All Chapters of Sweetest Mistake: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Irene’s Point of View The moment he pulled away…I felt it.Not relief.Not anger.Something worse.Like I had just lost something I didn’t even understand.Then I saw it.That smirk.Small.Satisfied.“Does that mean I have your permission?” he asked.Just like that,Everything snapped back into place.My chest tightened.Heat rushed to my face, sharp and unforgiving.I stepped back, my stomach twisting.Of course.Of course he would turn it into that.I had let him get close.Let him take control.And now he stood there like he had won something.Like I was just another game.I hated it.Hated him.But more than that,I hated myself for not stopping it.For wanting it.For responding.I swallowed hard, my throat burning.No.I couldn’t stay here.Not like this.Not with him looking at me like that.I turned and ran.Straight for the cave entrance.No thinking.No hesitation.Just distance.I shifted mid-step, my body moving on instinct. Bones cracked, muscles stretched, and in the

Irene’s Point of View“What does it mean to be the alpha’s woman?”The question left my mouth before I could stop it.Curiosity won.Over fear.Over pride.Arnold wouldn’t answer me.So I found someone who would.“You don’t know?” the woman asked, clearly surprised.Then she paused.Like she remembered where I came from.“Oh… forgive my tone.”I waved it off.“It’s fine. Please, just tell me.”“This must be confusing for you,” she said gently. “We are the only Lycan pack. We live apart from the others. Our ways… aren’t the same.”“I noticed,” I said quietly.I didn’t want a long explanation.But I let her continue.“In your kind’s tradition,” she said, “the Moon Goddess chooses your mate. A bond forms. It strengthens your connection. And if one dies… the other may be given a second chance.”I nodded.“That’s true.”That was the only way I knew.“But for us,” she continued, “it’s different. We choose our partner ourselves. And once we choose… it’s for life.”She paused.Then added soft

Irene’s Point of ViewThree hours.The number wouldn’t leave me alone.It echoed in my head, louder than the waterfall.I was six.How was that even possible?I stared at the water, trying to picture it, trying to force a memory that refused to come.I couldn’t understand how I, a child, had managed to keep an eleven-year-old alive like that. Acting fast, choosing not to run for help… that part, I could accept.But the rest?It didn’t feel real.“You held my head above the water,” Arnold said quietly, like he could hear the doubt I wasn’t saying out loud. “You kept it there until the poison wore off and I could move again.”I looked up at him. “I did?”The surprise in my voice felt genuine.Too genuine.“Wow…” I let out a small breath. “I must’ve been… really kind.” I hesitated, then added, “How long did it take?”Arnold laughed softly.Not mocking.Just… knowing.“You did it,” he said. “For about three hours.”My breath caught.“Three hours?”I stopped walking and sat down on a large

Irene’s POINT OF VIEW“Don’t be silly.”The words came out sharper than I intended, mostly because every small movement sent pain crawling across my back.I pushed myself upright anyway.Arnold watched me too closely. Like if I moved wrong, I would break open again right in front of him.“Okay…” he said slowly, clearly not convinced. “Eat slowly.”The bowl was still warm in my hands. Steam curled upward, rich and comforting, and for a second, I just stared at it.Then I took a sip.My eyes widened before I could stop myself.It was good.Too good.Maybe the best thing I had ever tasted.Luna Lorraine had always controlled what I ate. Nothing too flavorful. Nothing indulgent. Meals were meant to keep me healthy, not happy.“I can tell the food is good,” Arnold said quietly.I looked up.He was leaning against the bedpost with his arms crossed, watching me with a faint smile. The darkness from earlier had faded from his face, but exhaustion still clung to him heavily.He had not slept a

Irene’s POINT OF VIEWThis was my first time stepping inside the training grounds.Before now, I had always avoided this place completely.Even walking near it used to make me nervous.The warriors terrified me.When they sparred, they stopped looking human. Their growls echoed through the air like wild animals ready to tear each other apart. Teeth flashed. Fangs showed. Sometimes blood followed.I could never understand how anyone watched calmly.Luna Lorraine certainly never expected me to.My lessons growing up had nothing to do with fighting or defending myself. I was taught etiquette, discipline, traditions , all the things expected from a future Luna.Protection was the warriors’ responsibility.Not mine.The warriors were trained to throw themselves between danger and their Alpha or Luna without hesitation, even if it cost them their lives.And if I was being honest…Luna Lorraine never treated that sacrifice with much respect.Sometimes, the way she looked at the warriors mad