Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Killian POVShe looks breathtaking lying there beside me, her hair still tangled from sleep, her skin marked where my hands gripped too tightly the night before. And still, she looks at me like she’s waiting for me to fail her all over again. I know she doesn’t believe me, not yet. But I’ll change that. I have to.Her voice breaks the silence.“Why does my mother hate me so much?”The question hits harder than I expect. I stare at her, caught off guard. “Your mother loves you,” I say automatically, the words more habit than truth.She looks at me like I’m a fool. Like she’s tired of hearing the same lies over and over.“How can you say that, Killian?” Her voice isn’t sharp, it’s tired and hollow. “My mother saw me as a burden. Nothing but a weakness. Something to control, to use.”I open my mouth, searching for some kind of answer, but she keeps going.“I remember,” she says quietly, her gaze dropping to the sheets between us. “I remember when I first moved in at the pack. I remember y

KillianI take her shopping first. She doesn’t ask for much, just the essentials, clothes for work, comfortable shoes, basic toiletries, and a coat that hides her frame a little too well. She keeps her head down most of the time, but I watch her anyway. She walks like someone who’s waiting for the ground to be ripped out from under her, careful and quiet. Still bleeding beneath the surface.When we get back to the hotel, she disappears into the bathroom with her bags. I don’t follow. I sit in the armchair, scrolling through messages I’ve already read, pretending not to listen to the soft rustle of fabric and running water behind the door.I have to work. The business doesn’t stop just because my mate is unraveling under a mask of silence. The cities I design, the gated communities I build, they run around the clock. No one at the company knows about her, and it will stay that way. The people who work for me are under strict confidentiality. Most aren't part of the pack. Some don’t eve

Aurora POVMy body is still thrumming from the pleasure he forced out of me with his hands, but it’s not enough, not nearly enough to quiet the restless ache under my skin. My wolf won’t settle, prowling and clawing inside me, desperate for more of him, desperate for the proof that I belong to him and not to anyone else. Not to Jonas, not to the pack, not to my mother’s ambitions or her plans for me.I reach for him, not caring about anything but the heat simmering between us, not caring about right or wrong or how badly this will complicate everything. The world outside this room could burn and I wouldn’t notice, not with my wolf howling for him the way she is now. I climb into his lap and press my mouth to his, kissing him like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, pouring every broken, hungry part of myself into the contact. He tastes like heat and home, and when he groans into my mouth, I know I’ve already undone him.My hands are clumsy but determined as I push at his belt, dragging

Aurora POVHe pins her to the wall, his hand tight around her upper arm, his eyes burning with warning. “You never speak of it,” he growls, every inch the Alpha, every word a threat.Irene’s face drains of color, but she stands her ground, her jaw set. “I—” she stammers, then stops as his grip tightens. “That would never be my intention, Alpha. But your bond… it’s strong. One of the strongest I’ve ever felt.”Killian’s wolf is so close to the surface, I can feel it rolling off him in waves. His lips pull back from his teeth in a snarl, low and warning. “How can I trust you? I should just rip your heart out.”My heart leaps in my throat, fear and shock mingling. “Killian!” I yelp, rushing forward. My voice is sharper than I mean, but I can’t let him hurt her. “She’s not a threat.”He doesn’t take his eyes off Irene. “She will be your death,” he snarls, and the sound of it chills me.Irene shakes her head frantically. “No! Please. I promise, I mean no harm. There are wolves who have bon

Killian POVI thrust into her, and this time, I savor it. I let myself enjoy every second, every sensation, every desperate grip she gives me, and for once, I don’t hold back.Her breath catches, her body folding reflexively against me with the movement. She doesn’t fight me this time, the defiance in her eyes softens just enough that I can see how badly she needs the truth, needs me to own it so she can stop pretending it’s something she can control. Her lips part. Her voice is barely more than a rasp. “I need you,” she admits, the words not clean, not easy, but real. “I need to know you’re here. That I’m yours when everything else keeps trying to tell me I’m not.”She grips the edge of the desk, nails biting shallow crescents into the wood as I move, first shallow, then deeper, letting her feel each inch. I don’t rush. I let her settle around me, matching her breath with mine, letting the bond thrum between us like a pulse of shared truth.She trembles against me, the sensation flar