All Chapters of Her Chosen Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyra POVMy eyes snapped open, my gaze fluttering on the dark brown ceiling. My head ached so much, almost as if, if I stood up from the bed, my brain would fall out of my head.It hurt, but what hurt more was the memory of me following Lucian’s orders again. It dawned on me—the pain of watching the aftermath of killing one of my own. This wasn’t like the first time I had killed someone from the Moon Pack; this was totally different.Lucian had given me a specific description of who he wanted dead, but unfortunately, that one person he wanted me to kill was the same person who had joined the rest of the pack wolves to call me a curse. The moment I pushed open the door to her apartment and saw her sitting on the couch reading a plus-size novel, her eyes widened in horror, and she immediately started cursing me.Though I could sense her fear, she was scared. But I wouldn’t blame her; after all, she said and did everything to ensure I was rejected. Seeing me in her apartment only meant o

Lyra POV “You’re from the Moon Pack?” The question hung in her throat, coming out more like a squeak. Her eyes widened in shock as she took a cautious step away from me. “How's that even possible?”I paused, staring at her as she battled with her thoughts and words. It became so obvious that there was more to the fact that I was from the Moon Pack than I’d thought, but I couldn’t get why the pack had such a reaction on them. She looked at me, fear in her eyes, lost in her own thoughts as if she was recollecting to a past memory.It was certain that she knew something I didn’t, but what could it be that created such a fearful atmosphere around her? I’d only heard a few stories about the Moon Pack and the rest of what I experienced while growing up. Over the years, the Moon Pack had been one of the reasons for discussion. We’re seen as untouchable and also the strongest among the packs. My mother, the Alpha, had commanded both respect and fear, which led to any attack on our pack endin

Why did I think going to Varg's room to talk to him, to finally tell him everything about Lucian and what had happened to my mom, was a good idea? Maybe it was desperation, or maybe it was the fragile hope that he could help me somehow. Despite my hesitation, I decided to trust my gut—and our mate bond. But what I didn’t expect was for him to grab me by the waist, pulling me so close that his chest pressed against mine. The warmth of his body sent a wave of heat through me, making my heart race so fast I feared he might notice the sudden, forbidden longing stirring within me.The tension crackled in the air, thick and suffocating. My heart kept pounding so hard as his eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unrelenting, as though they could see straight into my soul. He wasn’t letting me off the hook without an answer.I scrambled through my thoughts, trying to find a way out of this. I couldn’t tell him it was Bethany who had told me. She didn’t deserve to be dragged into this, not when I’d

Lyra POV All that had happened replayed in my head, vivid and relentless. The moment Varg’s hands had closed around my throat, the fear that gripped me was unlike anything I’d ever known. It wasn’t just his strength—it was the realization that he, the one person I thought might protect me from Lucian, had become the reason I was so broken. My mind relished at the fact that he kissed me after he release his hold on me, his lips touching mine at that moment was like fire. I brush away the thought immediately and force my thought to focus. I had stayed at the Dom mansion with the fragile hope that Varg would somehow save me from his brother’s control. But after what happened, that hope crumbled, leaving me drowning in helplessness. I didn't know where to go after I ran and the idea of going to the moon pack was the worst decision I've ever made, the moment I got to the boundry. The memories hit me before I could even cross the border, the scornful looks, the whispers, the way they t

Lyra's POV The creaking sound of the door pulled me from my sleep. As I opened my eyes, I took in my surroundings, the faint familiarity of the room sinking in. The beige-and-gold blanket draped over me confirmed my suspicion, as I realized I was in Varg's room. The last thing I remembered was Lucian hitting me, his voice filled with anger as he demanded to know why I’d tried to run away. I’d pleaded, tried to reason with him, but nothing seemed to stop his rage. Desperation had made me call out to Varg in my mind, hoping that he’d hear me. Then, like a miracle, he’d stormed in with Bethany by his side, pulling Lucian away from me with a force I didn’t know he had.After that, everything blurred. The pain, the shouting, it felt like a distant nightmare.Now, sitting in this room, the dull ache in my back and arms reminded me it had all been real. I sat up slowly, wincing as I moved, the pain sharp enough to make me groan softly. Resting my head against the headboard, I tried to stea