All Chapters of The Lycan's Unwanted Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I went back to my cottage, thoughts of Arthur pounding in my brain as I watched the torrential rain outside my window. It was a gloomy night, and every flash of lightning made me shiver in the darkness. I felt more alone than ever. I had frequently been alone when I was with my former pack. But that was a state of being that had grown used to enduring. No one had ever shown me kindness there. I'd never had a friend or even a parent who truly cared about me. As such, I'd grown used to it and had never dared to hope for anything more. There had been a cold comfort in that, in the understanding that this was how things would be for me. My heart had grown cold and closed off to the outside world. I had protected myself, and that shield I had used to keep the world at bay had worked well. I was numb to whatever torments the pack could come up with to hurt me. I was someplace beyond myself, and it had enabled me to survive. But now, ironically, since I had come to know affection,

Arthur's POVI had never trusted Catherine's father, not one bit. Even as a pup, I knew there was more going on behind those steely gray eyes than the old man would ever admit. And getting him to agree to an alliance was never going to be an easy thing, no matter what he said. He was a cunning old fox, no doubt about it. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I needed to properly investigate the situation. This meant getting people involved whose job it was to uncover the truth. And as loyal as Anthony and Jessica might be, they weren't quite at the level that I needed in this particular situation. That's why I contacted Gary Lionheart, the most famous lawyer and private investigator from the Supreme Court. He was the only one I could possibly use to find out what Alpha Romero had to hide. "So you want to dig into this guy's past?" Gary said, eyebrows raised as he regarded the photo of Catherine's father. It had been taken at a charity event for which

Ophelia’s POVMaking it just in time, I heard the announcement for Suntra, 10 am. Like it was planned, Kingston paid my way siding beside me. Clinging onto my printed ticket like it was my lifeline, I skipped to the queue. After handing it to the attendee she smiled."Enjoy your stay," was what she said. I wondered why she didn't say anything about this being a holiday or vacation. Even though she couldn't see into my eyes, somehow, she pinpointed I was on a one-way trip. It was when I realized for myself the significance of my leaving. Perhaps I was reading too much into it, but I took it as a sign. This was the right decision and I'd be safe once and for all. Encouraged even more by this random interaction, I enthusiastically traipsed toward the boat. I barely noticed Kingston beside me. My heart was racing with exhilaration, anxiety, and faith in a new life. Me and my pup would live in a lovely place free of Arthur's oppression. Free of all the people who'd kept me un

Arthur’s POVI dreamed that Ophelia had come back. The ache that had been my reality for long was now removed and I was filled with... joy. We hugged one another and everything was perfect. Then an icy blizzard hit with the rapidity of a squall. I was blinded by the whitewash, and I lost track of her. Rushing around frantically, I searched for her in the last direction that I'd seen her go.It felt like I walked for ages but finally, I knew she was near because suddenly the storm swirled away into the distance, then ceased. The snow was melting and as I trudged toward her, shivering and frostbitten, she stood in a beautiful, lush garden. Moss and chartreuse grass grew before my eyes.She turned to me, and I was bewildered when koby-pink cherry flower blossoms began to fall at my feet, covering the ground. I reached out for the cherry blossom and held it. The branch broke under my grasp, and everything turned frigid.Ophelia joined me and touched the same tree, bringing

Ophelia's POV I awoke early to the aroma of fresh coffee wafting tantalizingly from downstairs. Smiling, I threw on my new black robe and followed the scent to our kitchen table. And to Allen, my friend. I reflected once again, upon seeing him seated at the table with my son, how lucky I was these days. "Good morning, sweetheart," Allen said warmly, offering me a warm smile. "I was just going to bring you some coffee. Are you hungry for some breakfast?" My stomach immediately growled loudly in anticipation, making us both chuckle. I sat down next to my pup, ruffling his hair. Aiden was a year old, and I thanked the Moon Goddess every single day for bringing him into my life. For bringing both men into my life. "I guess that answers that question," Allen replied with a grin, making his way over to the stove. "Belgian waffles and home fries coming right up!" Allen was tall and handsome, with curly dark hair and melting chocolate eyes. Everything about him was warm and