บททั้งหมดของ His Warm-Blooded Mate: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

LILITH I learned at a young age that there was a difference between living and surviving. Living meant your life had a purpose. You found all types of emotions in it; happy, sad, love, loss, friendship, heartbreak, anger. Living meant you allowed yourself to push boundaries and limits. You went out into the world and faced it as if it were a new adventure. You enjoyed what life gave you, embraced the downs, and celebrated the ups. Surviving was very different. I would know. I wasn't living, I was surviving. Surviving meant going out there and seeing the world for what it really was; a cold place where people with soft skin and warm hearts had no place. I toughened out every day as if it were my last. Because living the life I was born into wasn't all sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns and I was okay with that. I made peace with it. Life wasn't easy, it wasn't meant to be but as long as I survived through

LILITH I fluffed my loose curls to add volume to them and then pushed the girls together making them look extra perky. My routine needed to be flawless because Goddess knew I needed the cash. Plus, it may or may not have inflated my ego a little knowing I was the highest-earning and most popular stripper in this club. Men always pined for what they couldn't get their hands on. I was that rare beauty they could look at, they could touch just enough to give me their money but once I was off stage they wouldn't get to see me again. It left them coming back for more and more each and every time. My lips split into the brightest grin I could possibly muster, white teeth glinting against the lights framing the mirror I sat in front of. The lingerie I wore consisted of a lacy bra and thong with my signature color — purple. Silver platform heels adorned my feet and violet lenses blocked my yellowish hazel eyes. I hated the color

LILITHI gritted my teeth against the pain, clenching my hands into white fists while resting them on the cold tiles that lined the wall. The sweltering heat of the shower couldn't even lull the pain inside of me. No matter how long I stood under the hot spray, it's was no use. A growl threatened to spill from my lips but I swallowed it, tampering it down.I had my good days and I had my bad days. Tonight was part of one of those bad days. Luckily, I didn't have the main performance tonight. Maybe I could get out of dancing to wait on tables. That would be more bearable. I nodded to myself, I would switch shifts with someone for the night. No one would say no because dancing always offered more money anyway. We were lucky enough to have girls willing to rotate and do whatever needed to be done.I stepped out of the shower with a wince, my arms, and legs a jittery mess. My head felt heavy from the constant

JULIAN I waited impatiently for dusk, where the shadows were long and I could conceal myself within them without the sun searing my skin. Sleep was a rarity for someone like me. We barely ever slept, once in every few days and it wasn't a blissful sleep either. This was my purgatory and I was beginning to adjust to it. Until she pulled the rug out from under my feet. What she said made sense. I couldn't deny the sensations that danced across my skin each time we touched. When I heard her scream last night it sent electricity straight to my heart, almost allowing it to beat in my chest again. Panic claimed my body in a vice grip and I couldn't get to the little she-wolf fast enough. Then the sight of her bones squirming beneath her skin caught my attention and I instantly knew what was happening. It was instinct. In the same way, I knew I needed blood for survival, I knew I had to get her out of there an

LILITHIt surprised me how much pull the mate bond had even though we hadn't sealed it. I guess all we had left was the actual mating since we couldn't mark one another. That made following the pull of the bond all that more easier. Where it led me, though, had my nostrils flaring in fury.I glared up at the apartment complex I knew housed Julian. He was in the building, I knew it. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. Julian didn't run from me like I originally suspected. No. He did something more cowardly than that.He hid from me.It left me wondering whether he wanted me as a mate. If I could get past him being a vampire, could he get past me being a werewolf? Right now it didn't seem like it and — if I were being completely honest — my self-esteem and ego may have taken a blow. Visually, I was appealing to most men. I knew this. I earned money off this. Relationships w