Semua Bab Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Lucas POVI stare at Aurora, her words echoing in my head like a riddle I can’t unravel. She feels it? He’s tormenting her? My mind latches onto that, spinning, until her other phrase cuts through the fog, every time he touches his new mate. Mate? What the hell does that mean?“Aurora—” She starts to pull away, but I catch her wrist gently, stopping her. Her skin is scorching under my touch, flushed red, and there’s an odd energy around her, like a hum I can’t quite place. A faint scent lingers too, wild, unfamiliar, not quite human.“What do you mean by ‘feel’ and ‘mate’?” I press, keeping my voice steady but firm.“I—” She falters, her eyes darting away. “I can’t tell you.”My jaw tightens. “You’re going to have to. You’re staying in my home, Aurora. I need to know what I’m dealing with.”Her head shakes, a quick, nervous motion. “I can’t.”I don’t want to push her this far, but I can’t let this slide. “Then I don’t have a choice. If you can’t be honest with me, you can’t stay here.

Lucas POVThis is beyond messed up. “Okay, fine. If you can’t break it, how do we stop what you’re feeling right now? There’s got to be something to make it go away.”She shakes her head, her voice a broken whisper. “I can’t stop it.”I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair, frustration mixing with a growing pity for her. “Then what can at least help? Make it less... unbearable?”Her gaze drops further, her fingers tightening in her lap. “Pleasuring myself,” she whispers, so soft I almost miss it. “It... it dulls the edge sometimes. Overwhelms the bond with my own feelings.”I groan, the sound escaping before I can stop it. “Jesus, that’s messed up.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to process this. “Wait. If you do that, would Killian... feel it too? Like you’re feeling him?”She nods, her face flushed with shame and something else, defiance, maybe. “Yes. The bond goes both ways. The first time lasted hours.”I stare at her, my mind racing. She’s sitting there, practically vibra

Aurora POVThe haze of pleasure lingers, my body still trembling from Lucas’s touch, but something shifts inside me. At the peak of my release, that tormenting pulse from Killian—his pleasure with his new mate—cut off abruptly, like a snapped thread. In its place, a sharp wave of anger crashes through the bond, his anger, and it sends a shiver down my spine. Guilt twists in my chest, whispering that this is wrong, that I’m betraying something sacred. But another part of me, raw and defiant, revels in it. After enduring hours of his pleasure the other night, feeling it sear through me again just now, I’m glad he’s forced to feel this. I hope it stings, hope it burns him to know someone else is giving me what he threw away.Lucas’s hand cups my chin, pulling me from my thoughts, and he kisses me, deep and possessive, like he’s claiming a piece of me. “We’re not done, Aurora,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with intent. “It’s time he learns what you’ve been through.” Before

Lucas POVThe midday sun spills through the window, casting long shadows across the bed where Aurora lies, her chest rising and falling in the deep, exhausted sleep I finally let her fall into. Last night—and all morning—I didn’t hold back. I took her again and again, each time pushing her further, drawing out every moan, every shudder, until her body gave out, too spent to continue. My own muscles ache, a reminder of the hours we lost ourselves in each other, but my mind is a mess, spinning with questions I don’t know how to answer.What the hell am I doing? Did I really just lean into this wild claim that she’s a goddamn werewolf? I rub my forehead, hard, like I can scrub away the insanity of it all. Grabbing the spare laptop from the nightstand, I sit up, the sheets pooling around my waist. This can’t be real. Werewolves are fairy tales, horror movies, not flesh-and-

Aurora POVI hold his gaze for a moment, letting him see me—really see me—before shifting back, my human form returning in a heartbeat. I sit there, naked and vulnerable, watching the shock ripple across his face. “I’m not lying,” I say softly, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.He stares at me, his breath uneven, then mutters, “I need a drink.” Without another word, he turns and walks out of the room, still naked, leaving me alone on the bed. My stomach twists. Maybe that wasn’t the right way to show him. Maybe I’ve just made everything worse.My heart pounds as I sit on the edge of the massive bed, the silence of the room pressing against me. Lucas’s shock, his shouted curse, and the way he bolted still echo in my mind. I shouldn’t have shifted like that, not so suddenly, not without warning him more. But he wanted proof, and I gave it