บททั้งหมดของ The Unchosen Mate: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Lo “Bullshit!” Jason roared from down the table. “You were planted here as a spy, weren’t you?” As if the antagonization was all Jaz--no, Jesamine, I corrected myself--needed to showcase the Alpha that lay dormant in her blood, her own eyes flash dangerously, their dark amber glowing as much as the gold in her twin’s, who had still refused to look at his mate during this whole exchange. “No!” she yelled back at Alpha Jason, unwilling to lower her tone, now raised to a dull roar. “I came here because my mother wanted out of a terrible marriage. She wanted out from a man who tortured his children and his wife for the sake of power.” At this, she glanced at her brother. His face was stone. “We escaped, but my mother was more fucked up than anybody knew at the time. From what my father did to her!”  Deidre gasped, her face turning fr

Perrin I was only one floor down from the top floor of the pack house. When I had seen enough--heard enough of her fucking deceit. Her damned betrayal. I had simply left. Out the door to the patio, using my rage of the moment to get the mere tip of a claw out to climb the side of the building towards my open window.  It wasn’t my best escape plan. But there wasn’t enough room for everyone in that tiny room anymore. It was stifling. Besides; I had heard the worst. Nothing more could have changed what she was. Who she had been and what she had done. To my surprise, I was calm. Too

EthanPerrin hadn’t spoken for several long moments. I had told him everything about what happened after he left the dining room. About Jesamine’s departure, Justin’s confession; all of it. He had stood motionless, staring out the window. At the very least, I would have thought he felt joy. But he hadn’t moved. Hadn’t said a word. Could wolves go into shock?“Perrin? Helloooo?”His head snapped up as if he hadn’t been paying attention. “Did you even hear a word that I said?”His brow furrowed. “I did.”“And you’re not ecstatic that you get your life back because…”

Perrin Her lips were warm and soft, her movements delicate and tentative at first, as if shy that she should press her tongue against mine with too much force, too much need.  But that was impossible. She could never be too shy, or too bold. And my need was equal to her own. She was perfect, and I murmured so against her lips as I summoned her to me, pulling her gently into my body. She broke away briefly, concern in her eyes. I had sensed it correctly; she was worried. “Don’t be,” I murmured to her, my hands deep in her satin hair, eager to feel every strand of the silvery threads that adorn her beautiful face. She touched her lips as if to admonish how forceful they had been against mine, and I pulled them away, eyes falling to her beautiful mouth. “I want you to kiss me. Just like

Perrin The hours of the night I spent with Lo passed too quickly. While my mind told me that we’d have forever and then some to spend together, my body felt otherwise. Wrapped in each other’s arms until the quiet hours of the early morning were the most alive I had ever felt. We drifted at some point to sleep, awakened by the abrupt and pointed coughs of Marge as she opened the Archives, doubtlessly having a clear understanding of what the books had seen last night in her absence. We giggled like little kids, stuffing our limbs into clothing and running out the front doors like little kids, hand in hand and nearly tripping over each other. But bursting outside into the morning light didn’t give me the fresh air my lungs needed; only Lo could do that. Breathe into me the life I hadn’t been living until now.