All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lucian's POV I dial the werepanther prince the moment I slide back into the car, the night pressing against the windows like a living thing. Traffic hums around me. Headlights streak across the windshield. The city glows and snarls beyond the glass, restless and unwilling to sleep. "Israfil. It's Lucian." "I gathered that." His voice is flat, stripped of its usual warmth. Like he's still deciding whether I'm worth tolerating. "Phantom's planning a visit to Falls Quaker." A beat of silence. "Your territory." "You want me to block him?" He sounds like he already knows the answer. Maybe he does. A month ago, I would've done everything in my power to keep Phantom away from Maryelle. Now the words coming out of my mouth surprise even me. "I'd rather you let him in." The silence stretches. Long enough to feel intentional. When Israfil finally speaks, the skepticism in his voice is impossible to miss. "Wouldn't that put you at a disadvantage?" His tone hardens. "Aren't

Lucian's POV I don't make it past the gate before I'm already calling Israfil.The wrought-iron bars loom in my rearview mirror, black and imposing beneath the floodlights. Gravel crunches beneath my tires as I brake harder than necessary.Patience has never been one of my virtues.He answers on the third ring."I'm almost there. Just parked the car," I say, climbing out before the engine is fully off.My body is already moving.Toward her.Always toward her."I'm on my way out," Israfil replies, maddeningly calm. "Wait for me. Don't obliterate my guards."I huff out a laugh."No promises."He appears sooner than expected.Composed.Collected.Observant.Nothing about him screams new royalty. If anything, he carries himself like someone born for it.His eyes flick over me once, assessing.Calculating.Always calculating."Where is she?"The question leaves me before any greeting can.Israfil's mouth twitches."Backyard."He turns."Follow me."I fall into step beside him.Stone pathw

Maryelle's POV We're on Israfil's plane, bound for Rome, Georgia.The cabin hums with the steady drone of the engines, a low vibration threading through the leather seats. Outside, the sky stretches endlessly black, scattered with stars that look impossibly far away.Lucian sits beside me, staring out the window.Quiet.Too quiet.The shadows carve sharp lines across his face, and even without our strange connection, I'd know something was bothering him.I lace my fingers through his and squeeze gently.He offers a smile.Small.Distracted.It never reaches his eyes."You're overthinking again," I say.His gaze drifts toward me."It helps when you share what's worrying you."A slow breath leaves him."Phantom's going to start a war."The words settle heavily between us."He'll want someone to pay for his mother's death.""But it wasn't you."I squeeze his hand tighter."The weresnakes had nothing to do with it. It's obvious Canum was behind Queen Margaret's murder."Lucian's jaw tigh

Phantom's POV The vial gleamed in my hand.I turned it slowly beneath the candlelight, watching the crimson liquid swirl against the glass.Days of work.Days of failures.Days of demanding more from my witches and warlocks than they thought possible.And now I finally had it.A love potion powerful enough to bend destiny itself.A slow smile tugged at my lips.Tomorrow, Maryelle would come back to me.Not because she wanted to.Not because she understood.Because I would make her see what she'd been too stubborn to accept.She belonged with me.She always had.The magic hidden inside the potion pulsed faintly against my palm.One dose.That was all it would take.I tucked the vial safely inside my jacket before leaning back in my chair.For a brief moment, I thought of Bailey's offer.Weeks ago, she'd suggested obtaining a potion through one of her own sources.At first, it had seemed convenient.But the more I'd thought about it, the more suspicious I'd become.Bailey wanted to be

Phantom's POV The castle had never felt this quiet.Not even in the dead of night.Not even during storms.The silence was different now.Heavier.It lingered in every corridor and wrapped itself around every breath I took.Everywhere I looked, I saw traces of her.A book she'd been reading.A half-finished embroidery project abandoned beside her favorite chair.Fresh flowers someone had placed outside her chambers.My mother's absence had become its own presence.A ghost haunting every room.A servant approached cautiously as I stood in the grand hall staring at nothing."My King?"I blinked.For a moment, I'd forgotten where I was."What?"The young woman flinched.The reaction twisted something ugly inside my chest.Everyone looked afraid of me these days.And I'd earned it.The servant swallowed."The royal planners would like to know your wishes for tomorrow's service."Tomorrow.The funeral.The word felt like a blade.I closed my eyes.My wishes.As if any of this mattered.As