All Chapters of My Forbidden Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyra's POV Since our return from the cottage, I've been gloomy, burdened by guilt for stressing George unnecessarily. Replacing all the silverware in the house brought a fleeting comfort but deepened my remorse.The following day, I couldn't find joy in my usual TV shows, my mind consumed by thoughts of my life and purpose. Skipping lunch, I drifted into a restless sleep on the couch, only to be haunted by a dream where my parents watched me fall, offering no rescue. I awoke gasping, heart pounding, the dream's vividness intensifying my already sour mood.George returned in the evening, noticing my uneaten lunch. "Let's go out," he suggested."I don't want to add to your stress," I confessed."Have I ever mentioned being stressed?" George's sincerity cut through my uneasiness.Reluctantly, I accepted his invitation and followed him upstairs. While he freshened up in his room, I did the same.I selected

Lyra's POV As I prepared to retire for the night, I was in the bathroom when I caught a whiff of George's scent, signalling his presence in my room. The gentle squeaking of my parrot confirmed it. I emerged from the bathroom and saw him standing. "Hey, looks like you're ready for bed," George remarked. Unable to find the right words, I simply hummed in response and turned my attention to the dressing mirror."I don't want us to argue, though it seems inevitable. We should try to resolve things before bed," he continued, taking a seat on the couch."I agree. But this is something I need to do," I replied, smoothing oil onto my skin.There was a moment of silence as if George was waiting for me to finish. When I stood up, he patted the space beside him, gesturing for me to join him."I only want what's best for you, and I need to be sure I can protect you out there. I don't know what might happen," he explained calmly."I understand, but I need to learn to navigate this world on my o

Lyra's POVFor the next few days, all I did was go to town and try to get a job, but I had no luck. I felt bad for stressing Sean and making him drive around all day."Why don't you take a break tomorrow?" George asked me one evening."If I do, I might just continue taking breaks," I said to him."Please, it's the weekend, so let's just spend the day together," he pleaded."Fine," I accepted reluctantly.Is getting a job this hard in the human world? Why does everyone keep asking for work experience and credentials?The next day, George took us to the beach after breakfast. This time, there were people around since it was daytime.It was relaxing, and I didn't remember the stress I'd had for the past few days. We lay on those beach beds."Quick question though, can't I work for the beach?" I asked George, who chuckled."Girl, you're obsessed with finding a job," he responded before his phone rang."Hello," he spoke, and I could hear a woman's voice from the other end."Excuse me," he

George’s POVAs night fell, her health worsened, sending shivers of fear down my spine. Hastily, I fetched a cold towel, hoping to relieve her fever.“How much did you endure in this job?” I whispered, my concern noticeable.A mere "Hmm" escaped Lyra's lips, betraying the depth of her suffering.I tended to her through the night, determined to ease her discomfort before the break of dawn signalled the start of a new day. The urge to summon the doctor tugged at me."George, there's no need to call him," Lyra croaked weakly."But what else can we do?" I pleaded, refusing to loosen my grip on her hand."I'm a werewolf, he doesn't grasp the complications of my biology. Running in our wolf form speeds up the healing process," she explained, her voice strained with pain."But you can't shift here. Should we head to the cottage?" I suggested, seeking a solution.She nodded weakly in agreement. Without hesitation, I snatched my keys and the one to the cottage, scooping her fragile form into m

Lyra's POV"Hey, Mum," George greeted as he entered the room."Finally, you came," she replied, her smile fleeting but warm."You must be the girl he's been talking about," she turned her gaze towards me."Good evening, Mrs. Elizabeth," I said, offering a polite smile."Evening...?" She gestured for me to introduce myself."Oh, I'm Lyra," I responded, feeling a hint of nervousness."That's not a common name around here," she commented, her curiosity evident."Hey, bro," a cheerful voice echoed from the stairs. Vera descended, her bright conduct lighting up the room as she wrapped George in a warm hug."How are you, Vera?" George inquired, his affection for his younger sister apparent. Vera was the embodiment of kindness in the household."This is my girlfriend," George announced, introducing me to his sister."Hi," Vera exclaimed, pulling me into an enthusiastic hug. "I'm Vera, his younger sister. Oh my goodness, you're so beautiful! I love your hair, your dressing, your nose..." She