All Chapters of Mated To My Nightmare: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lyra’s POVI cautiously approach, my heart pounding in my chest. Opening the door, I see a figure sitting on my bed.Immediately, he sees me, relief washing over him. It's as if he was scared that something bad might have happened to me. He approaches cautiously.I furrow my brows, trying to deduce what could make him look so worried. Despite the dark bags under his eyes, he still looks incredibly handsome. The tension in the room is palpable as we silently assess each other.He was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt that hugged his body perfectly. His abs were visible, drawing my attention involuntarily.I gulp and avert my gaze, not wanting him to catch me checking him out. He still had that effect on me. Sasha purrs with pleasure at the proximity of my rejected mate, her satisfaction palpable. He wears a conflicted expression as he moves closer, clearly wanting to touch me. But the look on my face makes him stop, so he clenches his hand into a fist and steps back.Finally com

Lyra’s POVI was walking down the hall when I caught sight of a familiar figure, bound with a silver chain. My heart beats fast in my chest as I take in the sight before me.It's my uncle. True to his words, Kessler had sent ambushes against my uncle and his minions, and he had been captured.My emotions churn as I approach, a mix of anger, betrayal, and a hint of satisfaction knowing that justice is finally catching up to him. I stop in front of him, locking eyes with the man who once held power over me. His expression is a mask of defiance, but I see the flicker of fear in his eyes.I know I should feel happy now that he has been brought in, but my mind drifts away again when I remember how devious and cunning my uncle could be.As soon as he catches sight of me, he gives a devious smirk and spits on the floor. "I detest you with every fiber of my being."I meet his gaze dead-on, tired of being a victim and finally standing up for myself. With indignation coursing through me, I spit

"I'm your Luna, remember? And nothing bad; we shared a room. I can't see the reason why we're staying in different rooms; it looks suspicious.""Suspicious in what sense? I can summon you to my room when I feel like it. See, I acknowledge that you are Luna, but I just love my privacy," I try to explain to her kindly, though the emotions inside me are conflicted.Deep down, I understand her concern. It's not about distrust; it's about personal space. I soften my tone, hoping she'll comprehend.A room has been prepared for you. I'll invite you over to my room whenever I feel like it, understood? I try to treasure her deeply.She wanted to protest, but I gave her a cold glare that made her cower in fear. Sometimes I wonder why she is so fearful. I don't like my women like this."I love them daring and bold like Lyra," Dolph said in my head.I yearn for a partner who exudes strength and fearlessness, someone who challenges me and matches my intensity. I shake off the longing, refocusing o

Lyra’s POVA sleek car is parked nearby, its door held open by a man who bows his head respectfully as he gestures for me to enter. I hesitate, torn between trust and doubt, unsure if I should go back or proceed with Shawn's plan.Shawn has always been reliable, but I can't shake the nagging doubts. What if he's changed after all these years?Sasha finally breaks the silence, voicing her concern. "What if he has changed?" she wonders aloud.I roll my eyes at her, Ignoring Sasha's teasing, I take a moment to collect my thoughts. Despite my reservations, I know I can't afford to let fear hold me back. Trusting Shawn might be my only option at this point."There's no crime in taking risks," I remind myself, trying to quell the rising unease as I settle into the sleek car. As I make myself comfortable, my heart begins to pound in my chest at the sight of the stern-faced men around me.They all seem too serious for my liking, not a single one bothering to initiate the conversation to eas

Conor skeptically looks at me, unsure if he should tell me what's up or just let it go. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something, but I beat him to it and say, "Please, don't tell me. It's not my story to tell.”Conor's expression softens, understanding my concern. "I wasn't about to say that, but rather, I wanted to say... before you rudely interrupted me," he says, stalling and smiling mischievously, clearly enjoying teasing me. "Oh, stop keeping me in suspense," I playfully retorted, eager to hear what he had to say.Gosh, I love this place. I can't remember the last time I've been carefree with anyone. It's either I'm uptight or skeptical about something."Lyra," he calls out, breaking my train of thought, "you're doing that again.""Oh, sorry. I can't help it. But take me as I am," I reply in a sing-song mood, embracing my quirks with a smile.Conor chuckles softly, appreciating my playful response. "Of course, I'll take you as you are." "Okay, back to what I was asking, wha