All Chapters of Divorced Mate: Now Untouchable: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aria’s POVMy lips twitched.That reckless decision of mine would probably stay a one-time mistake. I only wanted to leave Lunaris and live in peace. Astra didn’t need to know that.“Let’s eat.”I picked up my fork and began eating.Astra didn’t push the matter further. He ate with effortless, aristocratic precision. That alone told me enough about his background.And I had vowed never to entangle myself with wolves like that again.The live stream was still running on the stone.Lycus burst back into the healing wing, panting. When he saw the rogue wolf waving the blade near Sandra, his eyes went scarlet.“Name what you want. Whatever it is, I’ll give it. Just don’t harm her!”Sandra saw him and screamed louder.“Lycus! Help me! Please!”The rogue’s agitation spiked at her cries. He swung the bone blade wildly.In one heartbeat, Lycus lunged, yanked Sandra out of reach and the blade slashed across his arm.Blood sprayed into the air.“Lycus!”Sandra clung to his bleeding arm, sobbing

Third-Person POVSandra was quite pleased with how things were unfolding.She smiled smugly.“As long as you do what I say, I guarantee you’ll be living comfortably.”“Yes, Ms. Sauders. I await your orders.”Canice lowered his gaze, hiding the disgust that flickered in his eyes.He couldn’t afford to offend Alpha Lycus, not when he still needed money for his younger sister’s healer fees.Once Sandra straightened her healer’s gown, she spoke with unsettling calm:“Have someone track Aria. The moment she’s alone, grab her. I want her right hand smashed. She’ll never weave sigils again.”Canice’s face turned visibly pale.“Ms. Sauders… perhaps someone else should handle this. Aria knows me. She’ll recognize me immediately.”Sandra let out a cold sneer.“Hire someone? With whose money? Yours? You think Aria deserves my money? That bitch deserves to be flayed. What, are you hesitating?”She waved the incriminating crystal-image at him.Canice froze, like she’d wrapped a chain around his th

Third-Person POV The moment Lycus heard the voice on the other end of the rune crystal, the quill in his hand snapped clean in two. “What did you just say? Which Healers’ Hall? I’m coming now!” Phantom immediately gave him the name of the Central Moon Healers’ Hall. Lycus’s pulse hammered. Why had Aria gone to the outskirts?Who in the realm had crushed her hand?Was she… even alive? His thoughts spiraled as he bolted out of the council chamber and sprinted straight

Lycus POVPhantom stood there looking desperate. She was like someone barely surviving and would cling to any job offered.Then my mind went to Aria, who had always been proud… fiercely so. She guarded her craft as if it were her heartbeat. And would rather bleed out than ask for pity.The moment she woke and realized she could never hold a carving pen again, she would break.And I knew I was the last wolf she needed beside her when that happened.I was the one she hated most right now.Being near her would only make everything worse. Having someone else care for her wasn’t just better but necessary.“Fine,” I said, reluctantly. “I’ll pay you triple. Just make sure she’s cared for.”Phantom agreed instantly.They wheeled Aria into her room.A heartbeat later, I heard her panicked voice as she woke up. Aria’s POVThe sterile, moon-white ceiling sharpened into view, and the throbbing in my fingers dragged everything back.The forest, mallet, and helplessness.“How’s my hand? Tell me I

Aria's POV Darkness peeled away slowly.My mind surfaced first, heavy and fogged, followed by the painful awareness of my body.I tried to move but couldn’t.Something rough and cold constricted my arms, legs, and even my ribs. At first, I thought it was rope, but then a sharp sting pulsed through my skin. Burning, numbing, and spreading.Wolf-poison. My breath hitched.They were vines soaked in wolf-poison sap, the kind used to restrain rogue werewolves or unstable shapeshifters. Even the slightest movement sent waves of venom buzzing under my skin, freezing my limbs further.Panic surged up my throat.Where was I?The scent of damp stone told me I was underground or in some forgotten building near the outskirts. My cheek pressed against the cold floor. I managed to lift my head an inch.Then I saw Sandra sitting on a wooden crate. Her healer’s gown was gone. She now wore torn travel clothes, black smudges painted across her cheek as though she had clawed her way through a forest.M