All Chapters of My Forbidden Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

George's POV The shaman’s words sent an icy shiver down my spine. I silently prayed that Lyra would never have to use what we had just discussed, hoping that fate might spare her from it.“When you’ve made your decision, come back to see me,” Ellen said. “I’ll explain the steps we’ll need to take.”Wordlessly, I reached into my wallet, pulling out almost all the cash I had without even counting. I placed it gently on the table in front of her, as if this small gesture could convey the depth of my gratitude. “Thank you for your time and for the herbs. We truly appreciate what you’re doing for us.”She gave a small, warm smile. “You’re welcome, but this is far too much. Take half of it back,” she insisted, nudging the money slightly towards me.“Please, keep it. I insist. Finding these herbs must be no easy task, and I’m sure you need to travel to distant places to gather them.”Ellen’s smile softened. “You’re a kind soul. I hope you both get to live a long, happy life together.”Her

Lyra's POV I continued to watch them argue, their dynamic almost sweet. It was evident that an unspoken connection pulsed between them. I had to speak.“I understand. I'll come up with a few designs, and you can pick the one you prefer,” I announced.“That sounds great!” Larisa smiled, her eyes still lingering on the sketches as if they held secrets only she could decipher.“How long until the wedding?” I asked, curiosity piqued by the impending date.“Roughly two months,” Charmaine replied, her voice steady yet filled with a hint of excitement.That timeline struck a chord deep within me; it coincided with the blood moon. I felt a surge of urgency, I had to finish everything before then.“Okay, I’ll wrap up the drawings in a week,” I stated, trying to sound more confident than I felt.“Are you sure? I don't want to rush you. You know art takes time,” Charmaine said, concern etched on her face.I chuckled lightly, the warmth of her words washing over me. “I appreciate how you speak

Lyra's POV “George, I think I have an idea on what to work on,” I said, excitement bubbling within me.George’s eyes lit up. “Really?” he asked. I nodded, feeling a surge of energy course through me.“I’m impressed, but what triggered that inspiration?” he probed.“Vera,” I replied, glancing over at her. “She’s so innocent and sweet; it sparked something amazing in me.” A warmth spread through me as George leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on my cheek. “I’m glad,” he murmured.Just then, Vera finished and dashed toward us. “Who is hungry?” she asked.“I am!” I replied, my stomach rumbling in agreement.“And I know a perfect place!” she declared.We made our way to the car and dropped the teddy bear. Inside the restaurant, we were greeted by the alluring aroma of delicious food. I noticed the gleam of silverware and utensils. George looked at me, but I offered him a confident smile in return.They had an array of snacks on the menu, and I quickly decided on a hotdog. The simplicity

Lyra's POV After dinner with George, I finally broached the topic we'd been skirting around for days, the shaman.“Now that I’m done with Mrs. Charmaine’s project, it’s time to meet Ellen,” I said.George looked at me. “Are you sure you've finalized everything? Made up your mind completely?” he asked, as if one last time he hoped I’d reconsider.I took a deep breath. “Yes,” I replied firmly. “Either way, I have to lose something. I’ve come to terms with it, and my wolf has too. We’re at peace with this choice.”He nodded slowly. “Okay. Then I suppose we should go visit her and let her know.”“Yes,” I agreed.The next day, we made our way to Ellen’s secluded cabin. As we shared our decision, she listened silently, her wise eyes assessing us. She didn’t attempt to sway us, didn’t question our motives; she simply acknowledged it with a solemn nod.“You’ll need to return the day before the blood moon. I’ll make the necessary preparations,” she announced.We returned home, the next steps

Lyra's POV I wasn’t ready for an interview just yet. George and I had talked it over, agreeing that taking any chances, especially now with my allergies more intense than ever, was simply too risky. I knew my work would continue to draw attention and lure people in search of me, but until my transformation was complete, any public appearance would have to wait. Mrs. Charmaine, ever the wise market woman, understood the business intricacies better than anyone. She warned me of the vultures circling, those eager to exploit my hard work for their gain. Then came an intriguing proposition, a prestigious designer company renowned for its influence in the fashion world reached out. The CEO wanted to meet me. Mrs. Charmaine urged me to at least listen to their offer, and after some thought, I agreed. We set up a meeting, but not without taking every precaution.George took charge. He booked a cozy coffee shop for the evening, securing a private space where we wouldn’t be disturbed. No c