All Chapters of Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Killian POVSomething inside me had pushed me to start putting a plan in place, though I hadn’t come close to finishing it. All I had managed was a phone with a hidden number, one that linked back to me, and a single card meant for her to use if things went wrong. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t anywhere near what Aurora deserved. Yet when I told her to run, it was the only lifeline I could give her.Cain’s body slams into mine with crushing force, and I hurl him off. Our wolves collide again and again, crashing through furniture, teeth snapping, claws gouging into the floor. Somewhere beyond the chaos, I hear Rosa’s shrill voice, but the red haze of rage drowns out her words.If he dies, no one will know. No one will ever discover the bond.My jaws clamp down, teeth tearing through his flesh, and he answers with the same vicious brutality. Pain flares hot as his bite rakes across my shoulder, but it only drives me harder. Something heavy crashes into me from the side, knocking me free of

Killian POVI stand in front of the pack and the room presses in like something that wants to squeeze the air from my lungs. People whisper, shifting, trying to figure out why their Alpha is the one pulled up for judgement. I look to Brannick for anything, some sign he’ll have my back, but he looks away like he always does when politics smell better than loyalty. It’s a little stab of betrayal that lands colder than the rest.Yasin reads the charge with that flat, clean voice she uses for business. “Alpha Killian, you are brought forward for trial under the accusation that you indulged in a fated mate bond. How do you plead?”If I say not guilty they’ll pull Aurora back and tear her apart in front of the pack. If I say guilty, I take the blow, so I say it. “Guilty.” The sound of it feels big and stupid in my mouth, but it does what it needs to do. Gasps ripple, people lean forward. The room narrows to faces and the weight of every eye.Yasin doesn’t waste time. “When was the first tim

Aurora POVI’ve been stuck in this room for hours, pacing, sitting, lying down, then pacing again, with no idea what I’m supposed to be doing. Just hiding? For how long? Until when? Killian didn’t give me enough to go on, no timeline, no instructions beyond run, and now I feel like I’ve been left drifting in a space with no edges.Every part of me wants to believe he’ll come back. That he’ll walk through this door and explain everything, that he’ll tell me he’s handled it and we’ll figure out what comes next. But another part of me can’t stop replaying the truth, that he’s standing trial right now, fighting for us, fighting for me. My heart clenches at the thought of what they might do to him if the pack decides to punish him harshly.I climb into the hotel bed, tucking the blanket tight around me, trying to pretend that if I close my eyes I’ll wake up to him beside me. But sleep won’t come. My eyes keep drifting to the phone lying on the table. The phone he gave me. Maybe the number

Aurora POVI return to the hotel and sink down onto the edge of the bed, staring at the plain carpet beneath my feet. My stomach twists with hunger, though the idea of leaving this room makes me uneasy. Food is what I need, I tell myself. That is the most reasonable thing I can do right now. Still, the thought of being surrounded by strangers, of sitting at a table where people might glance over at me or ask me questions, makes my chest tighten.Instead, I reach for the phone on the nightstand and call down to order something simple. Once it’s done, I set the receiver back in place and fold my hands in my lap, waiting. The silence in the room presses close, reminding me how little I understand about this world outside the pack. I was never taught how to live among humans, never shown how they manage their days or what rules they follow. Yet here I am, alone, and if I want to survive then I have no choice but to learn.A knock sounds at the door. I draw in a breath and rise slowly, tel

Lucas POVShe stays quiet beside me, her gaze fixed out the passenger window as I drive. The silence feels heavy, too heavy for the short distance between us. I can’t make sense of it, why would Killian send her to me? Yes, we’ve done business together, but that doesn’t mean I owe him anything.It was always obvious she was more than just a stepdaughter to him. The way his eyes followed her, the possessiveness, the jealousy whenever I so much as spoke to her, it all told a story he never admitted aloud. So why her, why now, and why me?I pull into the garage and kill the engine. She gets out slowly, following as I open the door that leads into the house. Her steps are light, hesitant, and she doesn’t say a word.“We’ll go collect your bags tomorrow,” I tell her, breaking the silence as I step inside.“I don’t have any,” she whispers, voice almost lost in the stillness.I pause and turn toward her. “Nothing? Clothes, at least a change of underwear?”Her head shakes. “I had to run befor