All Chapters of Dear Ex Mate, You're Mine to Ruin: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Lillian’s POVHearing Alanna lay the blame so directly on my husband made my chest tighten. I shifted on the sofa, looking at her closely in the dim light of the lounge. "Why do you think so, Alanna? Why are you so sure this is about Dorian's past?"Alanna leaned forward, her eyes wide and dead serious. "Think about it, Lillian. I’ve been analyzing how everything played out. I noticed that those people waited until you and Aiden were completely alone in the dark garden before striking. They had been tracking the property, watching the guards rotate. Whoever sent them didn't want a random casualty. They wanted to take two specific things that mattered the most to Dorian his wife and his absolute most loyal Beta. It was a targeted, personal message meant to destroy him emotionally."The logic in her words sent a cold shiver down my spine. Before I could even respond to her theory, a firm, polite knock echoed at the lounge door, shattering the heavy silence between us.We both straighte

Lillian’s POVThe bright morning sun was already filtering heavily through the sheer curtains when I finally opened my eyes. I blinked against the light, my chest tightening the moment I checked the clock on the nightstand. I had woken up a little too late. The heavy exhaustion from the previous night had kept me pinned to the mattress, and now, reality was crashing down on me all at once.Sitting up in the quiet room, I started completely freaking out. Panic clawed at my throat as I realized I had blindly agreed to a totally impulsive decision. What on earth was I thinking? A mating ceremony wasn't just any regular event. In the werewolf world, it was a sacred, monumental milestone. It was supposed to be grand, beautifully prepared, and at least properly planned out over months, not frantically rushed into in the middle of a security crisis.I threw on a simple robe and practically ran out of the bedroom. I spent the whole morning rushing through the corridors, looking everywhere for

Dorian’s POVThe suffocating silence returned to the study, thicker and more oppressive than before. Aiden stood perfectly still in the center of the room, the color slowly draining from his face as the sheer weight of my words sank in. For a long, agonizing moment, he went completely silent. His eyes stared blankly at the polished hardwood floor, tracing the grain as if searching for a reality where what I had just suggested wasn't true."I had a bad feeling about this, Alpha," Aiden finally whispered. His voice, usually steady and commanding, trembled slightly. He looked up at me, attempting to force a weak, unbelieving smile onto his face. "But... I really didn't want to believe it. It doesn't make sense. Why would they strike now, of all times? It has been a very long time. Years. I thought they had completely forgotten about me. I convinced myself that I was just a ghost from their past, and that they had finally moved on to other targets.""Aiden, stop," I said, my voice cutting

Dorian’s POVI stopped moving completely. My hands stayed on her soft shoulders. A sudden wave of surprise hit me hard. The Viremoor necklace was a very big secret. Only the Alphas of the most powerful families in the north knew its real name. Normal people did not even know it existed. They definitely did not know its history. So, how did Lillian know about it?"How do you know that name, Lillian?" I asked her. I made my voice very quiet and low. "Where did you hear about the Viremoor?"Lillian turned around slowly to face me. Her small fingers were still touching the beautiful blue stone on her chest."For a very long time, I thought this was just a fake story," she said. She looked up at me with big, honest eyes. "When I was younger, I loved to read. I found some very old books in the libraries near the border. The books told a story about a great war. Many years ago, several strong families from a big pack fought each other. They did terrible things just to get this necklace. They

Lillian’s POVI held Celeste’s small hand tightly as I guided her out of the noisy, suffocating ballroom and down the quieter, dimly lit hallway toward the restrooms. The transition from the roaring chatter of the crowd to the quiet marble corridor was an instant relief, but the moment I pushed open the heavy door to the ladies' room, a strange sound caught my attention.From one of the locked stalls at the far end, I heard a woman sniffing softly in deep, heartbroken tears.I paused, but I didn't want to pry into high-society drama tonight. I quickly focused on Celeste, helping her into an open stall. By the time Celeste was finished washing her hands and we were finally about to leave, the door to the end stall slowly clicked open.Shantel walked out.Her eyes were red and slightly puffy, though she was desperately trying to hide it. She walked straight to the mirrors, pulling a compact from her designer clutch to powder her face and cover up the tear tracks. Our eyes locked in the