All Chapters of My Forbidden Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lyra's POV Returning home never felt so satisfying. After a refreshing bath, we laughed and chatted into the night, reliving the events of the evening.The next day slipped into our routine, with George heading off to work while I settled into my artistic recreations and TV watching.My day took an unexpected turn when the phone rang, echoing through the empty house. With no housekeepers in sight, I reached for the rubber-coated receiver without hesitation.“Hello,” the voice resounded.“Oh, Hello Mrs. Elizabeth. Your son is at work right now,” I informed her.“As it should be. I was hoping to speak with you,” she responded in a stoic tone.“Okay? Is there a problem?” I inquired politely, sensing an underlying tension in her voice.“Sonia told me you had an encounter. Do you have any idea who she is?” Mrs. Elizabeth's tone turned sharper.“Ugh, the lady you want your son to get married to?” I replied, a hint of sarcasm creeping into my voice.“Exactly! And I still want that. So I'll

Lyra's POVI was lost in the pages of my book when George returned, looking more troubled than I'd ever seen him. After a quick shower, he reappeared in the sitting room, his face clouded with something he hadn’t yet shared.“How was work?” I asked, trying to sound casual, even though the tension was evident. He forced a smile.“Work was fine,” he replied, exhaling heavily. “But I went by the house today. I couldn’t keep avoiding it forever,” he admitted, running a hand through his damp hair.I placed the book on my lap, pressing my thumb against the open pages to mark my spot. “And I’m guessing your mother had a few words for you,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended.He gave a quick, humorless smile. “Yeah. Threatened to disown me, even,” he muttered, almost as if he didn’t believe it himself.A pang of sadness hit me, and I felt its weight settle heavily in my chest. No matter what she did, she was still his mother, the one person who should want his happiness more than a

Lyra's POV George led the way, holding the door open with a gentlemanly flourish. As we stepped outside, we turned back to express our gratitude to Professor Kira.“We truly appreciate what you did for us,” George said, his voice filled with sincerity.“Good luck finding what you seek,” Professor Kira replied as she closed her door behind her.Unable to contain my excitement, I let out a squeal of happiness. George responded with a warm smile as he opened the car door for me.Once settled inside, George's gaze locked onto the paper in his hands, intense and focused. “This is actually closer to our place than here,” he explained.“Really?” I asked, leaning closer to get a better look at the paper, my curiosity piqued.“Yes, it’s somehow on the outskirts of our city,” he elaborated, his enthusiasm infectious.“That’s great!” I beamed.“So, do you need anything before we go?” he asked, his eyes searching mine, wanting to ensure I was prepared.“Go? Are you planning for us to head out t

Lyra's POV The shaman settled back in her chair, her eyes drifting between me and George. She took a deliberate, dramatic pause, letting the air grow thick with anticipation.“Thousands of years ago,” she began, her voice a whisper of ancient stories, “humans and werewolves coexisted. They would descend from the mountains into the human world, mingling freely, trading goods, sharing stories. And the humans, in turn, ventured into the werewolves’ territory.” She stopped, watching us, allowing the weight of her words to sink in.“A few among them, young and bold, fell in love. It wasn’t common, but it happened. They found ways to be together, even when their worlds didn’t entirely approve. Soon enough, werewolves were living among humans, and humans were settling in the mountains, making lives together,” she continued, her gaze intense.George and I exchanged a quick glance, feeling a strange chill as we listened, hanging onto every word.“Children born of these two worlds,” she explai

Lyra's POV “I have so many questions,” George said, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of apprehension as he leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers. Ellen smiled knowingly. “I know. I'll answer them.” He took a breath, gathering his thoughts. “For a start, you said mixed breeds are extinct, but then you mentioned you’ve met two couples before. How is that possible?” His gaze sharpened. Ellen’s eyes softened. “Those two were the last,” she replied. “The few mixed breeds within the werewolf world faced harsh stigma. While a few managed to find acceptance, most felt the weight of that prejudice. Those who were fortunate enough mated with pure bloods, their children did the same, and so did their children’s children.” She paused, her expression distant. “As the years passed, the barriers between pure and mixed blood blurred until they vanished. Eventually, it was as though the mixed blood had been washed out entirely.” George’s brow furrowed as he considered her w