All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

Maryelle’s POV No one speaks to me like I’m nothing. Yet Phantom did. His words coil in my chest, venomous and suffocating, forcing a growl past my lips. Rage burns hot, but beneath it, a hollow ache gnaws at me. I need air. Space. Anything to keep from hurling something—or someone—specifically him. I stalk the grounds, the cool night breeze licking at my overheated skin, each gust a reminder that I’m still alive, still standing. Phantom wants me gone? Fine. My thumb hovers over Israfil’s name, desperate for an anchor, but I freeze when a low, pained grunt splinters the silence. I stop cold. My breath falters. The groans—weak, desperate—thread through the night like broken music. My pulse spikes, dread crashing into me. Someone’s injured. Angry or not, the thought of Phantom hurt—vulnerable to the weresnakes and Canum—is unbearable. Damn it, I hate myself for caring, especially when it’s undeserved. I move before my thoughts can catch up. My footsteps skim the ground,

Lucian’s POVAn invisible force jolted me upward, forcing life back into my veins, breath into my lungs. It took a minute to realize where I was. Darkness pressed in, heavy and suffocating. Soil clogged my throat, my lungs, my every desperate attempt at breath. Each heartbeat was a war, each second a battle against the weight of the earth. I was buried alive. The earth was a coffin. Soil pressed against my eyes, my lips, my ears. Each second slowed, strangled by the weight above me. I should have been gone—a casualty of a cruel prophecy. But I wasn’t. And beneath the soil, I could hear everything. Phantom’s voice carried through the night, vile and venomous, tearing my girl down, stripping her of worth. “But I can do this.” Her voice shook, trepidation tangled with determination. “I don’t care what you can do.” He sneered, agitated, the words borderline abusive. “You are not going in there. PTSD hits people differently, and I need everyone at full capacity to make sure my mo

Oh, Phantom. You may not wanna trust Lucian’s 'help'. 👀Thank you for reading! See you in the next chapter. ❤️

Phantom’s POVThe room was dim, shadows stretching long across the walls. I sat hunched on the edge of the bed, staring at the ring Maryelle had thrown at me. Its dull glint mocked me from the nightstand, a reminder of everything I had destroyed. Enough of my memories had returned to know exactly how much we had loved each other—how deeply, how recklessly, how completely. Every kiss, every promise, every whispered vow of eternity burned through me now. And yet I pretended not to remember. Pretended she was just another stranger. Pretended she was nothing. Because once Dr. Malcolm’s email arrived, everything changed. His words were clinical, final: her intercrossed status was irreversible. Permanent. No cure. No reversal. No chance of heirs untainted by the DNA of an experiment gone wrong. And with that, the future I had imagined with her collapsed. I told myself it was duty. That I was protecting my people, my crown, my bloodline. But the truth was simpler, crueler: I was a cowa