All Chapters of The Bite Of My Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The tension in the air was fierce even after the fight had come to an abrupt halt. Dust from the scuffle lingered in the breeze and the faint murmur of the dispersing crowd hummed in the air. Leo's hand was still stiffened in the air as he looked up. All focus shifted to the one who had stopped the fight. Alpha Eric stepped in the training ground, his presence commanding immediate attention. Eric strode forward with long, purposeful steps, his silver edge clock billowing slightly behind him. His guards flanked him, their expressions stoic and beside him walked Ethan. Ethan has been the one to deliver the news of the escalating fight. Ethan's eyes scanned the ground, his sharp gaW noting every detail, from the guards to the pack members.Leo straightened the moment he saw his father approach, wiping the sweat from his brow as he quickly stood to his full height. Aiden, however, didn't move right away. Sitting on the dusty ground, he tilted his head slightly, spitting blood to the sid

“That's one of Aiden's guards,” Marie whispered, her voice low, eyes flicking nervously to the man. “What's he doing here?”Lucy swallowed, her pulse quickening in her chest. She hadn't expected this. Aiden? Why would he send one of his men here? But before she could process the thought, the guard's eyes met hers. He bowed his head slightly, acknowledging her presence.Lucy stood frozen, feeling the weight of his gaze. Marie nudged her lightly, raising an eyebrow. “Well, aren't you going to ask him what he wants?”Lucy blinked and nodded, taking a step forward, slowly. The guard's posture was stoic and though he was clearly waiting for something, there was jonsign of urgency in his demeanor. As she approached, Marie's eyes darted back and forth between the two of them.The guard cleared his throat softly and addressed Lucy. “Miss Lucy,” he said, his voice calm and composed. “Prince Aiden has requested your presence.”Lucy's gaze flicked over to Marie, unsure of how to react. She lifte

Leo's expression darkened, his instinct sharpening. He motioned for Ethan to stay quiet, then moved silently toward the door.Ethan's back pressed against the wall near the door, his shoulders rigid as his fingers splayed wide, trembling faintly as if longing to shift into claws. His breaths were shallow but controlled, his focus unyielding. He couldn't fully shift—not here, not now—but his instincts surged, the wolf within straining to break free.Leo moved into position, his body low and tense, a predator ready to strike. His gaze bore into the doors, his thoughts racing. Whoever stood outside, if they had heard too much, they wouldn't leave this room without consequences. His fists clenched, knuckles whitening, a slow exhale leaving his lips to steady the simmering rage beneath.The door creaked open, a sound so small yet magnified by the charged air in the room. Ethan raised his fists higher, his stance widening, every muscle coiled to unleash a decisive strike. His mind darted th

There stood Ethan, his expression a mix of surprise and urgency.“I…” Ethan began, his eyes darting between the two of them, taking in their closeness. He cleared his throat awkwardly, taking a step inside the room. “I'm sorry to interrupt, but your father—he’s asking for you. I think it's urgent.”Leo's hand dropped from Isabella's face, his jaw tightening as his composure returned. He stepped back, putting distance between them as if to sever the thread that has been connecting them moments ago.“Tell him I'll be there soon,” Leo said, his voice sharp, his tone dismissive.Ethan hesitated, glancing at Isabella then back at Leo. He gave a curt nod before stepping out, closing the door behind him.The silence in the room became deafening. Isabella stood still, her expression unreadable, though her lips were slightly parted as if she wanted to say something.“You should go, Leo… your father wants to see you…” She said finally, her voice quiet.Leo sighed and nodded, his brows knitting

Lucy stood frozen, her thoughts colliding like waves in a storm. How did he know? How much does he know? Aiden's words— “You don't have your wolf, do you?”---still hung in the air, heavy. She bit down her teeth, clenching her jaw tightened as she struggled to find a response.What could she even say? Admitting it felt like ripping herself open, exposing the raw, shameful truth of what she was. How would he see me if I told him? she thought. Would he look at me like everyone else does—like I'm broken? Or worse, would he pity me?Her fingers twisted together nervously and her gaze darted to the ground. The words clawed at her throat, desperate to be spoken but she couldn't quite bring herself to let them out. The silence stretched between them and the weight of it pressed against her chest.Aiden, however, remained calm. She could feel his eyes on her, steady and patient, like he was giving her space to come to terms with what he already knew. Slowly, he stepped closer and before she co