All Chapters of Divorced Mate: Now Untouchable: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lycus's POV I didn’t wait for dawn.I left the city for Aria's grave with only two guards. My wolf paced under my skin, restless.Aria’s grave was on the outskirts of Lunaris, where the land dipped low and the trees thinned. I’d chosen the spot myself after she was exhumed from the horrible place Sandra had buried her remains. It was quiet. A place where she could be at peace.Or so I thought.The scent of fresh earth hit me as I approached the grave.I slowed, heart pounding harder with every step, until the grave came into view and my world tilted.The tomb had been dug up.The stone marker lay broken to one side. The earth had been cleared with care. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. The coffin seal had been breached. The urn—Gone.For a long moment, I couldn’t move.The night pressed in on me, heavy and silent, broken only by my own breathing. My wolf growled low in my chest, a sound that vibrated through my bones.“No…” I whispered.I dropped to my knees without real

Aria’s POV  The room they assigned me was windowless. The walls were carved from black stone veined with faint silver runes. They weren’t for defense. They were for observation. Sight without presence. Sound without trace. A watcher’s room. I sat in the center chair, my left hand resting on the smooth armrest, my right wrapped carefully in linen and sigil-thread. The injury still ached, not sharply, but like something half-asleep that could wake at any moment. Sera stood behind me, quiet as ever. She had learned when not to speak. Across the far wall, the rune array shimmered

Lycus's POV  I don’t remember how long I stood there after the Spirit-walker’s words finished echoing in the cave. All I knew was the weight in my chest. It was  heavy and crushing, like my ribs were caving in from the inside. My wolf paced wildly beneath my skin, restless and furious, but even that familiar heat couldn’t burn away the cold spreading through my veins. ‘You killed her.’ The sentence repeated itself over and over, each time sinking deeper. I dropped to one knee without realizing it. The stone floor was icy, but I welcomed it. Pain was easier to handle than this hollow, gnawing emptiness.&

Astra’s POVThe room was sealed the moment I stepped inside.No guards. No witnesses. Just stone walls, warded thick enough that even a whisper of killing intent couldn’t leak out. I wanted it that way. What was about to happen wasn't for the pack, it was mine.Felix stood in the center of the room.The moment his eyes landed on me, his brows snapped together. He took one sharp step forward, then stopped short, nostrils flaring.“…You’re poisoned.”I didn’t answer.I closed the distance instead and stopped directly in front of him. Close enough that he could smell the faint, metallic wrongness in my blood, the toxin still clinging to my skin.Felix’s jaw clenched hard.“You’re insane,” he said, voice shaking with fury. “You knew it would transfer. You knew touching her and feeding her your blood would poison you too.”I met his gaze coldly. “And she’s alive.”“That doesn’t make it acceptable!”His fists tightened at his sides, knuckles whitening. “You’re the Alpha of Amurica. You don’

Lycus’s POVThe woman in my bed last night… was Sandra.The realization hit me like a fist to the chest.For a split second, I couldn’t breathe. The room felt too small, the air too thick, the pounding in my head too loud. Fragments of the night before flashed through me in jagged pieces. Heat, disorientation, the wrong scent clinging to my skin, my wolf snarling in protest even as my body betrayed me.It had to be aphrodisiac incense.I was still trying to piece together the chaos in my head, when a bold reporter surged forward, shoving a lens so close I could see my own reflection warped in the glass.“Alpha Vane,” he demanded, excitedly, “is Lady Sandra the woman you’ve been hiding in this residence for the past five years?”Another voice cut in immediately. “Alpha Vane, rumors say you’ve been devoted to only one woman all these years. Is that Lady Sandra?”“And if that’s the case,” a third added, nearly shouting over the others, “when’s the mating ceremony?”Wolves and humans ali