All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Coyote Mate: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Bailey’s POV continued The bedroom door suddenly opens. I nearly scream. My entire body jerks. The book slips from my hands and crashes onto the floor. Phantom freezes halfway through the doorway. For a horrifying second, I think this is it. This is the moment. He's figured it out. Then his expression softens. "Goddess, Bailey." The concern in his voice catches me off guard. "You startled me." Relief crashes through me so hard my knees almost go weak. I force out a nervous laugh. "Sorry, Phan." My pulse refuses to slow. "I guess I'm just..." Exhausted. Terrified. Consumed by guilt. But I can't say any of those things. Instead I say: "Tired." He nods. "Me too." The words carry a sadness that makes my chest ache. For a moment, he simply stands there. Looking older. Grief has aged him. The sharp edges of his arrogance seem dulled. Like losing his mother carved something out of him. Something important. Then he walks farther into the room and sits on the edge

"That part is all you... with the help of Bailey." Every eye in the room lands on her. "Phan you broke my heart long before I ever laid eyes on Lucian." The words hit harder than they should. Because some small selfish part of me treasures them. Even now. Even here. He ignores everything she says, and tells her, "I won't be able to guarantee your safety in Rome if you stay with him." The threat is disguised as concern. Barely. Maryelle's expression hardens instantly. "The line's been drawn in the sand." Her voice carries through the dining hall. Calm. Certain. Terrifying. "Do what you need to do, Phantom." She sighs. "We'll respond accordingly." Then she hangs up. Just like that. Silence follows. Heavy. Absolute. I watch her. She meets my gaze. No hesitation. No regret. Just conviction. "I'm guessing everyone heard that?" Her voice sounds tired. "It was loud and clear." Israfil's answer comes immediately. His tone has changed. Dangerously so. Kat slams h

Maryelle's POV The drive to the weresnake palace takes less time than I expect. When we pass through the gates, awe steals the breath from my lungs. The palace unfolds like a secret whispered to the moon. Obsidian domes gleam beneath silver starlight, their polished surfaces reflecting the heavens above. The structure seems alive somehow, breathing with shadow and quiet power. Pale green runes pulse beneath sweeping archways, their glow shifting as our car passes beneath them. And the silence... It isn't empty. It's watchful. Ancient. Like the palace knows every secret ever spoken inside its walls and is waiting to learn yours too. Violet-flamed torches line the path, casting elegant serpentine patterns across the stone walkways. Massive snake statues stand guard on either side. Some are coiled in reverence. Others appear ready to strike. Gemstones glitter within their eyes, catching the firelight. Watching. Waiting. The air smells of moonflowers and spice, the scen

Maryelle's POV We've spent most of the night talking about everything and nothing. I'm laying on his bed, our bodies are pressed close, breaths syncing in the twilight. Lucian traces patterns on my arm, his heart pounding like a secret drum. I look at him, his golden eyes reflect the soft light. "What are you thinking about?" I ask."Just want to try a few things... Things that got interrupted before we made it to my palace," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're just as in control as I am. You say stop, and I stop."Oh... those kinda things. I blushed, biting my lower lip, and nodded. "So many places I want to kiss," he confessed. "So I'm gonna take my time," he finished, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I want to worship every inch of you."My gaze locked onto his. There was no hesitation in mind now, only trust and anticipation."Kiss me," I whispered.And he did. He kissed me until I couldn't breathe, until I couldn't think, until our surroundings blurre

Lucian's POV "Ride with me." Israfil is already climbing into a sleek black town car at the front of the motorcade. "Our guards and my royal fold will follow behind." I glance toward my own vehicle before sighing. "You're very bossy for a prince." "So I've been told." I slide into the seat beside him. The door closes. Silence settles between us as the procession begins moving. For several minutes, neither of us speaks. Which is unfortunate. Because there is something I need to say. Something that has been rattling around inside my skull for days. I clear my throat. "I'm in love with Maryelle." Israfil turns his head. Mild surprise flickers across his features before disappearing entirely. "A straight shooter." A corner of his mouth curves upward. "I respect that." The city drifts past outside his window. "But your actions over the next few months will either prove that statement true or expose it as bullshit." A laugh escapes me. Fair. Entirely fair. "I wasn't expect