All Chapters of Divorced Mate: Now Untouchable: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lycus’s POVThe moment I dragged Sandra out of the burning warehouse, she collapsed against me, wailing at the top of her voice. “Lycus—thank the Moon goddess, I thought I’d die!”Before I could respond, a scout burst in, shouting over the roaring flames:“Alpha Lycus—Aria’s still inside!”My heart slammed against my ribs. A ringing sound filled my ears. For a moment I forgot how to breathe.“What did you just say?”Aria… still inside? What’s she doing here? Nobody told me she was also kidnapped.Before I could react, the roof, already weakened by the flames, gave out with an explosive crash.The entire structure collapsed inward, swallowed whole by fire.“No!”I lunged toward the blaze, but hands grabbed my arms and my shoulders, pulling me back.“Alpha Lycus! You can’t go in!”“My lord, the flames are too strong—!”Sandra clung to my cloak, shrieking, “Lycus, stop! You’ll die!”She was shaking violently, whether from fear, I couldn’t tell.But I didn’t hear them. All I saw was Aria

Lycus’ POVI woke with a jerk.Bright light stabbed my eyes, and for a moment the world spun. A healer hovered over me.“Alpha Lycus—can you hear me?”Before I could answer, Sandra rushed to my bedside, clutching the railing with trembling hands.“Lycus! Thank the Moon you’re awake! Are you hurt? Are you dizzy?”Her hair was matted with ash, her cheeks streaked with smoke. She looked like she had crawled through the fire herself.But my mind shot somewhere else entirely.The flames. The collapsing beams.The faint cry I thought I heard.“Aria?”My hand shot out, gripping Sandra’s wrist.“Did you save her? Where is she?”Sandra gasped. “L-Lycus… you’re hurting me—”“I asked you,” I said, my voice raw, “where is Aria?”Before Sandra could answer, one of my men burst into the room, face grim.“Alpha— the fire’s been extinguished. But… Miss Aria didn’t make it. There’s a body in the ruins. The fire squad asks if we’ll claim the remains.”For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.“What… did you sa

Aria's POV Where was I?My body felt like it had been torn apart and stitched back together by rough hands. Everything hurt. Not a single place was spared. Heat lingered deep in my bones, as if the fire had followed me into the dark.Someone was talking.The voice kept drifting in and out of my head, low and urgent, too close to my ear. It was noisy. Annoyingly so.‘Stop…’ I wanted to say. ‘Please stop.’But my lips wouldn’t move. My throat felt sealed shut.How did I end up like this?The question floated weakly through my mind.I never thought I was a wicked person. If anything, the worst sin I ever committed was stealing Astra’s innocence for one reckless night. But even that goddess had been mutual.I lived quietly. I followed the rules. I endured what I was given. And yet, since the moment I was switched at birth, everything had gone wrong.Fragments of my life passed before my eyes.I have spent every day since I was eighteen, in the hell that was Sauders’ house.Beatings. Hum

Aria’s POV The burn salve stung every time I moved my face.It wasn’t sharp pain anymore but a constant pull, like my skin was too tight and raw under the bandages. No matter how often the healers cleaned it, the smell of herbs and smoke clung to me. They told me the burns would heal well if I rested. That my wolf would help over time.I nodded and agreed. Then I ignored them. Lord Astra was awake today. That was the only thing that mattered. The corridor outside his chamber was quiet in the way only places near death ever were. Thick stone walls. Low rune lights glowing softly. The air smelled of medicine and eucalyptus.I paused at the door and pressed my left hand against it to steady myself.My right arm was bound tight to my side, wrapped in layers of cloth and sigil-thread to hold the broken bones in place. It felt like dead weight. Every heartbeat sent a dull reminder up my arm that I was injured, slower and no longer whole.I pushed the thought away.Astra only woke for a

Aria's POV I never thought I would return to Lycus Vane’s territory like a thief in the night, moving through shadows with my hood pulled low and my pain wrapped tight inside my chest.Felix had sent two of Astra’s men with me. Silent, disciplined wolves who knew how to move without leaving a trace. They didn’t ask questions. They didn’t look at my bandaged right hand or the burns creeping along my jaw. They only watched the perimeter, listened to the wind, and waited for my signal.That alone told me how serious this was.The outer wards of Vane’s stronghold were unchanged. Same rune pattern. Same defensive pulse. I knew them better than anyone because I had drawn them myself.That thought should have hurt but it didn’t.We slipped through a blind point near the western archive, where the stone dipped slightly and the rune flow stuttered for half a breath before correcting itself. Lycus had never noticed. He’d trusted me too much back then to question my work.Irony was cruel like t