All Chapters of Her Chosen Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Varg’s POVI climbed out of the car, my boots sinking into the scorched earth as I took in the remains of the Blackwood Pack’s territory. The air reeked of smoke and blood, the acrid scent of burnt wood thick in my lungs. Half of the pack’s home was nothing but smoldering ruins, blackened timbers standing like skeletal reminders of what had once been a place of safety.This had never happened before. Lucian and I had always protected the pack, watched over them, made sure no outside threat dared cross our borders. Yet now, looking at the devastation, it felt like all of our efforts had been for nothing.“This is bad,” Light murmured beside me, stepping over a fallen beam to kneel beside one of the injured wolves.“I can’t believe Thanos came right under my nose and did this,” Lucian muttered, his voice tight with barely restrained fury. He turned to face me, his brown eyes burning with frustration. “This is getting out of hand.”My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting int

Lyra’s POVThe pain in my arm was unbearable, and I winced as I tried to sit up. My gaze fell on the bandage wrapped tightly around it, shielding my broken bones from the air.I wished I could rip it off and toss it to the floor, but I couldn’t. This bandage was the only thing holding my arm together. I groaned as I finally managed to get out of bed, making my way to the window. Pushing the curtains aside, I let the morning sunlight flood into the room.The sky was a soft blue, dotted with puffy clouds, but from where I stood, I could see the charred remains of the burnt trees. The sight twisted my gut. Turning back to the bed, I was suddenly struck by the loneliness of it.Varg had left early this morning, so quickly that I barely had time to register his absence. So much had happened within the pack lately that I wondered if we’d ever have a normal life again.The door creaked open, and Bethany stepped inside, balancing a tray in her hands. She walked over to the table and carefully

Varg's POV“I'm sure she'll be fine, when she wakes up,” the doctor assured me as we both walked out of the room and into the hallway.“Thank you doctor, and please do whatever you can to ensure the injury doesn't get worst,” I said my voice filled with fear.“I'll try my best,” the doctor adjusted the bag on his hand. “But you have to keep watch on her.“I nodded and he turned and started walking off down the hallway. A sharp sigh escaped my lips and I found myself resting my hand on my waist as I stared straight up.I needed to do something and it had to be fast before Thanos get asses into the mansion and make things worst.“Dad, can I see mom?“ Justine voice pulled me from my thoughts and I turned to see him standing against the door, his hand already on the handle.“Of course you can my love,” I said trying to mutter a smile. “But right now your mom is on dose and she need to sleep so her arm can heal off.“Justine lowered his gaze sadness filled his eyes. “Dad, I'm sorry that I

Varg’s POVThe engine growled beneath my grip, the wheels churning against the dirt road as I pushed the car faster than necessary. The drive through the backwood pack was eerily silent, the dense trees pressing in on both sides like watchful sentinels. The further I went, the stronger the scent of damp earth and pine became, but there was something else beneath it, something rancid and old, like forgotten blood soaked into the roots of the land.Bethany’s mother’s house came into view, a weathered wooden structure that sat like a lonely ghost in the middle of the clearing. The shutters were slightly ajar, swinging with the breeze, and the porch creaked under my weight as I approached. The place wasn’t exactly welcoming, but I wasn’t here for comfort.Before I could knock, the door opened, revealing a young woman with piercing green eyes and dark, unruly curls that cascaded down her shoulders. Bethany’s sister. She looked at me with guarded curiosity, leaning against the doorframe.“W

Varg's POVMy initial plan was to walk up to the entrance of the mansion and stand before Bethany as she sneaked in, but the moment I stepped out of the room, I realized it wouldn't be a good idea.She thought no one knew what she had been up to, and I was going to let her believe that, for now. I walked down the hallway and approached the door to her room, a brown, furnished door that I never thought I would be grabbing the knob of until today.The door creaked softly as I pushed it open and stepped inside. I scanned the room for a chair and spotted one in the corner next to her closet. Walking over, I grabbed it and pulled it toward the window, where the cool breeze brushed against my skin.I crossed my arms, staring at the door as if it amused me, but that wasn't the case. My mind was filled with too much, and it would only take her pushing that door open for everything to explode.I heard footsteps, then the moment I had been waiting for. The door opened softly, and Bethany walke