All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Phantom’s POVSomething shifted in my mother’s expression. Not agreement. Doubt. “I always liked Maryelle,” Mom admitted, though she looked torn. The statement landed like a challenge. A pulse throbbed behind my temples. “Then you didn’t know her, Mom. She broke my heart. She wanted Lucian the entire time she was with me.” The words came out harsher than I intended. Mother stared at me. Vahlia stopped eating entirely. The silence stretched. For some reason, it made me uncomfortable. Like I’d broken some invisible rule. “Are you sure, son? That… doesn’t sound like the Maryelle I know,” my mother said quietly. A surge of irritation flared. Hot. Immediate. “Can we stop making her a saint? She cheated on me. Broke my heart.” The statement felt true. “I defended her—chose her time after time, when I shouldn’t have.” Also true. “I fought for her.” True again. Yet something felt missing. Something important. Something I couldn’t quite reach.

Maryelle’s POVThe morning is soft with mist—the kind that blurs the edges of the world and makes everything feel like a memory already forming. I sit on the porch steps, coffee cooling in my hands, watching dew bead across the grass. The air smells of pine and ash, laced with something faintly sweet—like the last breath of summer. Lucian appears beside me, barefoot, hoodie half-zipped, hair damp from the shower. Clean and unguarded, he looks younger, almost boyish, though the quiet strength in his frame never fades. Droplets cling to the ends of his dark hair, catching the pale light like silver threads. His gold eyes—brighter now, carrying more light than shadow—rest on me with a steadiness that makes the silence feel safe. He doesn’t speak at first. Just sits. Close, but not touching. Yet I feel him in a way I’ve never felt anyone before. The kind of presence that makes me reconsider today’s goodbye. “I packed,” I say quietly. “I know.” We sip in silence. The kind that no

Maryelle’s POVThe airport hums with its usual rhythm—voices echoing, wheels rolling, announcements breaking through the air—but for me, it feels heavier. More intimate. As if every sound is muffled by the weight of what I’m carrying inside. One phone call from Israfil had been enough. By the time I arrived, John was already waiting, his stance protective, the private jet gleaming behind him like a silent sentinel. Israfil’s reach was long, his loyalty unshakable. Even from afar, he had ensured I wouldn’t face this journey alone. I step into the cabin, the leather seats gleaming, the faint scent of cedar and jet fuel mingling. The engines hum steady, but inside me, nothing feels steady at all. The entire flight, my thoughts circle back to Lucian. Lucian barefoot in the mist. Lucian’s gold eyes catching the light. Lucian’s voice, steady and unyielding, telling me I was becoming. The what ifs press in like turbulence. What if I’d stayed one more day? What if I’d let myself dream of

Maryelle's POV “I thought you were training with Israfil and his royal crew for another day,” my mom says when she finds me in the kitchen, curled around a carton of ice cream like it’s a flotation device. She doesn’t judge. She simply opens a drawer and hands me a spoon. “Everything alright?” “Just tired,” I lie. “Training was... intense.” She frowns. “You look sad to be away from them. Don’t worry, I’m sure your friends will pop up at any minute. They always do.” I offer a noncommittal shrug. “I know.” She leans down and kisses my forehead. “Rest. Eat. You’ve lost weight. I text the group: [I'm sure Iz has already told everyone, but in case he hasn't, I'm home. Safe and sound.] No response. Not right away. I scoop at the ice cream, but the sugar does nothing. I can barely taste it. Is it insane to miss someone this much already? My eyes drift to my phone, rereading Lucian's last message. [Have a safe flight, Diyosa.] Then the door creaks open. Anna bursts in first,

Maryelle's POVThe café is tucked between a bookstore and a florist, its windows blurred with steam and washed in golden light. Inside, the air hums with warmth. Cinnamon, roasted coffee beans, and the faint sweetness of pastries mingle together, wrapping around me like a blanket.Lucian holds the door open, one hand braced against the frame as I step inside.The moment I cross the threshold, the world softens.The rain becomes a distant murmur.The cold slips away.And somehow, so does the rest of my anxiety.Maybe it's the café.Or maybe it's him.He looks different here.Less like a king.More like a man.His dark hair is damp from the rain, curling slightly at the ends. Tiny droplets cling to the collar of his jacket. The fairy lights overhead catch in his gold eyes, turning them brighter, warmer.Dangerously easy to get lost in.I realize I've been staring when one corner of his mouth lifts.Heat immediately rushes to my cheeks.His smile deepens.He noticed.Of course he noticed