All Chapters of Divorced Mate: Now Untouchable: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Aria's POV The oil lamp sputtered and filled my hut with the smell of burning herbs. The night outside was cold. Lycus Vane braced one hand beside my head, caging me against the door. His breath was warm on my cheek.“Aria,” he murmured, voice rough, “you’re mine tonight.”His eyes held that faint gold that meant his wolf was close to the surface. When he kissed me, the world went quiet. I rose into it without thinking. This was our fifth anniversary. The night I thought he would finally mark me.His palm slid down my spine and drew me tight to him. My heart beat so hard it almost hurt. I had loved him long before I knew what love was supposed to be.Then he stilled.A thin hum threaded the air. The soft pull of a mindlink. His gaze unfocused. He let his mental shields slip to answer quickly. In his rush, a seam opened. The moment it did, something inside me stirred. My wolf, suddenly pressed against that seam and sound bled through.“Lycus?” Karl Draven’s voice carried hard and c

Aria’s POVThe crystal in my palm flickered with a rune. That’s Black Fen, the spirit-walker who had once traded part of my wolf’s essence for Lycus’s life. Our transaction had ended. Why was he calling me now?A chill crawled down my spine. I rejected the call and muttered, “Wrong rune. Spam.”Lycus looked up from the table. “Foreign signatures again? I’ll have someone re-ward your crystal pattern tomorrow.”Before I could reply, his own wristband chimed. It was soft, private, a tone I’d never heard him use for council business.It must be Sandra.Guilt flickered across his face. He declined and said quickly, “Council matter. I’ll take it in the hall.” Then he left.I stared after him, my fingers tight around the crystal. Beside the window, the moon-glass whistle I used for ward tuning glimmered faintly. It could pick up the nearest conversation if I wanted it to. I’d never used it that way until now.I drew a thread of energy into it. The bowl of light brightened, clearing to show L

Aria's POVLycus froze where he stood. His face drained of color. He’d seen those scars before. He was the one who’d tended them with trembling hands, whispering that I’d never be hurt again.Yet here I was on my knees, humiliated, because he’d stayed silent.Across the room, a man’s glass shattered in his hand. Blood ran down his wrist, red against the white marble. I felt his power before I saw him. Raw, cold, and dangerous.His golden eyes burned across the hall, locking on Sandra, then sliding to me. His aura hit the air like frost.“Let me go! This is against the pack law!”I twisted hard, but the two guards held me fast, one on each arm, their fingers digging into my skin.My gaze snapped to Lycus. “Look at me,” I said, teeth clenched. “Can you really stand there and say Sandra is Sundar?”The hall went quiet.My eyes were burning, but I refused to look away. On my back, the torn strap of my dress slipped lower, the cool air brushing old scars.He took an involuntary step toward

Aria’s POVThe hall was silent enough to hear a feather drop.Then the projection began to play.The air rippled, and the ward-screen brightened until the image sharpened. It was the stone chamber I knew too well. The Sauders’ old cellar, the place where I had almost died.On the screen, Sandra, five years younger, draped in a crimson riding cloak, wrapped her hand in my hair and slammed my head against a rusted pipe. Blood spilled down my lashes like red rain.“You filthy girl,” she spat at the version of me on the ground. “You stole eighteen years of my life. You should’ve died, Aria!”She struck me again and again.My younger self collapsed like a limp rag, her back a raw mess of open wounds and torn flesh. Sandra lifted a crocodile-skin whip and cracked it through the air.“Go to hell!”My younger self screamed curling in on herself, trembling violently. The sound tore through the hall like a blade.I heard wolves gasp. Someone swore under their breath.The memory washed over me.