Todos os capítulos de Destined mate: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Ashiel POVI sat on the fallen trunk of a tree, staring at the sky, but it gave me no peace. My chest thudded hard, too hard, like it wanted to break free. The voices wouldn’t stop. They scraped at the inside of my skull—echoes that weren’t mine, whispers that weren’t human.I clenched a stone in my hand, ready to throw it just to feel something solid, when a branch snapped in the nearby brush. My head snapped around.Then he stepped out.Leif.No scent. No warning. Just there. The absence of his presence was more terrifying than his sudden appearance. He wasn’t supposed to be able to hide from me. No one could.His lips curved into a slow, venomous smirk.“I see you missed me, Ashiel.” His voice rasped like claws dragging over stone.I froze but forced my glare on him.That only made his grin widen.“I know what you want. Answers. Your mate. Freedom. You ache for all of it.”“You don’t know what I want,” I spat, even though my voice trembled.“You’re right,” he said softly, mockingly

Damien POVMy eyes lingered on Luxian’s unconscious body sprawled across the bed. His skin looked pale against the sheets, his chest rising and falling too weakly. I shifted my gaze to the doctor checking his pulse, my grip tightening around Luxian’s limp hand.“What’s wrong with him?” My voice came out rough, almost breaking, though I forced myself to sit down calmly.The old man’s hands trembled as he pulled back. “I…I got it wrong. I thought since you marked him, his sickness would disappear. But…I was wrong.”I placed Luxian’s hand gently on the bed and inhaled slowly, fighting the heat boiling in my chest. “What are you saying? How does this have anything to do with a stomach pain he was having?”The doctor stumbled backward, fear in his eyes. “The pain wasn’t just pain. After running a full check, I discovered it was from…the miscarriage. And he’s still under severe stress.”His words felt like claws raking through my chest. I leaned forward, Kaelric’s voice growling in my head

Cris POV — The doctor’s fingers wouldn’t stop twitching. Sweat gathered on his neck, his pulse thundering so loud my wolf almost wanted to rip through the sound.“Do you have something to say, doc?” My tone was calm, but I let the weight behind it press against him.He swallowed. “No… I— I need to leave. It’s late.”“You’re not leaving,” Ashiel’s voice slid in, cold steel from the shadows. “You stay with Luxian. That’s your job.”The doctor tried a smile. “Something… came up. I can’t afford to miss it.”I went to the freezer, pulled out a bottle of water, and handed it to him. “Drink. You look parched. And… sorry about Damien earlier.” I smiled with all teeth.He cracked the bottle, gulping greedily. Wrong. The real doc always lectured about hygiene, about never drinking straight from the bottle. Strike one.“So, doc…” I leaned against the counter. “Remember London? Last year. The witch hunt. What was the name of the woman who gave us the lead on Lucy’s family?”His eyes flickered, p

Luxian POV — My eyes felt heavy even though I’d just woken. I pushed myself up anyway and went to the bathroom. In the mirror Lucy stared back at me.“I told you not to show up whenever you want,” I muttered, turning the toothbrush between my fingers.“Well… I have no choice.” She studied my face and I rolled my eyes. “What’s the last thing you remember?”“What kind of question is that?” I snapped.“You’re losing your memory, Lu.”“What do you mean?” The words came out thin.“You were poisoned by Stella.” Lucy’s breath was calm. The name landed like ice.“That’s a lie.” I grabbed my hair and stared at the sink.“Stella poisoned you, but it went too far.” Her voice softened, or maybe I just wanted it to.“What… what should I do?” My tongue felt heavy around the words.“Do you know why your wolf hasn’t spoken to you?” Her eyes were two bright slashes.“What does that have to do with—” I cut off, frustration rising. “I don’t even understand half the things you say.”“The moon goddess

Ashiel’s POVI leaned against the office door, listening to Damien pacing restlessly while Cris’s fingers tapped furiously against the keyboard as he searched for Ken location through the tracker he put on him.My chest was tight with worry—not just for them, but for Derick. I’d been giving him space lately, not because of all the chaos surrounding us, but because of… my feelings.Feelings I didn’t want to admit. Feelings I shouldn’t have. How could I possibly have feelings for him when I’d just been rejected? I couldn’t risk another rejection. Not again.And now he was gone. To where, I didn’t know. The thought twisted my stomach. What if something happened to him? I couldn’t bear to lose someone else. Not again.“You seem… lost,” Envy’s mocking voice cut through my thoughts. “I get Damien and Cris—they’re acting like this because their mates are missing. But you? Or maybe you’re just worried about them.” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “No, that’s not it. You were rejected. I can