All Chapters of Unapologetically Mine: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Tristan POVI can’t wait to get back home. I should be there with my little star, taking her shopping for the wedding dress I already booked an appointment for tomorrow. Instead, I’m stuck here, waiting—for the mole.Someone’s been feeding Marcus Page our inner intel. His men shadow Derek and Rachel relentlessly; Marcus can’t get close to me. He knows I’m helping Derek. A rumor’s been planted among my men that I’m meeting Derek in Asteria to discuss the plan—I’m certain Marcus will show.When I find him, he’ll wish he’d never been born.Derek sits nervously in one of Jeremy’s clubs, unaware of my approach.“You should be more alert if you want to protect your sister,” I say, the irony not lost on me since I’m nowhere near finding her.“Mr. Wolfe,” Derek stands quickly.I settle across from him, motioning for him to sit.“I followed your instructions. Took Rachel and her friends to the club. Your men created the distraction. We sent her to Mr. Harper,” Derek says, shifting nervously.“

Kyda's POVMy heart thundered, blood rushing through my veins, the moment he stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped snugly around his tapered waist. I had always known he was well-endowed, but watching him prepare—the way his muscles flexed, tattoos shifting with each movement—ignited something deep inside me. Every motion he made stirred a fire I hadn’t anticipated. I had read countless stories about the tall, dark, brooding type, never truly believing it—until I saw Tristan and finally understood their magnetic allure.His lethal physique, that brooding intensity, and the dangerous aura he carried like a second skin captivated everyone around him. I was no exception. He was the most breathtaking sight I had ever encountered, and somehow, this felt so natural. The two of us getting ready together, like we'd known each other for a lifetime.I couldn’t help but steal glances at him.“If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll be late for our appointments,” he t

Kyda's POVWe stepped into the shop, where a striking woman awaited us. She looked far too young to be a mother of three, yet her features mirrored Tristan’s with an undeniable resemblance. She reminded me of Amara—radiant, vibrant, and full of life.She greeted me with a warm, motherly hug that squeezed my heart. My throat tightened, and a sob threatened to escape, but I held it back. I wanted her to accept me. Tristan excused himself, leaving us to browse.I truly despised my wedding gown—a monstrous creation chosen by Rebecca. No wonder Amara had laughed, and Elara struggled to keep a straight face. I dreaded this moment, worried Amara might be like Rebecca. But the warmth radiating from her presence eased my fears.The assistant presented dress after dress, but none captured my or Amara’s attention.Then she revealed a lace A-line gown. “This gown features soft lace and delicate details adorning layers of tulle. It boasts a sultry plunging V-neckline with supportive illusion mesh,

Kyda POVWe are getting married at Wolfe Ancestral Home. It's old and classic, with a beautiful garden. They stay a little away from the general population with zero noise of traffic. It's peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.I am getting married again. I am nervous and hungry. Amara-Tristan’s mother arranged everything, but to my taste. I love the gown this time, though.It’s a simple garden wedding with just Tristan’s family and friends. We are not going on a honeymoon. Dr. Ashley thinks travelling would be taxing for baby and me.Clay Wolfe is a handsome man, just like his son. He is going to walk me to the altar. This was our first meeting, and I already love him. He reminds me of my dad; I miss him.“I am going to be Granddad, and I am going to spoil him. By the way, you look beautiful, Kyda.” Clay as the first time seeing me.“If it is okay, I would love to walk to the altar.” Clay requested.“Thank you, Mr. Wolfe." I choked out.“It’s my honor, sweetheart. You