All Chapters of His Forbidden Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Zed’s eyes fluttered open as he woke up from his sleep. He reached out to the other side of the bed, hoping to find Julie there, but his hand met with nothing but empty sheets. His heart began to race as he sat up, scanning the room for any sign of her. He got up and walked to the window, peering out into the darkness, but there was no sign of her. He felt a knot form in his stomach as he contemplated what to do next. Just then, he quickly remembered that he had faintly heard Julie tell him she was going out for a walk earlier, so he decided to wait for her to return.Just then, Bobb walked in.“Hey, mate,” Zed said.“Hey,” he just said. His attention looked diverted, as he looked around the room for something only he knew about. Zed noticed the savaging nature of his eyes, but acted like he had seen nothing.“You defied the rain just to be here. I can't make sense why. Bobb, why are you here?.”“Where is she?.”“Who are you talking about?.”“Don't lie to me, Zed. You know who I'm tal

The environment was filled with a sense of melancholy. The sky was overcast, and the trees swayed in the wind, as if they were mourning. Every sound seemed like a reminder about the futility of life.After Alicia stormed out of his presence, Lord Cage had summoned Damon. As he engaged him in a conversation, he was fuming with anger. He accused Damon of betraying him by telling Alicia about the prophecy.“How could you do this to me, Damon?,” he said, his voice rising. “I trusted you, and you betrayed me. You have forced my hands, and now, you leave me with no choice than to punish you.”Damon fell on his knees and begged him. “I swear, my lord, I didn’t want to tell her, but she forced me to say the words. I promise to make it right,” he said.Lord Cage’s face softened a bit, but he remained stern. “It’s too late, Damon. You shall spend the next fortnight away from the camp, and you must return when you have served your time.”“Your judgment is fair, my lord,” Damon said, as he bowed

As Fidelis began to make his way out of the forest, he saw a figure in the distance. It was a woman, and she looked lost. He couldn’t see her face, but something about her seemed familiar. He slowed down, trying to get a better look. And then he saw her face.It was Julie!He waited to see if she had company, but she didn't seem to have any. Rather, she kept on looking over her shoulders, as if she suspected someone was following after her.“Julie,” he called out to her. She turned around, looking for the source of the voice. When she saw Fidelis, she let out a surprised gasp.“Fidelis! What are you doing out here alone? It’s dangerous,” she said.“It’s quite a story,” he began. “Where have you been? I never thought I would set my eyes on you again,” he said, his voice filled with surprise.“Come with me,” Julie hurriedly said, leading him to a hut hidden at the heart of the forest.The hut was small, but cozy. It was made of wood, with a thatched roof. There was a small fire burning

Ariana locked herself up in her room, desperate to find solace amidst the chaos that had unfolded before her in the past couple of days. Her gaze fixated on the worn leather book that lay before her, its pages filled with stories of both happiness and sorrow. With trembling hands, she traced the intricate patterns etched onto the cover, taking a deep breath as memories threatened to overwhelm her.“If you do not find the truth you seek there, then know that evil has prevailed,” Catherine had said to her whilst handing it over to her. The confidence she exuded as she spoke made Ariana all the more curious to unravel the mysteries hidden behind the black ink.As she closed her eyes, Ariana was transported back in time to the day Lord Zack first arrived in their small town. He was a man of unparalleled beauty, possessing an effortless charm that drew the attention of nearly every lady in the vicinity. Women would swoon as he passed, their eyes longing for his attention, but his own gaze

Fidelis lay weak and battered in his bed, still recovering from the brutal attack by Zed. His body throbbed with pain, his muscles aching from the relentless assault. The wounds inflicted by his sword were slowly healing, but it would take time for him to regain his full strength.As Fidelis struggled to find comfort among the pillows, he heard a soft knock on his door. Without waiting to be signaled inside, Damon entered the room with a silent grace.“Damon,” Fidelis stuttered, his voice barely heard.“Save your strength, my friend,” Damon whispered into his ear. “I'm here to make you feel better.”In his hands, he held a small vial filled with a mysterious concoction. With gentle hands, he applied the ointment to the area where the sword had pierced Fidelis's side, ensuring that the wound remained clean and infection-free. The balm stung, causing Fidelis to hiss in pain, but he knew it was necessary for his recovery.“Easy, Damon,” he weakly let out, unable to bear the pain anymore.