derek had tri

DOMINIC’S POVMy hands were slightly trembling as I adjusted the sleeves of my shirt. Nervous. Anxious. Hopeful. I didn’t remember the last time I’d felt all of that at once. Maybe not since I was a boy, waiting for my father’s approval.But today wasn’t about me. It was about them—Noah and Aria. My children.My pups.Their birthday. The first one I’d be present for, even if I had no claim to any of the ones before. I wasn’t there when they were born. I wasn’t there for their first cries, their first steps, the scraped knees, the nightmares, the tiny victories like tying shoelaces or reading their first books.I missed it all.And that truth—it burned.Not because I didn’t want to be there, but because I could have been. If I hadn’t let my pride, my title, and some damned prophecy blind me… if I had fought for Olivia instead of doubting her. Instead of letting her break.I leaned on the table, closing my eyes for a moment.“I could’ve had a family… years ago,” I whispered to myself.“