All Chapters of Destined mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Luxian – POV I keep hearing that same voice echoing in my head, repeating the same words: You are worthless. You don’t deserve Damien’s love. You betrayed him. All I could do was sit and cry, taking in the pain—the endless transformation tearing me apart. My bones kept breaking and rearranging, over and over again. It never stopped. The pain kept coming. “Your screams made it so easy to find you,” came the voice of that strange man. “If you didn’t want me to find you, you wouldn’t be shouting, my love,” he mocked, gripping my arm and yanking me to my feet. I tried dragging my limping body away, but it was useless. I was too weak. I couldn’t even save myself. He dragged me roughly along the forest path. I could feel the bruises forming with each stumble. I screamed for help, but no one came. I was completely alone. Then he suddenly stopped and let me fall flat on the ground. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said—but there was a trace of fear in his voice now. I l

Luxian POV.I didn’t listen.Cris told me to stay put.Told me not to open the door for anyone—not even him or Damien.But he never said what to do when my chest started burning.When the mark over my heart glowed hot like it was alive.When I felt Damien breaking, calling out to me, without a word.I couldn’t just sit here and wait for someone to tell me he was gone.Or worse… that he wasn’t Damien anymore.So I ran.Out the door. Through the forest.Straight into the dark.The trees whispered warnings I didn’t understand.Branches scratched at my face. My lungs burned.But none of it mattered.Because the closer I got, the louder the voice in my head grew.“Don’t come back…”But I was already here.⸻I found him in the clearing, bathed in moonlight and blood.Damien stood with his back to me, shoulders rising and falling like he was holding something back—or barely breathing.“Damien…” I called gently.He turned.His eyes weren’t red.They were black.No whites. No pupils. Just… voi

Cris – POVCris sat in the parked car, staring at the coffee shop window.Ken was inside.Alone. Headphones in. Doodling something in his sketchpad with that same chaotic focus he always had. His lips moved to whatever song he was listening to. Probably pop.Cris didn’t move.Didn’t blink.He’d seen things that would make grown men claw their own eyes out…But this—trying to talk to the boy who had run from him—was what made his hands shake.He pulled out his phone. Typed. Deleted. Typed again. Cris: Can we meet up?”He hit send.Watched Ken’s head lift just slightly when the message came in.The seconds felt like years.Then:Ken:“Are you watching me right now?”Cris sighed.Cris:“Yes.”Ken:“You’re such a creep.”Pause.Ken:“…Sit down.” Ken – POVThe chair across from him slid back and Cris sat down, looking like he belonged in a mafia movie. Black everything. Stoic. Cold-eyed.And yet… when their eyes met, Ken felt that same annoying tug in his chest. Like the part of

POV: Third Person⸻Weeks Turn Into Months…They found nothing.No sign of Leif.No trail. No whisper. Only shadows where he’d been.Luxian continued working as Damien’s secretary, the routine becoming a quiet refuge. He and Damien had agreed to try again—to rebuild their friendship from the ashes.A second beginning.Less pressure.Still heavy with everything unsaid.Cris trained like a machine. Relentless. Emotionless. Ken remained just out of reach, but still in his dreams every night.He hunted Leif like it was all he had left to control.And Damien?Damien fed only when absolutely necessary.The wolfsbane burned in his bloodstream like a curse, but he endured it—refusing to touch Luxian until he knew the monster wouldn’t take over.But the more he stayed away…The more he found himself watching Luxian.Unseen. But close.⸻Luxian – POVI watched Damien reading through a file, his jaw tight in concentration.He looked different now.Stronger.Younger.More… dangerous.Something ab

Luxian – POV Sitting on my bed, I stared at the ceiling,still thinking about what Lucy had said. That she and Damien weren’t true mates. That their bond was created… manufactured. A soul bond, not a mate bond. I didn’t know if I should tell Damien. It would change everything between us. Ruin whatever fragile ground we were building. “I’ll tell him… when the time is right,” I whispered, sinking deeper into my bed. Dad came in and sat next to me. “How’s your body, Lu?” “I’m doing really well,” I smiled, hoping he wouldn’t see through it. He nodded. “We need to go for your check-up tomorrow.” My smile faltered for a second—but I forced it back. He couldn’t know. He couldn’t know I only had two months left. “I’m fine, Dad. Honestly.” He narrowed his eyes, concerned. “You sure?” “Totally. Hey, how about we host a movie night tonight?” I asked quickly, trying to shift the conversation. Dad lit up. “That sounds amazing! Let’s invite Ken and your boss.” My face twitched. “I