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All Chapters of The Exile's Forbidden Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

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Prologue: Wishful Thinking

Here’s the translation of the text you provided: --- **Prologue: Wishful Thinking** I was born in the wrong world. I've always thought about that since I started to learn the stupidest thing that ever existed: love. This alternate world was divided into four kingdoms, ruled by different lords—a wizard, a vampire, and a werewolf. An existing law dominates generation by generation, stating that abomination is not allowed to happen and werewolves are not allowed to love vampires. And perhaps that was the problem in this world. It cared too much about whom you fell in love with but never about why—probably unaware that the "why" always matters. But why couldn't I stop wanting something I shouldn't have? They say the mind is attracted to things not within our reach. There is a fascinating seduction in whispers that we do not find in shouted words. You may have everything that others crave, but your heart longs for the one thing that you cannot have. I'm not sure, but there's a tactile
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Chapter 1: For Her

Chapter 1: For Her"To lift the curse, the forgotten must be remembered." I was tapping my sharp, velvet-red, polished nails on the surface of the crystal table as I stared monotonously at these folks talking in front of me. I don't care about their plan, but my father asked me to. This is for him, to save him; if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here listening."She's weak; how can she even remember a thing all by herself? Her instinct always goes to wanting to be protected and spoon-fed. Now, to make your plan more effective, why don't we put a little spice? Like giving hints or clues for her to trigger her memories? What do you think?" I wanted to be praised by Azriel for that, and I was waiting for him to agree, but it didn't happen. He remained silent. Immediately, my eyebrows creased because of it. Why can't he appreciate me even just once?"That's a good idea, M'lady." Calum agreed instead, which made my brows crease even worse."We will hurt Agatha? Even though she doesn't ev
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Chapter 2: Fire on Fire

Chapter 2: Fire on FireMy home was eerily silent, and I was overcome with loneliness. I found myself again alone. Every time he goes, it seems as though he took all the happiness with him, leaving me to live in sorrow. The atmosphere turns drab and uninteresting.I stayed only for a few weeks that night at the nightfall where I grew up. No one knows that there is a home here, but somehow someone knows me at the center of the town. They just don't know where I live. I also started serving my father without making everyone aware of our connection. I also rarely go to the castle.I stared at the sunset. I was sitting on the white sand here on the beach, just near my house. I can feel the ocean breeze puffing against my skin. The salty air leaves a stinky and sticky feeling on my skin as I remain, watching how the sun slowly bids its temporary goodbye. I let my white and long hair air, while the shirt of my black long dress allowed me to reach the water.I can smell it. As I closed my ey
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Chapter 3: Old Love

Chapter 3: Old Love Nothing in this world has ever piqued my interest to the point that I would go to extreme lengths to have it. Until I met Grimoire Azriel. I don't want to be a princess. I want neither a crown nor a castle; I only want him, but the universe doesn't even want to grant that one wish. I was moving silently through dense, dark woods. Dry leaves and branches crunch beneath my lace up hunting boots. Midway through, the chilly air brushed off my face as I paused, only to be met by a rogue's ferocious gaze. I kept my composure as I watched it hurriedly attack me without expressing any emotion. However, I was quicker than it to disappear from my place and to switch directions faster; its eyes couldn't follow or predict where I would appear next. It's very wrong that this thing misjudged me. I heard its annoyed growl as it tried to chase after me, but I could easily avoid it. I was like a shadow, and no one could ever touch a shadow. When I get bored playing with this st
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Chapter 4: The Call of the Season

I was fuming when I got back to my house. I savagely threw or destroyed anything within my reach.The hatred inside me grew stronger as I recalled what I saw. Jealousy consumed me. I had been waiting for that kind of look patiently. I had been waiting for years, but even now, I still couldn't get it, and I still couldn't force him to love me. Just a single glance, and I lost again. Defeated once more. All my efforts were wasted again, just to win him over.My hands were covered in my own blood. I could feel that I had been cut by pieces of broken glass from the things I threw. But I didn't feel anything until I allowed them to heal, leaving only the stains of my blood. My chest rose and fell violently. I felt suffocated. I couldn’t breathe properly. I felt the weight inside me until a pair of hands held mine. My lips pressed tightly together as I looked at who it was.I found Azriel. He was seriously wiping my blood with the shirt he had taken off. How long had he been here?Did he se
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Chapter 5: Marked

I am aware of what is happening, and I know it cannot be stopped. Even if one of us had tried to stop it, this would have still happened. The attraction and desire are too strong to resist. Breaking or bending the bond is impossible. We have no choice but to go along with it, as we were swiftly brought into the room of the rest house. Our groans echoed everywhere, and the heat consumed our bodies as we touched each other’s skin.Azriel’s kisses trailed from my jaw to my neck. His accented moans harmonized with mine as our hands wandered across each other’s bodies. He then lifted me, pinning me against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. His lips returned to mine, and I grasped a handful of his hair. His kisses took me to a place I had never been before, as if he had cast a spell within my mouth.Our bodies pressed heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as our lips remained locked. I could taste the shared breath between us. Despite the loud, heavy rain outside, I cou
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Chapter 6: That Night

I can't remember how or when I realized that I had these feelings toward Grimoire Azriel. At first, I admired him because of the stories my father told me about him. Until—until I started seeing him more often. Until I discovered for myself how incredibly lovable he was. I couldn't stop myself from falling for him.How many days has it been, or weeks? Since the last time I saw him after that night. Not once has he come here. And I also restrained myself from going to him. Until one of the things I feared finally happened.They're here. I can't believe they're here! I was too excited to see her. Even though I'm angry at her. Even though I hate her. When I saw the joy in her eyes as I showed her to her room and she saw that pair of police uniforms, I was happy. My eyes welled up with tears. In that moment, I felt the warmth of a mother.I cried when I returned to my room. I don't know when I became this weak, but I forced myself to dry my own tears.Azriel and I haven’t spoken since the
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Chapter 7: Pain in the ashes

The rain came down in sheets, the cold droplets soaking through my clothes as I lay on the sand, shivering. My body was numb from the cold and the exhaustion of holding everything inside—my pain, my anger, my heartbreak. I could still see the outline of the ship as it sailed away, carrying Azriel and my mother far from me, as if they were slipping through my fingers, just like everything else in my life.Azriel. How could he not see me? How could he be so blind? My love for him was as deep as the ocean in front of me, vast and endless, and yet he saw only her. Agatha, the woman who had abandoned me, left me to fend for myself, and now she was back, taking everything that mattered.The tears blended with the rain, my sobs drowned out by the crashing waves. My chest heaved, but no sound came, just the silent scream of someone broken beyond repair."Lilianna," a voice cut through the storm. I didn't have to look to know who it was. My father.He knelt beside me, pulling me into his arms
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