Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate's Father Claimed Me: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

   Lyra POV The trip back to the Sunken Grove was like a funeral without a body. The man being carried between Jake and Elara was a walking corpse. He was a shell with a scary absence that made the air around him feel thin and fragile. Every step away from SwiftRun territory took me deeper into a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. Kenny didn't say anything, and a small, scared ghost held on to my hand. He wouldn't look at Kael. That painful, searing rejection was a new scar on his young soul. My heart felt like it had been ripped apart, and every beat was a painful reminder of what I had lost. The silver-and-gold bond that had kept me steady and guided me was gone. There was a huge hole in its place, and the silence was so deep that it hurt my chest. 

 Lyra's POV“Do you really think a king wants a broken doll for a queen, Lyra?”The voice was mine, but it dripped with a venom I had never dared to taste.The creature that looked like me didn’t smile. It unhinged its jaw and spoke with the combined voices of every person who had ever told me I was just a useless, broken omega. It was the shrill, mocking laughter of Selene during the wedding. It was the cold, clinical rejection in Aiden’s tone when he told me I was nothing. It was the whispered pity of the kitchen staff who had watched me scrub floors while my heart bled.“I’m not a doll,” I rasped, though my voice sounded thin and fragile against the heavy, suffocating silence of the Echo-Verse.

 Lyra POVIt was the cruelest irony imaginable.I had walked into hell to drag the man I loved back into the light, only for him to wake and see me as the monster.Kael’s hand was locked around my throat, heavy and deliberate. His thumb pressed into the frantic flutter of my pulse, not hard enough to crush—but firm enough to remind me that he could. This wasn’t panic, It wasn’t confusion, It was an assessment Llike I was a weapon he hadn’t decided whether to destroy or turn against its maker.His golden eyes, once molten with devotion, were now empty voids of suspicion. The man who had burned for my touch radiated a cold; dominant authority that stripped me bare. To him, I wasn’t his mate. I wasn’t his savior but a threat s

 Lyra POVFalling should have been the end. Instead, the shadows caught me.Their touch felt like a thousand cold needles whispering my name as the force of the medallion’s recoil ripped the air from my lungs. I didn’t hit the rocks below, I didn’t shatter. I became weightless—a broken doll tossed into the mouth of the ravine.The violet mist thickened around me, coiling around my limbs like freezing silk. It wasn’t a rescue.It was a claim.The darkness didn’t want me dead. It wanted me deep, dragging me into a fissure the sun had forgotten eons ago.I hit a soft, sandy floor with a dull thud. My br

 Aiden POVI had spent my life trying to be the perfect heir, but standing in the ruins of the villa, I finally understood the truth.I was a coward hiding in a king’s shadow.The scent of ozone and rot clung to the air, a physical weight pressing into my chest and making my wolf howl in shame. I should not even be here. My father, Kael, had stripped me of my rank and banished me to the fringes of the Hollows after I sided with Darius. I had let my jealousy of a child—a toddler who stole my birthright drive me straight into the arms of a monster.The nursery was silent except for the ragged breathing of the boy huddled in the corner.Kenny looked so much like my father it