All Chapters of My Mate's Father Claimed Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

 AIDEN'S POV “And so I told him… Man, you're one son of a…” He paused. “Aiden? Are you listening?” I was jolted mid thoughts back to the present in a poker room surrounded by my friends as one of them with chestnut hair was telling us the same retired story that he hadn't shut up about since we were teens. “Sorry, zoned out for a moment there.” He came over and placed a worried hand on my shoulder. “Are you good? You've been zoned out all night? Yeesh never took you to be the type to be whipped.” “I'm not whipped,” I denied immediately. “No woman could ever have me wrapped around their finger, I'd say it's the other way around.” “I see.” My friend settled back without a word for a second, twisting his lips with devious curiosity.

Lyra’s povI was flooded with a tsunami of unexplained emotions when I saw a middle-aged woman not much older than Marigold standing at the door, opening a jar to welcome us.She was confident and graceful in a flowery cutting dress. Her hair was dark chestnut brown, had lines of silver in it and her wrinkles deepened as she looked at me as intensely as I was looking at her.All of a sudden, she pushed the door further away and with tears bubbling in the corner of her eyes, she stretched her hand forward wrapping them around me and squeezing me close.Alpha Kael gave me a concerned look as the woman sobbed against me, when I moved my hands the most instinctive thing was also embracing her too.We remained like that at the entrance of the cabin just weeping together until she reluctantly pulled away, it was only then that she seemed to acknowledge Alpha Kael's presence.“You came…” she said, realizing her cheeks redden, then she found my fingers and squeezed them fondly with her own. “

Miranda's POVThose days on the run were the hardest. Darius soon discovered that we had played him and he was more inflamed because of his fragile ego.He sent his men after us in groups. His people plucked my companions up like weeds.Every single one of them…One after the other.Until there was just me with my baby cradled in my arms.And I knew they would come for us too.Darius would show no mercy even to an innocent child, he was that much of a monster and I knew it.That was when I had to make the hardest decision of my life.Giving up my daughter.I dropped her at an orphanage, waiting until I had attracted the attention of one of the caretakers before fleeing and hiding, seeing how she adapted to the place before I moved on. I knew I could not be there for long.The day I left it felt like I was tearing out my heart from my chest.I wanted nothing more than to rush over to her even if it meant giving up the medallion.But the words of the elders came to my ears almost as if

Lyra's POVIt was as if I was trying to get through a brick wall. I stood up again, tired, fed up but still trying to get through to her.“What you're saying is that you're not going to let go of this medallion if there was a way to live our lives? Because we'll be living with the fear of knowing that someday some power hungry monster will come after us. You would choose that fate?” She looked at me with an apologetic but firm expression.“I'm sorry but it's just impossible like I said before. The medallion is too powerful to be destroyed and if we don't take care of it then not only will our loved ones die but one day we will lose everyone under the power of evil.” It was so frustrating and infuriating even so because I knew that she wasn't completely wrong.I knew that deep down this would have not been a task given to an entire pack if it wasn't important. But at the same time, I wanted to live a normal life; a life I was not always looking over my shoulder.Now that this medall

  Corvin's POV “Welcome to my humble abode,” I regret every time I have to come to this pig's dine. Although with the kind of associates I have coming to a place like this was not a novel experience for me Didn't make it any better though. Recently, Kael's son and his mate had popped up in my front door and I was forced to house them. Now I can't even properly enjoy my own abode. Perhaps there was a time that this abandoned manor had pride itself in polished floors and sparkling marble with a grand hall lit over with a chandelier. Now it was merely a ghost of that and as we sat across each other in what had once been the poker room, he poured what I believed to be a glass of whiskey. I'm not taking one sip of that. He knew. We both knew. It was more of a forma