All Chapters of My sister’s mate became my forbidden love.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sophia’s POV The scent of dry herbs and old paper is soothing to me. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be here, back in the healer's area, at least not after everything that went down. But here I am, back again in healer's robes. It's not a big deal, just a part-time gig. But at least it keeps me occupied. Having a purpose when I felt downright useless for several months is kind of a big deal.“Easy on that balm, Alma,” I tell one of the young healers. “That stuff burns if you put in too much.” She nods her head even though I could easily tell she was scared. I smile a little; my dad used to tell me the same thing when I was a kid , before he did before all this stuff went down, before the lies.I stop myself and really force the thought away. I can't think of her. Not now. Not when I am slowly trying to make something out of my own life again.But every time I see the blood donation logs stacked on the desk, it hurts inside. It’s been weeks since I looked at them. Th

Adrian's pov"Still awake even in your sleep?"The voice came from behind me.And then I turned.There he was.My father.Alpha Daniel Wolfe.His presence was just as I remembered: Tall, commanding, yet calm, his eyes were the same stormy-gray like mine. His hands were folded behind his back, his expression unreadable.I could not breathe."Father," I gasped the word which, as soon as it touched my throat, became lost.He gave the slightest nod. He murmured, "You have grown heavier," adding quickly, "Not heavier in body, but heavier in burden," afterwards.I swallowed hard, unsure if this was a dream or something else entirely. "I've made mistakes," I admitted. "Too many."His voice came closer but sounded sharper, not unkind. "Every king does. But not every king learns."I looked down. "I don't know how to fix it. Everything I did, I did to save the pack-to save them-and yet I broke only the thing that mattered most."He sighed softly, like wood cracking under oppressive weight. "You

Victoria’s POV The messenger from the palace states, presenting a scroll bearing Adrian's family crest.How strange a feeling would this be, for it had been long since I had seen that crest – not since the fateful day my son, serious and guilty-looking, had placed it in my hands as a gift.I signaled for the messenger and carefully opened the letter.Adrian's handwriting was as neat and controlled as ever. Still, one could sense another side beneath the surface – a fire burning.Mom,Hope you're doing okay. I want you to know that sending you to Eastern Ridge wasn't a punishment. It was to keep us all safe. Things at the palace were toxic. Lila was an easy target. I couldn't let you two destroy each other. I know you might still be angry, but I hope you'll get it eventually.Love, Adrian.I read it again.The third time around, I slowed down.It surely was an apology.Not bossy, not making excuses, just a straightforward, sincere apology.For the first time in a long while, I felt no

POV: LilaThe palace had quieted down a lot. The fun, music, and drinks had faded, leaving soft sounds of the night.I walked through the gardens Everything sparkled, delicate and pretty—the kind of beauty that makes you sad if you stare too long.The Harvest thing went better than I hoped. The words of Victoria still lingered in my mind. It was like sun coming to a room where I thought there would always be darkness.However, I learned then that quiet brings peace, as well as louder thoughts.I reached the fountain, staring at the movement of water under light. I looked tired in my reflection, but not broken-for once. My small baby bump could now be seen through my dress. A second chance.But even with new life growing inside me, a part of me was still stuck on what I had lost."I knew I'd find you here."My heart was suspended for a moment by that voice though.I turned to where he stood, Adrian. Adrian stood nearby, messy hair scattered everywhere on his head. He smiled a little

Chapter 119 - the dream Lila's pov The palace wasn't a prison anymore. The palace was not the place where I would chose to sit in my room and starve all because I was scared someone was out there waiting for me, ready to pounce. I was no longer scared of eating, I was no longer scared of getting poisoned.The past few days had been different, though. The servants had stopped looking at me as if they felt pity. The guards had stopped watching me as if they were wondering when I would break.Now they all were smiling. Greeting me. Calling me my lady once again.It was crazy how forgiveness could make the world feel soft again.Sophia and I had started to work on something small but real, the palace charity fund, and getting medicine for orphaned pups. it helped fill the void that guilt had left in my heart.Each morning, we'd sit next to each other at the office near the East Wing, where we would read letters and requests. LWhat had once felt like an awkward silence was now simply pe