All Chapters of My Forbidden Mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lyra's POV I struggled to make sense of my surroundings, my mind foggy, memories slipping away. I recalled walking in the estate, but now… where was I? Slowly, I looked around, realizing I was in a hospital. The steady beep of a machine filled the room, each sound grating on my nerves. A drip was attached to my hand, and my skin tingled uncomfortably where the needle pierced it. My head throbbed, heavy as if weighed down by unseen hands, but despite that, I found the strength to move. An unbearable burning sensation flared in my hand. Instinctively, I ripped the needle out, ignoring the sting as blood pooled at the site. I winced, but that was nothing compared to the sudden, searing pain that followed when my hand accidentally brushed the cold iron side of the bed. I gasped, recoiling in shock as the burn bit deeper into my skin.I rose shakily from the bed, the room spinning around me. I had barely taken a step when the door swung open, and a young man, accompanied by a doctor,

Lyra's POV I sat on the edge of the couch, my leg bouncing uncontrollably against the floor. The room was quiet, too quiet, amplifying the whirlwind of thoughts in my head.‘He had to come back today. I was going to confront him and hear it from his own lips. There could be no more guessing, no more agonizing over what might be.’The hours dragged by, and still, there was no sign of him. My heart pounded with frustration.‘Could he still be at the office?’ I wondered, my chest tightening. ‘If so, maybe I should go there myself and demand the answers I deserve.’But then it hit me. I had no idea where his office even was. Not once had I asked. I felt the sting of helplessness burn in my chest.I cursed under my breath, running my hand through my hair in frustration. "Idiot," I muttered.Desperation surged through me as I stood up abruptly and stormed into his room. My hands rummaged through his things, searching frantically for any sign of his office address, a card, a note, anything,

Lyra's POV After changing, I collapsed onto the bed, my body heavy with exhaustion. The untouched food Stephen had given me sat beside me, but I forced myself to nibble on a few bites, though it tasted like ash in my mouth. The reality of my situation crashed down on me. George was missing, his cold breakup letter echoing in my mind like a death knell. And now, I was being hunted.My thoughts spiraled, racing with questions I couldn’t answer. How had they found out I was a werewolf? It wasn’t supposed to be possible, someone must have betrayed me, but who apart from George?I thought back to Ellen. "During the transformation, something might happen..." Could this be what she had meant? Was this the fallout of that unknown change? As if that wasn’t enough, there was the pregnancy. My heart clenched painfully at the thought. How was I supposed to protect my unborn child when I could barely protect myself? A sharp headache pierced through my skull. I curled up on the bed, clutching m

Lyra's POV Due, collapsed under the strain. With the last ounce of strength, I shifted back to my human form, but the exhaustion hit me like a wave.I could barely hold myself up. My parrot fluttered nervously before taking off into the sky. I was too weak to stop him. All I could do was watch him disappear into the distance as darkness swallowed me whole.When I finally regained consciousness, it was evening, and for a moment, I was shocked to be alive. I had expected the wolfsbane to have poisoned my blood by now, leaving me paralyzed until death claimed me. But here I was, still breathing, still in pain, but alive. My parrot was perched beside me with scraps of cloth and rags around him, he'd been out scavenging while I lay unconscious to cover my exposed body. A weak smile pulled at my lips as I reached out, gently running my fingers through his feathers.I shifted my focus to my shoulder, where the wound throbbed relentlessly. The sight of it made my stomach twist. The vein

Lyra's POV “What are you doing here?” he barked, his voice like thunder, reverberating through the room. “This is not your home anymore!” The venom in his words struck me like a physical blow, and I swallowed hard, unable to find my voice. I had expected this, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of it, for the sheer force of his rejection.“Father, she’s still your daughter,” Damian spoke up, his voice firm but calm, stepping between us like a shield. His hand remained clasped around mine, offering support even in the face of our father’s wrath. For a moment, the room was silent. My father’s eyes flicked between us, and I could see the battle raging inside him, the clash between his anger and the love he had once held for me. “No. The moment she decided to disgrace me, to drag my name through the mud in front of the entire pack, that was the moment she ceased to be my daughter!” “Father, please,” Damian started, but our father silenced him with a single, comman