บททั้งหมดของ The Dirty Blood Mate Of The Lycan Alpha : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Lyra's POV continues…~~~~“What do you mean time of death?” My voice cracked and sharp with disbelief. “He’s not dead. It can’t be. All he had was a broken neck.”Chase’s chest beating fast as he stepped forward. “Are you sure you’re really a professional? Check him again, Harold. Check him properly!”“Chase,” Doctor Harold’s voice trembled, “I don’t know what went wrong. It seems he had some minor complications and it just… happened.”“No.” Chase’s eyes became teary as he grabbed Harold by the collar, shoving him against the wall. “No! Father isn’t dead—it can’t be. Go back in there and do your job. Now!”Tears stung my eyes, hot and yet unstoppable. It hurt—goddess, it hurt—watching Chase break like that. And it hurt worse because Richard and I had never been on good terms.But something wasn’t right. My father was fine. He had spoken when they lifted him into the ambulance. His voice still echoed in my ears.I moved closer, tugging Chase’s hands off Harold. “Chase, stop.” My voice

“Chloe, I’m talking to you. Who is Dominic?”Chloe quickly ended the call, her gaze dropping to the ground. “It’s no one, Mother.”“What do you mean no one? I heard you on the phone talking to someone, and now you’re saying no one?”“It’s a friend from school, okay? What happened, can’t I make calls again?”“Hey!” Linda snapped, her eyes flashing. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that. I am still your mother. Remember your place.”“I know you are,” Chloe whispered, her voice trembling, “but please… stop meddling.” She turned sharply and stormed back into the ward.“Chloe! I’m still talking to you!”The door closed behind her.Linda stood, her jaw tight. “The nerve of this girl. Friend from school, my foot.” She scoffed under her breath.******Lyra’s POV I was shocked when Kian drove me into the human town. Or at least, what looked like it. This place wasn’t exactly familiar, but it felt more like a small village than the bustling human cities I'd been in.Still, it had the scent

It had been two days since Richard’s death, and the entire pack was still in mourning. No one could understand how a strong and vibrant werewolf like him could just die so suddenly. Some were in deep pain, some were weeping, while others—those who had always had a hidden agenda—were quiet pleased, because now their evil plans could finally take place. Ethan’s POVI had just heard about my mate’s father’s death. The weight of it crushed me. I could only imagine the pain she was going through now.I had already hurt her before, and now this? Now her father is gone. She must feel broken. I should be by her side. I should be there to hold her, because I know what it’s like to lose a father. Only I could understand her grief—only she could understand mine.But the question haunted me. Would she even want to see me? Would she accept me back?I hesitated for hours, pride holding me back, until finally, I forced myself to dress up and leave.Down the hallway, I spotted Calvin. We weren’t o

Freda and Ruddy drove to the old windmill with two guards trailing behind. The silence in the car was thick, only the sound of the tires crushing gravel filled the air.“I don’t like this,” Ruddy muttered. His sharp with his eyes scanned the empty field. “Feels like a trap.”“Stop overthinking,” Freda said coldly, her voice calm but sharp. “We finish this quickly and leave.”They walked into the dark building, because of their wolf's heightened senses they could see what was in there. Gunnar on the other hand stepped out from the shadows, smiling as if he’d been waiting for the moment all his life.“Ah, Luna Freda,” he said. “You came. That means you got my message.”“Cut the chase, Gunnar,” Freda said, folding her arms. “Why am I here?”“Still blunt as always,” he smirked. “Is that how you treat an old friend? Anyway, I brought someone who can help you capture the dirtyblood.”A woman walked out from the back, her eyes calm yet unreadable.“I am the solution,” the strange woman said.

Aliyah’s POV ~~~I walked into the guest house, my body and spirit completely drained. I didn’t know what to do or think. I was so lost… but I caused this.Just then, a sharp voice cut through my thoughts.“Hello, Lyra,” she called.“That witch,” I whispered under my breath.I glanced at her. She was sitting comfortably, sipping a glass of juice with a magazine in her hand, while tears streamed down my face.She placed the glass and magazine on the side table and smirked.“Well, well. I see you’ve seen my little present.”“You knew about this, didn’t you? You knew your daughter was there—that’s why you urged me to go.”Linda tilted her head, clearly unbothered by my words.“Well… not exactly how you make it sound. But with the state you’re in right now? I’d say it was worth my while.”“What did I ever do to you?” I cried. “I didn’t ask to be born. I never did anything to you.”Her eyes narrowed, her lips curling in disgust.“What did you do to me? Are you serious? You being born is a