All Chapters of My Forbidden Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lyra's POV I woke from a disturbing dream that left me drenched in sweat, my breaths shallow and uneven. The sun’s rays seeped through the curtains, telling me it was almost noon. My hand instinctively went to my injury. A faint relief washed over me. The poisonous content seemed to have drained out, leaving the wound raw but cleaner.The veins surrounding the injury pulsed in a rhythmic throb. The black discoloration had faded slightly. I sat up slowly, careful not to jar the wound, and dragged myself to the bathroom.The cold water against my skin jolted me fully. After drying off, I slipped into clean clothes.When I stepped out, the scent of warm bread and spiced stew filled the air. In the dining room, I found my mother, her arms wrapped protectively around Kael.“Where’s Father?” I asked as I approached.“He’s gone out with Damian,” she replied. “They went to assess the damage done to the pack.”I nodded, absorbing her words as I sat down. I focused on eating instead of dwelli

George's POV After what happened with Sonia that day, shame and guilt weighed heavily on me, clawing at my conscience. I couldn't shake the memory of her deceit. I had thought Sonia had a boyfriend, that she'd moved on, but no, it had all been a calculated ploy to get to me. The realization left a sour taste in my mouth, and I wrestled with the uncomfortable truth of how deeply Lyra would be hurt by my actions.Strangely, Sonia hadn't reached out since that day. Not a single message or call. Her silence was deafening, yet I found myself unwilling to contact her. I pushed the turmoil aside, choosing instead to channel my energy into something more important: finding Lyra.Work had become a low priority; I showed up sparingly, my mind perpetually elsewhere. That evening, after another distracted day at the office, I returned home feeling the weight of my unspoken regrets. Needing an escape from the confines of my thoughts, I decided to sit outside for a while. There was a bench ben

George's POV When I pulled up in front of the house, my hands clenched the leather steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The pressure grounded me, but the churning in my gut refused to settle. I wanted to storm inside, to confront my mother, to demand the truth behind her lies. But there was something heavier weighing on me, something that demanded I prioritize my time. And Vera, if I lingered too long, I risked dragging her into something she didn’t deserve.I didn’t even realize she’d been talking until her voice cut through the fog in my head.“I said, goodnight. Please take care,” Vera repeated gently, a hint of worry in her tone.Her words pulled me out of my thoughts, and I managed a stiff nod. Without another word, she turned and disappeared inside.I exhaled slowly. Then, steeling myself, I started the car and drove toward the outskirts of the city. The sun had dipped below the horizon. Darkness crept in quickly, but I barely noticed.The journey felt end

George's POV Nervously, I chuckled, the sound shaky and unnatural. “Hello?” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.The wolves didn’t respond, their eyes glazing over momentarily as if receiving silent orders. Without another glance, they turned and disappeared into the shadows.I exhaled sharply, my hand clutching my chest as my heart thundered against my ribcage. Relief barely settled before the uncertainty of my situation returned. I kept moving, aimlessly wandering through the forest, each step heavy with unease. The towering trees loomed above, their gnarled branches in the evening breeze.As twilight deepened, I stumbled upon a man standing amidst the woods. For a fleeting moment, I forgot where I was and the dangers that lurked here. He seemed... human.“Hello, please, I need your help,” I called out, my voice trembling. He tilted his head slightly, signaling me to continue.“I’m trying to get to the Wildfire Pack. I’m... new around here,” I explained, recalling Lyra’s st

George's POV I made my way around the side of the castle and approached the front door. The domestic staff watched me closely, their gazes full of uncertainty and curiosity.The door itself was immense, its heavy frame resisting my every push. I had to summon all my strength just to make it budge. When it finally creaked open, I drew in a sharp breath.The scene before me was nothing short of breathtaking. The interior was a sprawling, luxurious waiting room, draped in gold and adorned with rare gems that sparkled like they were alive. On one wall, a massive portrait of Lyra’s family commanded attention, their gazes stern and timeless.Fresh flowers were artfully arranged around the room, their fragrance rich and intoxicating. A thought tugged at my mind, how did they manage to keep them so pristine? Was it the staff’s constant care, or did they replace them daily to maintain the illusion of perfection? Everything about this place exuded an overwhelming sense of wealth, nature, and