All Chapters of Chosen Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

IRISHoly fucking shit!My breath ceased for a couple of seconds. Even if I wanted to breath, I couldn't do it. How could I possibly do that when the truth I knew was now a lie to me and everyone around at the moment? Never in a million years woukd I ever have been able to imagine that these men would think about doing such a thing. At most when they found out about my presence with them when they were laying the trap, they should have attempted to kill me so that their plans would not fail. Yet, they had gone on to continue the preparation and still ruined it with their very own hands.All for what? Because they wanted to get me out of their ways?How could these people even turn the table around in just a matter of minutes?"What the hell does this mean?!"I snapped back to reality when I heard the annoyed voice of Alpha Arnold backing at me. I knew at once that I had somehow gotten into a mess that would be hard for me to clean up. Or perhaps it was the man who had done the report

ALPHA ARNOLDIn a world that was supposed to buzz with conversations, I chose silence. I became an observer, a silent participant in the grand theatre of life. No words escaped my lips; they remained locked within me, carried away by the river of thoughts that flowed endlessly. I was absorbing every gesture, every expression made by the people around me.All through the ride back to the pack, I didn't say a word to anyone. In the quiet corners of my mind, I analyzed and dissected. I pondered the intricacies of human connection, the dance of emotions that guided us through life's labyrinth. My silence wasn't a barrier; it was a bridge that connected me to others in a way that spoken words never could. They understood me just right and didn't bother saying anything to me aside necessities.As night fell, the room gradually emptied. The laughter and chatter that had filled the air throughout the day faded into whispers, and then silence. I watched as one by one, the occupants of the room

ALPHA ARNOLD'S POV The next morning, as I returned to the pack, a sense of tension lingered in the air. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on my mind, and I knew that our careful plans were now being put to the test. As I stepped into the pack's territory, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to take a more challenging turn.My apprehensions were confirmed the moment I arrived – there, at the heart of the pack, stood Dylan. His presence was a jarring contrast to the serenity of the surroundings, and his demanding posture signaled that he meant business. He was seeking permission to search our pack, his intent clear despite the veneer of civility he attempted to maintain.As I approached, the glint of determination in his eyes met my gaze, and I braced myself for the confrontation that was about to unfold. Every fiber of my being was prepared to defend our secrets, to maintain the facade of ignorance that we had so carefully constructed."Dylan," I acknowled

ARNOLD'S POVThe journey back to my mansion felt like an eternity, each step a reminder of the physical and emotional exhaustion that had settled within me. The weight of my decisions, the consequences of my actions, seemed to press down on my shoulders, making the trek feel more arduous than it should have.The scuffle with Dylan had been a chaotic release of pent-up frustration, and the repercussions of that clash still lingered in the air, heavy with uncertainty. But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, the knowledge that Iris was safe brought a small glimmer of relief, a reprieve from the chaos that had consumed me.My body ached, bruises forming like battle scars across my skin. Every step was a reminder of the fight, the physical exertion that had taken its toll. I had faced off against Dylan, unleashed my anger in a reckless display of force, and now I bore the marks of that confrontation.Finally, I stepped into the mansion, the familiar surroundings a welcome sight. The silence

IRIS' POVThe city buzzed with life around me, a stark contrast to the tense days I had spent in the werewolf world. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a sense of relaxation settled over me, like a heavy weight being lifted from my shoulders. The familiar sounds of traffic, the hustle and bustle of people going about their daily lives – it was a comfort, a reminder of the world I had missed during my time away.Being back among humans felt like a reprieve, a return to the normalcy I had longed for. The days had been marked by uncertainty, danger lurking in every corner as I navigated the unfamiliar territory of the werewolf packs. But now, the city streets stretched before me, offering a sense of freedom and familiarity that was both comforting and reassuring.As I went about my daily routine, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the simplicity of human life. The little things I engaged in took on a new significance. They were reminders of the world I had temporar