Semua Bab Divorced Mate: Now Untouchable: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Aria’s POVI woke up, and for a brief moment, I thought I was still trapped in that long, heavy sleep that pressed down on my chest and blurred the edges of time. My wolf stirred first, stretching cautiously, no longer panicked but still alert. The pain hadn’t vanished; it lingered deep and dull, yet it no longer felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside.I was alive.That realization came like light seeping through fog.The room smelled of herbs, faint antiseptic, and moonleaf. Astra always used it when he wanted my body to rest.I tried to move my fingers. They didn’t respond at once.“Easy,” a soft voice said close by. “Don’t rush it.”I turned my head with effort and saw Sera sitting beside the bed.She looked exhausted. Shadows rested beneath her eyes, and her clothes had clearly been changed in a hurry. “Sera,” I murmured. My throat was dry, the word coming out hoarse.Her eyes lit up at once. “You’re awake.”She stood so suddenly the chair scraped against the stone f

Aria's POV I wasn’t supposed to be out of bed.Sera had been very clear about that, her tone gentle but unyielding as she adjusted the wards around the room and reminded me again, that my wolf was still knitting itself back together. Too much movement would slow down the healing process. Too much stress could undo days of careful work.I nodded. I agreed. I waited.And the moment she stepped out to fetch fresh medicine, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed anyway.It wasn’t defiance. It was instinct.The bond stirred, soft, insistent, like a pull beneath my ribs. Astra was back. I didn’t need anyone to tell me. My wolf had lifted her head, ears pricked, heart quickening with a mix of anticipation and unease.He’s here.I wrapped myself in a cloak, careful to keep my injured hand close to my body, and slipped out through the side passage meant for servants. The corridors were quiet at this hour, every step felt stolen.I told myself I just wanted to see him. From a distance. Just

Aria’s POVI came back to consciousness in silence.The air was flat, stale, stripped of scent so completely that even my wolf stirred in confusion, pacing inside me with no direction to orient herself.I tried to inhale deeper. Nothing.Panic rose fast, but I forced it down before it could take over. Panic wasted strength, and I didn’t have much to spare.Stone pressed against my back. My wrists were bound, firm enough that struggling would only scrape skin raw. My ankles were free, but the floor beneath me sloped unevenly, making it hard to find leverage.It was an underground basement. Ward-sealed.I swallowed hard.That explained the silence and lack of scent. Also the emptiness where my bond should have been a steady pull toward Astra’s presence.Someone had cut me off.“Hello?” My voice came out hoarse, swallowed almost immediately by the stone walls.No answer.I tried again, louder this time. “Is anyone there?”Still nothing.My wolf pressed against my ribs, uneasy now. She tr

Aria's POV Astra’s voice didn’t waver. “Years ago, when you went to the Spirit-walker, you paid a price far greater than you realized.”“I gave blood,” I said slowly. “And my eggs.”“Yes,” he replied. “And part of your wolf essence.”My breath caught. “My… wolf?”“When you agreed to the exchange, she followed you,” he said quietly. “By instinct.”My pulse roared in my ears.“Your essence neutralized the venom in my blood,” Astra continued. “It only worked because the bond already existed. You were my mate.”Mate.The word settled deep in my chest.“You remember that night,” he went on. “You knew he would die if you didn’t agree. You believed that was everything.”My chest tightened.“But it wasn’t,” he said. “Your eggs were fused with my essence, my blood, my wolf. That’s how the children were conceived. They were always ours.”Silence stretched between us.“You were never told,” Astra said, regret finally breaking through. “I thought hiding the truth was the only way to protect you

Astra’s POVCharles found the photo in the morning.I knew because I heard Charlotte gasp from the next room, followed by hurried footsteps and Charles’s voice dropping into that quiet, proud tone he used when he thought he had discovered something first.I hadn’t slept. Aria’s condition had worsened again overnight. The strength from my mark had steadied her briefly, but her wolf was still fading beneath the surface. Every breath she took was labored.So I didn’t stop them but stood just outside the doorway, watching.Charles sat cross-legged on the rug, holding the photograph carefully. It was one of the few I had kept of Aria before the fire. Her hair loose, her expression turned slightly away, as if caught mid-thought.Charlotte knelt beside him, her hair a soft mess.“That’s really her?” she whispered.Charles nodded. “Look at her eyes.”“They look like yours.”“No. Mine looks like hers.”Charlotte touched the edge of the photo gently. “She’s pretty.”“She’s our mother,” Charles