All Chapters of Her Chosen Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Varg's Pov I followed Bethany down the hallway, her steps unusually slow. Her hesitation made me uneasy, especially considering how urgent her earlier message had seemed. We walked a bit farther before she suddenly stopped and turned to face me. Her face crumpled with emotion, and tears spilled down her cheeks. She wiped them away with trembling hands, avoiding my gaze."I’m sorry, Varg," she sniffed, her voice cracking. "I didn’t want to do this, but Lucian… he threatened my mother. He said he’d hurt her if I didn’t help him."My heart sank as her words registered. “What did he ask you to do?” I asked sharply, my voice laced with suspicion and anger.Bethany hesitated, her eyes filled with regret. Finally, she whispered, “He told me to distract you… so he could go to Lyra.”The moment the words left her mouth, fury surged through me. I didn’t waste a second. I turned on my heel and bolted back toward my room, the sound of Bethany’s apologies fading behind me. My mind raced as fast a

Lyra's Pov I was sitting by the window, staring at the woods as the cool evening breeze brushed against my face, bringing a rare moment of calm. A small smile crept onto my lips as I thought about Varg and the kiss we’d shared. The memory made me blush, and I absentmindedly tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his words to me replaying in my head as I continued to stare.That peaceful moment shattered when the door flung open with a loud bang. My heart leaped into my throat, and for a terrifying second, I thought Lucian had come to take me away. But when I turned, I saw Varg standing in the doorway, his face shadowed with frustration and anger. He slammed the door behind him, his movements abrupt and filled with tension.I froze, unsure of what to do as he stormed further into the room. His presence was overwhelming, and the stormy expression on his face made my chest tighten. I could only assume he had just come from another fight with Lucian. His steps were heavy as he move

Varg's Pov My head throbbed as I sipped the coffee, the bitterness doing little to dull the ache. Memories of the previous night swirled in my mind, fragmented but vivid enough to make my stomach churn. I wasn’t the type to drink myself into oblivion, but after everything that had happened, I’d given in. I hadn’t anticipated waking up to the aftermath of... intimacy. And with her, of all people, the one responsible for upending my life.She sat on the couch near the window, her gaze fixed on me, wide-eyed and accusing. Her expression was a mixture of shock and hurt, as if I’d just spoken the most unforgivable words. But it was the truth. She had taken advantage of me, a man too intoxicated to think clearly. I wasn’t in my right mind last night, and I wasn’t going to pretend otherwise.I placed the coffee cup back on the tray with a sharp clink, the hangover pounding relentlessly in my skull. This was precisely why I didn’t drink. I hated the aftermath, the pain, the regret, and now,

Lyra Pov I sat in the living room, staring at the pictures on the wall while I waited for Bethany to return. The hum of her sister’s soft tune floated through the air, faint but calming. I leaned back against the couch, letting my eyes close for a brief moment, trying to drown out the lingering guilt and tension that seemed to follow me wherever I went.But then, faint whispers broke through the hum. My ears perked up instinctively. At first, I thought I imagined it, but the words grew clearer, harsh and cutting.“He told me that you are going against his will, and because of that, he cut our supply. He no longer sponsors my medical expenses,” a bitter voice hissed, laced with frustration.I sat upright, alert. The voice was faint, but the emotion behind it was unmistakable. Then came the sound of soft sobbing.My curiosity and concern got the better of me. Quietly, I rose from the couch, glancing over my shoulder to see if Bethany’s sister had noticed me. She was still humming, seem

Lyra's Pov The ride back to the mansion was tense. I felt as though my thoughts were tied in knots, replaying Varg’s words about our intimate night over and over. The moonlight hung high in the sky, bathing the world in its soft glow, while Varg hummed along to the mellow tune playing softly on the stereo.He glanced at me briefly, his red eyes catching the moonlight in a way that made them gleam. His lips curved into a subtle, almost unnoticeable smile, and for a moment, his calm demeanor made me wonder if I was overthinking everything. Maybe, just maybe, things really were changing.“Your thoughts are racing,” he said, his gaze returning to the road. “Take a deep breath. Relax.”I bit my lip, wondering if he could somehow hear my thoughts. His red eyes flickered again, sharp yet soothing, and for a moment, I felt exposed. I shifted in my seat and looked away, focusing on the moonlight filtering through the trees as if that would drown out the chaos in my head.When the car finally