All Chapters of My Forbidden Mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

George's POV Supporting each other, James and I scanned for an escape. Retreating back into the hotel and trying to reach the lower floors was out of the question; it was too unstable.Then, I spotted something, a large steel mass that had fallen across from the adjacent building. It looked like a twisted bridge between us and a safer path. It must have been torn off in the blast, but for now, it offered a narrow way across.“They’re focusing on the bigger structures,” I muttered, more to reassure myself than anything. James nodded, and together, we began inching across the fallen mass. Every step made it sway beneath us, my heart pounding in sync with the treacherous rhythm. Adrenaline surged through my veins, sharpening my senses. All that mattered now was survival.We were halfway across when another bomb dropped, shattering what remained of the hotel below us. The force rocked the mass, and it began to crumble, half of it plummeting to the crumbling hotel.I tightened my grip,

George's POV We had been confined to the underground camp for weeks. The walls seemed to press in, stifling and relentless, making every breath feel thin and every thought feel heavier. The silence here wasn’t restful, it was a constant reminder of how trapped we were, echoing in the stale, dark air.Sometimes, when night fell, James and I would sneak outside to gulp in fresh air. We’d sit there for hours under the stars, the vastness of the night sky a small comfort against the cramped reality we returned to each morning.Yet lately, something felt off, like a shadow lingering just out of sight.“What are you thinking about?” James asked, his voice soft but edged with curiosity.In the time we’d spent here, James had become more than just another person trapped in this underground prison, he became a friend. The days felt less bleak with him beside me.I glanced at him, hesitating. “Ralph mentioned there were people abducted by the Gapan soldiers, right?”James nodded slowly, his g

George's POV For months, we lived in that fragile peace, surviving day by day, watching as hope flickered yet never fully ignited. Thankfully, after relentless battles and pleas, other nations intervened, pushing back the horrors of a hot war. Gapan was finally free.But freedom came at a cost. The land was scarred, streets that once held life now echoed with loss, buildings lay crumbled, and the toll on people’s lives weighed heavy. Leaving the country immediately was out of the question; we were trapped amidst the remnants of what used to be, waiting as time stretched painfully slowly.Though resources were scarce, we managed to feed ourselves, rationing what little we had, just enough to keep us going. Ralph and the others made the choice to relocate to the government camps, temporary shelters set up for those like us, displaced and waiting for a return to something resembling life. But in those camps, desperation hung. The high rate of anarchy and robbery was no surprise; hun

George's POV "Did you see the letter she left?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.My mother and Sarah exchanged confused glances. "What letter?" my mother asked, her gaze searching my face."Don't worry about it," I muttered, hoping to brush it off.But my mother leaned forward. "No, tell me. There was a letter?""I said forget it, Mother," I replied, a touch more sharply than I intended.Silence fell, thick and uncomfortable. Sarah and my mother went to the kitchen, preparing dinner. They made my favorite soup.While they cooked, my house help moved quietly through my room, tidying up my room.At dinner, I barely touched my food. Each spoonful felt like sand on my tongue. When we finished, they insisted on staying, offering to keep me company, but I refused."It's all just… a bad dream," I murmured, more to myself than to them, hoping, praying that any moment Lyra would walk through the door, that somehow this nightmare would end. I still didn’t understand what had gone

Lyra's POV I abruptly stood up, my heart racing as I dropped everything I was doing. Without a second thought, I scooped up Kael from his bed, his peaceful slumber shattered by the chaos outside. The mind link was silent, leaving me in the dark about what was unfolding.The sound of a loud bang echoed through the walls, each one closer than the last. Gunshots cracked through the air, followed by agonized screams that made my blood run cold. My pulse quickened as dread coiled tightly in my chest.Flinging the door open, I stepped into an eerily empty hallway as I sprinted to the sitting room. There, I saw my father, his face a mask of grim determination, strapping on his full armor and gripping his sword.“What is happening?” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay calm.“Maximus,” he growled, his eyes hard and focused. “He’s attacking.”Before I could process his words, Damian emerged from another room, a sword in his hand.“Protect the castle with the soldiers,” my