บททั้งหมดของ Her Daughter’s Mate: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Aria’s POVThe closer we got to my mother’s cottage, the more my chest tightened. It wasn’t fear—not exactly. It was that feeling you get right before you walk into a room where the one person who truly knows you is waiting. The person who can look at your face for half a second and call out every lie you practiced on the ride over.Lyra’s acceptance had felt like sunlight breaking open a storm, but the weight of everything else… Lucian, Helena, the Ritual, the bond… was sinking deeper into me by the hour. I needed air. I needed silence. I needed my mother, even though part of me was afraid of what she might see in me now.Lucian arranged the transport without hesitation. He stood by the armored SUV like a guard who refused to blink, arms crossed over his chest, jaw tight. The man didn’t fidget, didn’t pace, didn’t fuss—but he watched me like he was memorizing something he was scared of losing.“A private team will stay just beyond the treeline,” he said as he opened the door for me.

Aria’s POVI stayed at my mother’s cottage for so long I actually expected Lucian to storm in halfway through and drag me out himself. Eight hours. Maybe a little more. Enough time for the fire to burn low twice, enough time for tea to turn cold, enough time for Mara to look at me like she was seeing someone already halfway gone.“You can’t stay close to him now,” she kept saying. “Your bloodline is awake, Aria. The phantom mark reacts to instinct, not logic. And Alpha instinct is… dangerous.”Her warning sat in my stomach like a stone.I wanted to ask her a hundred questions—Why me? Why now? Why Lucian?—but I didn’t. Because deep down I already knew. I had felt it. During the ritual, in that stupid, breathless moment when he froze after hearing my deafening scream, the way his eyes kept dragging back to me when he thought I wasn’t looking.It wasn’t a look of love… or anything soft.It was pure instinct.Primal, territorial instinct.And somehow I had become the trigger for it.By

LucianThe distance hurt more than I wanted to admit. Aria wasn’t far… she’s across the compound, in the Silver Wing, but it felt like she was on the other side of the country. The Alpha Suite felt hollow without her quiet presence. Even the air felt wrong.Every time I walked past Lyra’s room, a small part of me relaxed. My mate was recovering. The bond felt steady, anchored. But then… my eyes always drifted toward the window. Toward the wing where Aria was. Toward the woman who kept building walls between us while I kept trying to tear them down.And the worst part? I couldn’t even blame her.I dropped into the chair in my study and rubbed my palms over my face. The E.C. Ledger sat open on the desk like a wound I didn’t have the strength to clean yet. A massive, leather-bound book… thick enough to be used as a weapon and full of thirty years’ worth of political filth.I flipped through the early pages, Rowan’s handwriting sharp and neat. Each line was worse than the last: money p

AriaI had just finished tucking Mara’s herbs and that old confirming scroll back into the linen bag when the nausea finally eased. But the dread didn’t. It sat in my chest like a stone I couldn’t swallow.I was pregnant.Pregnant with Lucian’s child.One night.Just one night in that hotel room, weeks ago, before the mating ceremony. The only night I’d let myself stop pretending, stop guarding myself, stop being the quiet, obedient Omega the world expected. I had thought it was just… a moment. A mistake. A lapse meant to stay buried.But now that moment was growing inside me.A sharp, shaky breath escaped me as I pressed both hands over my stomach. I wasn’t showing, not yet, but it felt like the ground beneath me had shifted. Like everything in my body suddenly meant more, carried more weight.I wasn’t just protecting myself anymore.I was protecting someone small and new and terrifyingly fragile.That realization alone gave me the strength to stand. I changed quickly, smoothing my t

AriaThe moment Lucian demanded answers… his hand gripping my shoulder… his voice low and thick with something that felt too close to ownership… The chaos outside the Security Hub just evaporated. The shouting, the screens, the alarms… it all blurred out until the only thing I could hear was the frantic thudding of my own heartbeat and the roughness of his breathing right in front of me.I couldn’t confess now… not right here. Not with Elias, Lyra, and half the security team hovering just two feet away while Lyra prepared to detonate the biggest political scandal the Pack had seen in decades.So I steadied my breathing, forced my voice to sound calm even though my stomach was twisting painfully."It's the stress," I lied softly. "You’re running on fumes. You asked me to be your anchor… your wolf is reacting to the only calm presence in this room."His eyes searched mine like he was trying to physically reach into my chest and drag the truth out. His pupils were blown wide, dark with