All Chapters of Sweetest Mistake: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Irene’s Point of View“Because I want you to feel comfortable,” Arnold said, setting my bag down on the bed like this was already decided.I looked around the room again.Too big.Too warm.Too prepared.“You’ll have something even better in my pack,” he added casually.I stopped.Turned.“Then tell me now,” I said, holding his gaze. “Why me?”The question came out sharper than I planned.“Why do you want me there?”Because none of this made sense.Not the room.Not the effort.Not the way he looked at me,like I mattered.Arnold grinned.“Losing patience?”I didn’t answer.Because yes,I was.“This isn’t the time,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ll know eventually.”That wasn’t an answer.That was avoidance.“Or you just don’t want to say it,” I replied. “Do you have some hidden reason?”He stepped closer.Too close.Before I could react, his fingers brushed my cheek,a quick pinch.I swatted his hand away instantly.My heart jumped.Not from fear,from how easily he crossed that li

Arnold’s Point of ViewThat was the first time he had raised his voice at her.And it showed.Lorraine bowed her head.Quiet.Controlled.“My apologies, Alpha.”Her voice didn’t shake.But her hands did,just slightly.Then she turned and left.Fast.Before anyone could see what was really on her face.Anger.Not at me.At him.At everything that slipped out of her control.I watched her go.Because I knew,this wasn’t over for her.Not even close.,The moment she disappeared, Dave faced me fully.All of it.His focus.His anger.His doubt.The other alphas closed ranks beside him.Subtle.But clear.A wall.A line drawn.And I stood on the other side,with Irene in my arms.Outnumbered.Surrounded.I didn’t feel it.Not fear.Not hesitation.Just the weight of her against me,too warm,too still.“What are you implying?” Dave growled.His voice carried.Sharp.Controlled.But I could hear it,the crack beneath it.I met his gaze.Unmoved.“Do you really need me to say it?” I asked.

The shift in the room came from something small.A comment.A jab.But it was enough to snap the tension for a second.“I’m not heavy,” Irene shot back, eyes sharp despite the weakness in her body. “You’re just weak.”Arnold didn’t react the way most would.He laughed.Low.Unbothered.“Words won’t hurt me,” he said, almost amused. “If you want to come and watch what happens to your ex-mate, finish your food. Take your medicine.”A slight tilt of his head.“Understood?”It wasn’t loud.But it didn’t need to be.There was weight behind it.Authority she couldn’t ignore,even if she wanted to.Irene hesitated.Then complied.Quietly.Reluctantly.And that alone said enough.,She didn’t realize it at first.Not until she finished eating.Not until she spoke without thinking,and nothing happened.No correction.No sharp look.No reminder to behave.Just silence.Normal.And for the first time in a long while,she didn’t feel watched.Didn’t feel shaped.Didn’t feel like she had to be ca

Skylar didn’t recognize her at first.Not because Irene wasn’t there,but because the pain had taken everything else.Her fingers twitched weakly against the bed, like they didn’t belong to her anymore.“I… Irene…” Skylar’s voice broke before she could finish. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”The words came out in pieces, drowning in her sobs.Irene stood there, unmoving.She had imagined this moment differently.Anger.Questions.Maybe even shouting.But none of it came.Because Skylar already looked… broken.For a moment, Irene said nothing.She just listened.To the apologies.To the uneven breathing.To the quiet, ugly sound of someone who knew they had no way to fix what they’d done.And the longer it went on,the harder it became to ask anything at all.Arnold had been right.There was nothing here for her.Nothing clean.Nothing useful.Only consequences.“Did you want to hurt me?” Irene asked finally, her voice quieter than she expected.Skylar shook her head immediately.Too fa

Irene knew something was wrong the moment she stepped outside.Not danger.Something quieter.Something that didn’t sit right.She slowed, her eyes lifting, and then she froze.This wasn’t a pack house.It was a castle.Tall towers rose into the sky. Thick stone walls stretched endlessly, built from dark rock that looked impossible to break. Everything about it felt deliberate. Controlled. Untouchable.Too much.Who would live in a place like this?Irene moved forward slowly, her gaze tracing the structure. The stone looked ancient, yet unshaken. Strong enough to outlive the people inside it.It said something without words.Power.A quiet thought settled in her chest.Werewolves and lycans.Both shifters.But not the same.Werewolves believed in fate. In bonds they couldn’t escape.Lycans chose.And once they chose… they didn’t turn back.Irene swallowed.She didn’t know which one was more dangerous.The cold wind brushed against her skin, sharp enough to pull her out of her thoughts