Semua Bab Destined mate: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Ashiel – POV I was on my way to my room when I heard Derick’s door open. Instinct kicked in—I slipped behind the wall, watching him head to the elevator. I didn’t need a seer to know where he was going—straight to that bastard boyfriend of his. I took the stairs instead, and by the time I reached the first floor, the elevator doors had already slid open. Derick walked out and headed for the gate. I followed quietly, keeping my distance until he reached the corner outside. There he was—waiting for him. The guy was tall, broad-shouldered,his residing hairline gleaming under the streetlight, a tattoo winding down his arm. There was nothing about him that justified Derick’s obsession, but apparently love doesn’t need logic. They stepped into the shadows and kissed. My stomach turned. I watched from afar, irritation written all over my face. “Come on, lad,” the bald man said, glancing toward the mansion. “The place is huge. I wonder what it looks like inside.” “Yeah… my brothe

Third Person POV Pack House – The room felt too small for her anger. Stella paced back and forth, the hem of her silk robe trailing behind her. “You let that brat talk to you like that?” she hissed, her voice low but dripping with venom. Alpha Maelrik sat at the edge of the bed, calmly pulling on his boots. “You’re still going on about this? He’s gone now.” “He left,” she shot back sharply. “That doesn’t mean he won’t come back. That boy—” she jabbed a finger toward the door as if Damien might be standing there “—was challenging you to your face!” “Enough, Stella ,” Maelrik said, his tone suddenly harder. Her eyes widened at the steel in his voice. “Don’t take that tone with me, Maelrik. I’m your Luna, not one of your guards.” “You’re my mate,” he corrected, “and you will respect my decisions. I told you, leave Damien be.” Stella forced herself to drop her gaze, schooling her features into something more submissive. “I… I’m sorry for raising my voice. But can’t you s

Damien POVThe chatter of the office grated on my nerves. I didn’t return a single greeting as I walked past—just kept moving. I needed quiet.Valekar and Kaelric were clawing at my mind, their voices colliding like thunder.“Feed us, Damien. We’re starving.” Valekar’s tone was a growl, hungry and impatient.“I said I’ll handle it. One more week.”“One week? You’ve been saying that for over a month,” Kaelric’s voice was softer, but no less accusing. “You’re getting weak.”“I’m fine. I’m the one in control here—”“You keep lying to Luxian,” Kaelric cut in.“And you’re going to regret it,” Valekar spat. “Every day you weaken, and when something happens to him, you won’t be able to stop it.”My jaw clenched, but I ignored them, locking myself inside my private office. I dropped into my chair, grabbed the photo my men sent—a thief who ran off with our money—and smirked.“Bingo.”Inside me, both Valekar and Kaelric grinned like predators who’d just scented blood.⸻Luxian POVThe bed was c

Damien POVMy heart sank as I heard Luxian’s words echoing in my head. The painful part wasn’t just what he said—it was that he was right.How could I have missed it? How could I not realize he was pregnant when we’d been living in the same room, breathing the same air, sharing the same bed? I had been blind—too wrapped up in my own demons, too consumed by my battles to notice the most important truth staring me in the face.Shame burned in my chest like acid. My feet carried me out of the hospital on instinct, but my mind wasn’t with me. I didn’t notice the streets or the people I passed. My thoughts were a storm, and in the middle of it all, I saw Luxian’s face—the hurt in his eyes, the exhaustion, the way he looked at me as though he was already preparing to let go.You’ve failed him.Valekar’s voice slithered through my skull, dark and heavy. You had one purpose—protect your mate. Instead, you’ve left him exposed, fragile, and now carrying a child you didn’t even sense. You are un

Third party POV Leif paced restlessly around the abandoned house. The walls were cracked, paint peeling in strips, and the furniture sagged as if a breath would break it. In the center, a man sat on a weathered wooden throne, tapping his fingers against the armrest. He looked calm, but rage simmered beneath his composure.“What are we still waiting for?” Leif snapped, his voice bouncing off the rotting walls. “Damien has fucking marked my Lu—and now she’s pregnant!”“Patience,” the man said smoothly. “We need to make you as strong as him. The potion takes time.”“We can’t just sit and watch while Damien plays happy family!” Leif dropped into a chair that creaked under his weight. “You said the poison would kill him.”“That was the same poison Lucy gave him, and he survived. This one is stronger. I thought it might at least drive him rogue… but no. He remains sound.”Leif’s hands clenched into fists. “Those useless witches are dragging their feet. I want my Lucy.”The man lea