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Taming My Mate Chapter 41
HarperSix Months Later"Dear Saint," Harper leaned against the big tree Saint had become after the battle six months ago. "As you may know, I'm pregnant. The baby belongs to you, and sometimes when I sit here, I want to bawl my eyes out... Why did you have to go?"With quivering lips, Harper wiped away tears with her mittens. "I know it's a horrible thing to ask for... But sometimes... Sometimes I wish I could be where you are... I know I'm pregnant, and while I love our baby, I'm... I'm unsure how to do this on my own... How am I supposed to handle parenthood on my own?"Harper's eyes traveled to where Tanya and Jack were making snow angels, and then she blinked at Frida and Asher standing further away. Everyone seemed to have found their happiness. Everyone except Harper because she had lost it. She had lost Saint. And the pain was constant. It didn't come in waves. No. The grief made her want to constantly cry. Even now, Harper fought her tears. She was all alone and didn't
Taming My Mate Chapter 42
Harper was on a mission. She knew that the feeling of something calling her hadn't been imaginary. Whatever was out there on that icy lake had spoken to her soul and reached into her heart. Therefore, she threw on her clothes in the dark and snuck down the stairs while holding a lantern. Her mittens warmed her hands, her earmuffs covered her ears, and she wore a bomber jacket—Harper was ready. She carefully opened the door, hoping no one would hear her leave the castle behind. Tanja thought she was crazy, as did the rest of her friends. They thought losing her mate had driven Harper mad; maybe they were right, but Harper needed to get out there on the lake. The reason was that Harper believed in miracles. She was pregnant with Saint's child, which proved that blessings were real. Saint had told her nymphs couldn't have children, but here she was. Perhaps more incredible things could happen?Harper didn't know, but she had hope. It gave her the strength to walk through the sno
Taming My Mate Chapter 43
It should have felt awkward that Saint had come out of nowhere and plowed his way back into Harper's life. But it didn't. Even if they had spent months apart, all the feelings remained intact. The mate-bond sizzled between them as Saint pushed open the doors to the castle. No one else was awake, but the nymph made sure to shape-shift back into his more humane self. Harper was still caught in his beefy arms. She looked up into her mate's eyes and blushed. And even though she enjoyed the closeness, she wet her lips and forced herself to say, "You can put me down. I can walk up the stairs myself." "What if I don't want to?" Saint shot back with a smirk. "What if I want to keep you tucked safely in my arms and never let you go?" The playfulness in his eyes made little knots spread over her skin. Bees and butterflies buzzed in her belly. She hadn't seen Saint in forever. It made her weaker than usual to his silent charm. And her last resistance broke as she reached out her hand to
Taming My Mate Chapter 44 - The End
Epilogue Years Later Harper sat on the balcony, watching her and Saint's daughter, Caroline, playing in the big garden. She was laughing while their golden retriever chased her around a rose bush. "You can't catch me, Bobby! You're too slow!" BARK BARK!! A smile curled Harper's lips as she listened to Caroline's giggles. Her floral dress was dancing in the winds. And Bobby, the golden retriever, was trying his hardest to get to her. Life was great. Mating with Saint hadn't made Harper into an eternal creature. She wasn't immortal but had remained the same. Instead, finishing the mating ritual had bound Saint's life to hers, and they would die together. It meant Saint could finally rest the day Harper died of old age, which made him happy since he didn't want to keep living on forever without his beloved mate. "So it's here you're sitting all by yourself? Where is my invitation, huh?" Harper looked up, meeting Saint's brilliant smile. Now looking younger than her, Saint wa
Taming My Mate The Beginning
Harper sat up in her bed with her breath caught in her throat. Dark hair framed her cheeks, and her expression was haunted. Dreams of the same man had haunted her for the past three weeks. He had mischievous eyes and expressive eyebrows. Everything about him screamed sex, yet there was a depth to him that left Harper breathless every morning. The man had to be her mate. Harper's eighteenth birthday was coming up, and that was when the people in her werewolf family started dreaming of their mates. The moon goddess seemed to know Harper would be the most powerful with her true mate. Yet Harper couldn't fulfill the moon goddess's wish of finding him. Harper's father had promised her hand to another alpha. She was about to marry a werewolf she had never met. It made her stomach churn with unhappiness. Harper wanted to find her true mate, but sadly it wasn't what the kingdom needed. Another werewolf pack had threatened to attack the castle, and Harper needed to be mated to protect h
Taming My Mate Chapter 1
After talking with the prisoner, Harper entered the kitchen to find her father by the table. He lifted his coffee cup in a greeting and smiled at his beautiful daughter. "Good morning." Harper smiled back. "Good morning." "I have good news," her father told her. "I've arranged for a ball to happen on your birthday, and the Moon pack's alpha will send his three sons for you to pick and choose from." Still smiling, Harper sat down by the table. Her father had already prepared her coffee, knowing she woke around this time. "And they all have alpha potential?" Not that Harper cared. She didn't want to marry a man who wasn't her mate. It was what her father wanted, but her heart yearned for true love. Her father arched an eyebrow. "Why do you sound so sad? I thought you wanted to give up your future alpha position." "I do, and I don't," Harper admitted. "I want to finish studying at the university in the human world, but I also care about my pack. If my future husband is a bad perso
Taming My Mate Chapter 2
Saint's body had been in a slumber for over a decade. No access to food or water had turned him into a weak shell. His pride and muscles were gone, and he needed water and sex to recover his strength. He drew his knees to his bare, dirty chest for warmth with a sigh. Even though Saint didn't age, he felt like a ghost inside this cell. Lost. Forgotten. Never to be seen by the world again.The life of a prisoner didn't suit him. Saint had once been a powerful ruler who made women fall like flies right by his feet. He had been beautiful. Seductive and deceiving—someone you couldn't trust with your life.He had also been a conquerer. That's why the werewolves had locked him up in the first place. At first, Saint had laughed at being locked up. He thought someone would come to save him. But years passed, and no one ever came.Eventually, the lack of food had made Saint's body enter an eternal slumber. Now, he was perplexed about his awakening.That woman who had talked to him earlier...
Taming My Mate Chapter 3
Guilt and fear were washing over Harper in waves. She had just released the prisoner—what if he was dangerous? That realization made her heart thump erratically. Harper had made the reckless decision to free Saint in the heat of the moment. It seemed like what the moon goddess wanted.But what if Saint was dangerous?Even though Saint was dirty and malnourished, there was confidence in his eyes. It threw Harper off her game as she continued to wash the grime off his shoulders. Had Saint not been malnourished, Harper knew he would be a pretty big man if she were to judge from his height. Or maybe Saint was always thin?Regardless, Harper had never seen a man so skinny and broken. Perhaps she underestimated Saint, but he didn't look like he could hurt a fly. He was in grave need of food. Saint's ribs were visible. Even his blood veins were visible. Saint was sickly thin, and he had many bruises covering his arms. How Saint was still alive was a mystery to Harper.The man was obviou
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