All Chapters of Mated to the Forbidden: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

- Xylo's POV -She looked at me with those alluring eyes of hers... I cannot control myself when she is looking at me like that. I tried to do so, but with those eyes of hers, tempting this wolf inside me, I cannot help but kiss her even more.She moaned as my lips touched her neck. I slightly bit it to mark what is mine. Ohh, just the thought that she is mine makes me want to do more things with her... and I should probably stop right here and now, but she looks like she’s pleading for me to continue.Damn, Clary. How am I supposed to stop now?My body is feeling all the heat that she is feeling, too. One of us must stop doing this, or else, we will be doing something that might hurt her. However, I cannot put an end to this feeling. All I can do is want her more as I have been dreaming of doing such things to her. I want to own her. Even the divine knows how I have been longing to touch her skin and own her."Alpha..." she moaned when I bit her neck, trying to claim what is mine.Th

- Luigi's POV - "Stop playing with her feelings..." I told him when I smelled the scent lingering around his body.He looked at me with his ruthless eyes, trying to prove something. His look said that I had chosen the wrong word to throw. His jaw clenched too. I could only stare at him with the same intensity, angered by the fact that they were together earlier."You are the one playing, Luigi. Stop accusing me of something that you are good at," he said with full authority. Every word of his screamed the authority between us as if he was belittling me and my abilities."Really? Have you heard yourself, Xylo?" I hissed angrily and held the collar of his shirt. "Playing god between two Vertina?" My voice was full of anger. He made me furious by accusing me of playing with someone’s feelings. He was the one doing the bad thing, playing between two sisters, and we both knew what the possible outcome of this would be."Don't meddle with my life," he said as he grabbed my hands gripping h

- Andrea's POV -I did not know where my father brought Clary. Fucking Clary, I should have killed her instantly. She is nothing but a bitch trying to take what is already mine. Must have been because of her insecurities from everything that I have.My dad was furious, I could see it when he came back home with the blood of that bitch all over his body. I got nervous by my dad's looks, I could see that he was about to burst out of anger. Why am I wrong? I only protected what is mine. It was only a normal response for someone who was betrayed."What have you done, Andrea?!" My dad, who I had never seen angry before, was now furious, his eyes showing the hatred he had for me.My mom couldn't answer, either. She was quiet, probably too scared of Dad."D-dad..." I started out. It was my first time seeing my father this angry. I did not know what I should do at this very exact moment.He punched the statue in our living room, enough to smash it to pieces. "She is your sister! For goddamn s

- Xylo’s POV - I am starting to lose my mind. I haven’t seen her since I walked her home. I am starting to think that something went wrong. What could possibly go wrong? We were happy last time; she was smiling like some angel when I walked her home. How could she not meet me after that?It has been three days since the last day I saw her. She has not yet gone to the falls; there were no traces of her scent in this falls. I cannot smell her scent in the forest, too. She hasn’t been here for three days, and I am worrying that something might have happened to her. She is not the person who will leave someone behind. I know that she will never leave me this way.I have been coming here to the falls where we usually meet, but she is nowhere to be seen. This place seems lonely without her. The aura lingering around her made this place much warmer and comforting. Now that she is nowhere to be found, I cannot see this place as something comforting. I guess it was her presence that was warm.

- Clary’s POV -"H-How did you know that it was Alpha?" I asked my dad once I recovered from thinking about the things he had just said about my body and healing.He cleared his throat and stared at me, still with that seriousness in his eyes. "I know those eyes, Clary… I know them too well."He looked sad when he said those words. I wondered what he meant. My gut told me there was more to it—something my dad wasn’t telling me. I didn’t know which part, but something was clearly bothering him.I couldn’t ask him, though. I trusted my dad too much, and because of that, I would trust his judgment about not telling me the thing that was bothering him. If it wasn’t important enough for him to tell, then it wasn’t important enough for me to know. I trusted my father that much. After all, he was the only one who rescued me from my own sister.Now that I thought about it, I didn’t think I would ever be able to step foot in that house again. I was too terrified even to remember what happened