Semua Bab Her Chosen Mate: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Varg Pov "Seems more like the rumors got to you," Lucian said, clicking his tongue as he set the whiskey bottle on the table with a deliberate thud. His tone was calm, almost mocking, as though my words were nothing more than idle gossip to him.I stared at him, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Don’t play coy with me, Lucian. You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing? Using Lyra as a pawn in whatever twisted game you’re playing?”He leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms casually, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “And what exactly is it you think you know?” he asked, his voice smooth but laced with challenge. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re grasping at straws, Varg.”My fists clenched, the wood of the armrest groaning under the pressure of my grip. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid!” I growled, rising from the chair. “You’ve been sending her on missions, manipulating her to go after the Moon Pack, bit by bit, wolf by wolf. You’re trying to destroy

Varg's Pov “I don’t know where the fuck she is,” I snapped, storming into Jacob’s apartment. He was sprawled on the couch, the glow of the TV lighting up his face.He shifted upright, his expression turning serious. “Any leads? Did you talk to Lucian about it?”“Yes,” I growled through clenched teeth. “And all he did was admit that he sent Lyra out to do his shitty revenge work.” I sank onto the couch in the corner, tension rippling through every muscle in my body.Jacob shook his head, his face clouded with sympathy, but it only fueled the fire of my anger. “I’ll fucking kill him if I don’t find Lyra before the week is out.”Jacob sighed heavily, rubbing his hands over his face as if trying to piece together a solution. “I know you care about her, Varg, but I don’t want you doing something rash. It’s been days now, and she’s not in the Moon Pack. What if she ran somewhere Lucian wouldn’t think to look?”“I don’t know what to fucking think right now,” I muttered, my voice breaking un

Lyra's Pov The words hit me like a thunderclap, freezing me in place. My mind raced, the room spinning as if the walls were closing in. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head, my voice trembling. “That’s not possible. It can’t be.” She stepped closer, her eyes soft with sympathy but unflinching. “I’m sorry, Lyra. I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, but it’s true. Your scent has changed, it’s faint, but I can smell it. Your wolf must be protecting the pup, prioritizing its safety over everything else.” I clutched at my stomach instinctively, the weight of her words crashing down on me. Memories of my Varg filled my thoughts and then Lucian threat, I didn't want to think of what might happen if he knows I'm pregnant. He might want to kill me and the pup, my head was spinning. My thoughts were hunting, being pregnant for Varg would've been the best thing that had ever happened to me, if not for his brother and then Thanos. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t stop them from

Lyra's Pov I stood up from the bed after finishing my meal, picking up the tray and making my way out of the room toward the kitchen. The aches in my legs had disappeared, allowing me to walk faster, almost as if the pain had been a distant memory.The hallway leading to the kitchen was quiet, the silver plaque indicating its location glinting faintly in the light. As I walked, my eyes darted around, hoping to spot Light, or at least someone who could tell me where she was.Her sudden departure earlier had left me unsettled. The jealousy I’d seen in her eyes when I told her Varg was the father of my pup, it didn’t make sense. It felt like there was more to her reaction than I understood.When I entered the kitchen, a woman with dark hair neatly pulled into a bun was chopping carrots at the counter. She paused as she noticed me, quickly setting the knife aside and approached me to take the tray from my hands.“How was the meal?” she asked with a half-smile, her voice soft and kind.“I

Lyra's POV“Kim, how are you doing?” I asked softly, brushing a loose strand of her fiery red hair from her forehead and tucking it behind her ear.“I’m not fine,” she mumbled, her lips forming a slight pout. She shifted to rest her head on my lap, her small arms clutching her knees. “My dad won’t let me have ice cream. He’s too busy dealing with pack business to even care about me.”I smiled, brushing my hand lightly over her forehead and down to her temple. “I know how you feel, little pumpkin. But your dad is the alpha. It’s his responsibility to look after his people, even when it feels unfair.”She pouted harder, her frustration clear in her voice. “I wish he wasn’t an alpha. Then I’d be the luckiest girl in the pack.”I couldn’t help but laugh at her dramatic tone. I reached over and tickled her gently under her arm. She flinched, twisting to escape my fingers, laughter spilling out of her as she wriggled free.“Stop!” she squealed, darting away, but I chased after her, teasing