All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Maryelle's POVI hang up, my fingers tightening around my phone as I stare at the house before me.A yellow beach house.Not what I expected.It lacks the regal austerity of most royal estates. No golden gates. No towering columns. No guards standing at attention.Just a quiet glow.Something warm.Something lived in.It looks less like the temporary residence of a king and more like the sort of place people escape to when they're trying to remember who they are.Sea mist drifts across the porch.Wind chimes sway softly in the breeze.The entire place feels like a secret."You made it."My pulse immediately betrays me.Lucian steps through the front door, sunlight catching in his dark hair.The morning light turns the damp strands gold at the edges.For a ridiculous moment, I forget why I'm here.My gaze snags on him.On the easy strength in his frame.The relaxed confidence.The warmth that settles in his eyes the second he sees me.As though he's genuinely happy I came.My chest tig

Maryelle's POV The vulnerability in his voice catches me off guard. "And when rumors reached me that you'd fallen in love with him..." He exhales slowly. "I let myself believe you were happy." My heart hurts. Because for the first time, I understand what those weeks might have looked like from his side. "I wasn't going to interfere." His gaze drops briefly. "But when I heard how he treated you..." His expression darkens. "When I heard how much you'd suffered..." His hands curl slightly. The movement is small. Controlled. But the anger behind it isn't. "I couldn't stay silent." The confession hangs heavily between us. "The intention wasn't to destroy your relationship." His voice lowers. "But I wasn't going to let him get away with hurting you unscathed." The ocean crashes outside. Louder this time. "There are moments when Lomi and I share consciousness." I blink. The explanation sends another cold realization crawling down my spine. "Usually we control it."

Maryelle’s POV “I'll go.” The words are final. Yet neither of us moves. “You should,” I promt. My hand doesn't get the memo because it reaches for his before I can stop it. His fingers close around mine immediately. Warm. Familiar. Inevitable. The contact steals what little resolve I have left. “You're not leaving. You said you'd leave,” I accuse quietly. A small laugh escapes him. “I'm trying here.” His thumb brushes across my knuckles. “My brain and legs don't seem interested in cooperating,” he admits sheepishly. I hate how much that makes me smile. “Maybe you should start walking away. Now.” “I am.” Neither of us lets go. Neither of us move. “I'm letting you go now,” I announce. His eyebrow lifts. “Are you?” I look down. Our hands are still tightly linked. “Oh.” His laugh is warmer this time. And somehow that makes leaving even harder. “So this is harder than we thought?” His question sounds suspiciously hopeful. “Apparently.” It takes several long

Bailey’s POV "I'm glad you agree, because saying reneging on our deal would be unforgivable."A strange laugh escapes him."It would definitely make me insane."The laugh dies almost immediately.Silence rushes in to fill the space.His smile remains.But his eyes don't.They stay fixed on me.Unblinking.Waiting.That's when I realize he isn't joking.He looks relieved.Almost gleeful."And I'm grateful, Bailey."His voice softens."I'm sorry if I'm scaring you."Then he sinks to his knees in front of me."I want to be good for you."Those words should ease my panic.Instead, they make it worse.The potion hasn't made him devoted.It's made him unstable.Obsessive.Dangerous.He starts pacing again.Then stops.Then paces once more.Like his thoughts are moving too fast for his body to keep up.One moment he's looking at me with affection.The next, his focus slips completely away.His gaze unfocuses.A faint smile tugs at his mouth.He's no longer standing in this room with me.Not

His silence tells me he knows exactly what I mean. "The pathetic golden boy who always needed saving. The Neanderthal with the need to use his fists for every disagreement." I scoff. "The royal puppy with a crown too heavy for his head." "Lucian, you sound obsessed." Maybe I am. The realization doesn't bother me anymore. I'm obsessed with her—everything about her. And I have no shame in confessing that truth. "Careful, Snake Boy." A smirk spreads across his face. "Your insecurities are showing." I arch a brow. "Funny." A slow smile spreads across mine. "Sounds like the realization that she chose me is finally sinking in. Does it hurt knowing she'll be in my arms for the rest of your pathetic life because I'm better than you'll ever be for her?" That lands. Hard. Phantom actually flinches. For a split second, I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. "It must kill you, Lucian." His eyes narrow. "Receiving my sloppy seconds. Being second." I actually laugh. "Nothing about tha