All Chapters of My Forbidden Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lyra's POV I don’t know what’s happening. My mind feels like it’s slipping through cracks I can’t see, leaving me trapped in an endless void. I seem to be in some sort of trance, alone, severed from reality, and, worst of all, from my wolf, Due. Her voice, once a constant presence, is now a deafening silence.At some point, I became completely unaware of my surroundings, disconnected from the flow of time. It was as if the world had forgotten me, leaving me suspended in this abyss. Days, weeks, who knows how long, passed in a haze. I waited for death, but even that seemed reluctant to claim me.Then, one day, something shifted. It was subtle at first, a ripple in the stillness that had engulfed me. My senses sharpened, and I felt the faint stirrings of energy coursing through my body. My wolf, Due, awoke with a jolt, her presence flooding my mind as though she had been locked away for an eternity. She was running. No, we were running. The wind tore through my fur, and I could fee

George's POV Odulf came later that night. His footsteps were light, almost hesitant, as he approached, but the moment our eyes met, I couldn’t help but smile.“I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” I said, breaking the silence.“To where?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. His tone held curiosity, but there was also a hint of sadness in it.“My place.” I grinned, hoping to lighten the mood.He hesitated for a moment before leaning closer. “Can I come with you? I enjoyed our last adventure,” he confessed, his voice almost boyish.“I’d love that,” I said gently, “but no. Maybe next time.”He frowned slightly, and I reached out to touch his arm reassuringly. The truth was, I knew how complicated the human world could be. Odulf had a restless spirit and an insatiable thirst for exploration, and I wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on him every second. The dangers of the human realm weren’t ones he was ready to face.“To make up for it, here,” I said, reaching for the bag of gold I’d kept asid

Lyra's POV “Finally, the couple that defied fate,” she greeted.“We were lucky,” George replied.Ellen’s smile deepened as she opened the door, ushering us inside her dimly lit space.“What can I do for you?” she asked, her voice calm as we sat.“Well, I’m sure you’ve already guessed,” I began, glancing briefly at George. “George now has a wolf. I’ve broken the rules, and I want the transformation reversed. I want to remain a werewolf.”The room fell silent, and Ellen’s smile vanished. In its place was a piercing, almost predatory stare. “Is that so?” she said, her tone eerily flat.Something in her voice shifted, darkened, and I felt the weight of her presence grow oppressive.Without warning, she giggled. The sound was sharp and jarring, making me flinch. “Of course,” she said suddenly, her voice bright. “That is very easy. I’d gladly do that. But…” She paused, “…we’ll have to wait until midnight, when the moon is out.”“Okay,” I said, nodding.“In the meantime, can we ask questi

Lyra’s POVThey all stood abruptly, distancing themselves from the table as the tension thickened in the air.“What did you do?” Mrs. Elizabeth’s voice cracked, her eyes wide with disbelief and anger.“Oh, nothing, mother,” George responded, his tone cool. “You did this to me. If you’d only accepted Lyra, none of this would’ve happened. But guess what? I love who I am now, and I love it even more than anything you could’ve ever forced on me.”I took a deliberate sip from my drink, my eyes never leaving the scene before me. The raw fear flickering across their faces, mixed with the wonder of it all, it was almost tangible, like I could reach out and touch it.Vera, though, she was different. While the rest of them were caught up in their whirlwind of emotions, she seemed... fascinated, almost like an observer from another world, savoring every word, every reaction, as if it were some strange but thrilling show.“Why? Why? Why?” Mrs. Elizabeth sank back into her seat, her hands clutchin

Lyra's POV My mother had been revived, her stillness betraying the depth of the miracle that had brought her back. She slept soundly, unaware of my thoughts, as I slipped out of the room, my heart pounding with a heavy mix of anticipation and dread. My father was out, and I knew he would be consumed by his business all day, an opportunity I couldn't afford to waste.With quiet determination, I made my way to my room, my hands trembling slightly as I dressed. My hair, usually unruly, was pinned back meticulously, strands carefully tucked away. I chose a leather jumpsuit. A large, hooded cloak followed, draping over my shoulders, a shield from prying eyes.Everyone was busy, their attention scattered, distracted by their own affairs. It was the perfect moment to escape.I slipped through the door unnoticed, my heart racing as I entered the woods. The occasional rustle of leaves was the only sound, and even when I encountered a few werewolves, I bent my head and pulled the hood tight