Lahat ng Kabanata ng STOLEN BY THE MATE I DIDN'T WANT: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The world tilted before Liora’s eyes. One moment, she was standing outside the council chamber, Kaelen’s voice echoing after Draven’s rejection. The next, darkness swallowed everything.When she woke, the air smelled of herbs and fire. Her body trembled on the healer’s bed, her fingers clutching the thin sheet as nausea rolled through her stomach. The steady drip of rain outside matched the pounding of her heart.The Pack Doctor, an older woman named Maris, moved around the room with calm precision, grinding roots and whispering small prayers to the Moon Goddess. Her hands glowed faintly as she pressed them against Liora’s stomach.“You fainted,” Maris said softly. “Your body is exhausted — grief, shock, and…” she hesitated, eyes gentle. “You must be careful, my dear. Too much crying will do more harm to your baby than good. The Moon Goddess will not be pleased if you keep punishing yourself like this.”Liora’s breath caught. “He… he doesn’t want me,” she whispered. “He rejected me. T

The alpha is unwell. Rain still clung to his cloak, mixing with the blood on his hands. Not his own, not this time. Corvin’s blood. Kaelen’s too. He had found them in the forest, both wounded—Corvin’s smug face smeared with red, Kaelen clutching his shoulder and spitting curses.Draven hadn’t even had time to ask what happened before guards appeared, eyes burning with distrust, surrounding him like he was the monster they’d been waiting to catch.And now, he was here—dragged before Alpha Tame and his beta, Rage.The council chamber was filled with wolves. The air smelled of wet fur and fury. Tame sat on his throne of carved obsidian, Rage standing beside him, arms crossed tight. The moment Draven stepped inside, every gaze turned sharp. Hostile.“Alpha Draven of Drukbane,” Rage said, his voice cold as winter steel. “You have a lot to answer for.”Draven straightened, refusing to bow. “Where is Liora?” His voice came out low, ragged.Rage’s eyes flashed. “You dare ask that now?”Tame’

Who owns her?Draven’s instincts screamed before anyone said a word. Something was wrong.The castle halls were quieter than usual, too quiet. Servants hurried with downcast eyes, and the storm had returned, beating against the walls like a warning drum. He could feel the tension in the air.He strode through the corridor, cloak dragging behind him, and turned toward the guest chambers where Corvin and Kaelen were supposed to be confined for “recovery.” But when he reached the door, both rooms were empty.Corvin’s scent was fresh. Too fresh.And Liora’s… faint. Fading.His stomach twisted.“Where is she?” he muttered, voice dark with dread. He turned on the nearest guard. “Where’s the princess?”The guard stammered, eyes wide. “S-she was in her quarters, my lord. I—I haven’t seen her since the afternoon.”Draven’s pulse thundered in his ears. The bond flickered faintly in his chest — a pain that wasn’t pain, a pull that wasn’t distance. Something was wrong with Liora. Very wrong.“Ale

Pretending to believe The first thing Liora felt was pain.It sat deep in her chest, heavy and sharp, like fire trapped beneath her ribs. Every breath stung, every heartbeat echoed the memory of claws, of darkness, of someone’s hands forcing her to drink something bitter before everything went black.She opened her eyes slowly. The room was dim, lit only by a single lantern. The familiar scent of herbs clung to the air, mixed with something metallic—blood. Her blood. Her hands trembled as she pushed herself up, a soft cry escaping her lips.The healer’s bed felt too big, too cold.There was no one beside her.Her eyes darted toward the corner where Maria’s vials once sat, neatly arranged, but the table was empty now. The reminder struck her like a slap. Maria’s dead. The words still didn’t feel real. The woman who had soothed her pain and whispered that her bond with Draven could never truly break was gone—snuffed out like a candle.She pressed a hand to her stomach. Her wolf stirred

Aric is arrestedHe ran down the corridor, Aric at his side, both of them sharp, tense, and ready. Every sense screamed danger, but his mind focused on one thing: Corvin. That foreign prince had been twisting events, spreading lies, and now Draven had finally found a trail. He would confront him.They burst into the throne room without knocking. Draven’s golden eyes swept over the space, heart hammering. But the scene froze him, if only for a heartbeat. Corvin stood in the center, robes dusted with blood, leaning lightly on a cane that did not seem necessary for him to appear injured. Guards lined the walls, tense and alert.“Draven,” Corvin said smoothly, voice calm, almost amused. “I wondered when you’d arrive.”“How dare you be in here knowing fully well what your crimes are?" Draven loud cold voices echo in the room.Corvin laughed. “Me?" He pointed to his chest. " Nothing wrong actually”.“You’re lying,” Draven said, moving forward, fists clenched. “What did you do?”Corvin smile