All Chapters of Mated to the Forbidden: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

- Clary’s POV - I wanted some air; I felt too suffocated in the four corners of this room. I needed some fresh air to think things through, and the room I was resting in was too small for me to think. After several minutes — probably half an hour — when my dad left the room, I decided to sneak out of the room I was resting in. To my surprise, I found out that the place I was actually staying in was a house and not a hospital.I thought I was in a hospital. The room that I was staying in looked like a hospital room. I had been staying in that room for three weeks and I hadn’t even noticed that it was not a hospital. I pouted; Dad did not even mention that to me. I should have at least roamed around here and not been bored for three weeks in that room.The house seemed to be empty; there was no trace that Dad was still here. The doctor who would usually visit me was also not visible in the house. The house I was staying in was full of figurines and paintings. They were nice to look at,

- Xylo's POV - "Alpha, there has been movement of wolves from another pack in the border," one of our men reported one evening. I was busy checking all the possible entry points that the enemies might think of when he came directly to me. My jaw clenched at the news he brought."Some of the swordsmen were executed," he added, which made me stand up, bothered that those wolves had chosen to attack again. The night was only about to begin—it was too early for them to attack. Nevertheless, we shouldn't let our guard down."Which border?" I asked while gathering some knives and weapons that I might need later."East, Alpha," he said firmly. My jaw clenched again. It was the same pack that attacked our castle before. Damn those greedy wolves. I have been keeping the peace since the beginning, and now they’re trying to attack our kingdom. I didn’t bother to plan a counterattack back then to avoid a possible war, and now they’re being boastful, thinking they can take the pack I lead.We nee

- Luigi’s POV - "I don't think that is a good idea," I said as I tried to stop Xylo from his plan. I could see the determination in his eyes to take revenge for the wolves that had killed her. I could see the emotions in his eyes; they were full of hatred and vengeance, and I don't think that would do any good at this moment.He continued gathering his weapons as he drank the entire bottle of liquor. He wasn’t listening to me, or maybe he couldn’t hear me. He was too angry to care about his surroundings. He wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was always calm and composed. I cannot let him be like this.I can’t stand seeing him this miserable and broken. It is too much for me, his brother, who has always looked up to him with all the respect for leading the whole pack. I couldn’t blame him, though.I stopped him with my arm when he was about to step out of the room, with those eyes burning with the desire to kill everyone. "Calm yourself, Xylo..." It was the only thing I could say bec

- Clary’s POV - “H-How sure are you?” I asked, not really convinced by what she had said. My sister, of course, has anger issues, and she was really angry the last time I saw her. She’s impatient and has never been good to me. But killing me? Did she really plot that? How could she do that to her own sister?I understood her for almost killing me, for that day when she almost broke every bone in my body. I understood her sentiments about it. I understood that she was angry when she saw us being together. I could let it go, even if it almost killed me. But now… she really plotted to kill me? It was far from what I deserved. It was unfair. How could she decide my life for me?I never asked her to treat me with respect or to treat me like her sister. I never asked for that. But this time, she was out of line. Kill me? Kill her own sister? I couldn’t believe it. I betrayed her for loving the man she likes too, but killing me? I couldn’t help but question everything.“Would you mind if I

- Clary's POV - I couldn’t believe that my life would turn out to be this twisted. That’s when I realized that everything that can be seen by the naked eye cannot be fully trusted. You can only trust yourself because everything around you may fool you. I felt that I was fooled by my father and by the family I thought I belonged to. I felt betrayed, in fact. I could have lived better if I had not been raised in that environment where I didn’t belong. Now, it’s kind of late to adjust to the environment where my biological mother grew up.There was another thing that my grandmother told me. It was ridiculous again, but I believed her anyway. Her eyes looked as if she was telling the truth. The sincerity was evident in her eyes when she told me that when I was a child, Andrea had utilized black magic that is forbidden in the world of wolves. She used it to steal all my capabilities, including my archery skills and speed. According to my grandmother, it is the main reason why I live like