บททั้งหมดของ Warrior's human mate: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

LailaFrustrated, I shoved my laptop aside. Every attempt to focus dissolved into thoughts of everything that had happened at Montgomery’s house. Conversations with James, his mother—their words played on a loop in my head. I tried, truly, to shift my attention, but it was impossible.Screw it. I can’t work now.I reached for the werewolf book lying on my coffee table. If I were honest, I was more than curious. The book felt like a magical box just waiting to be opened, and I was a child again, wide-eyed with wonder. Only this time, the magic was real.I curled up on the sofa and began reading it page by page, completely absorbed. At some point, hunger reminded me I hadn't eaten, so I grabbed a late lunch, still glued to the text. It was fascinating—every detail of their hidden world, their customs, their instincts. A whole secret life playing out behind the veil of normality.So when the doorbell rang, I practically jumped out of my skin. I frowned, staring toward the door. Who could

JamesI woke up with a happy smile. The first thing I saw was my beautiful mate lying next to me. Despite all the cold, distant behavior she threw at me yesterday — crushing my hopes into dust — she did want me. And oh, I had her. I claimed her like a wild animal for hours.Goddess, I hope I didn’t hurt her.After months and weeks of denying the pull between us, I lost myself in her. I needed her in every way — every position — just to admire her from all angles. Her body was perfect. Slim, glowing, utterly irresistible. At least, that’s how she looked to me. I couldn’t get enough. It wasn’t just lust — part of it was my wolf. We had to mark every inch of her space. Make it ours.Laila lay there now, staring at the ceiling, clearly deep in thought. I watched her profile — her red, swollen lips, still bruised from my rough kisses. They were so enticing. I wanted to kiss them again.I greeted her softly. She looked me over, and just that look made me hard again. But then she bolted out o

LailaWe held each other all night. He didn’t try to push for anything se.xual, which I was genuinely grateful for. When I woke up first, still wrapped in his arms as he spooned me, I stayed still, not wanting to wake him. My thoughts wandered, drifting back over everything that had happened over the last few days—weeks even.I was lost in my daydreams when I felt James stir behind me.“Good morning,” he murmured in a husky voice, planting a kiss on my exposed neck. Goosebumps instantly raced down my spine, igniting a spark of desire.“What are you thinking about so hard this early in the morning?” he asked, nuzzling my neck and slowly coaxing reactions from my body.“I was actually wondering,” I said, blurting out the question that had been itching at the front of my mind, “what did you do so bad that you ended up with such a weak mate?”“What?” James pushed himself up on one elbow and gently rolled me onto my back so I’d face him.“You’re not weak! You’re perfect for me.”Sweet words

Laila The more days that passed, the more I adapted to my new life. Oddly enough, living with James in one room had become so natural that it felt as though it had always been this way. Finally, the weekend arrived, and we descended the stairs to join Fay in the living area. As we settled on the sofa, James wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. He was a touchy guy, but I didn’t mind at all—his constant affection was comforting and sweet. Maybe it was because I was alone in this country.James’s se.x drive, though, was on a whole different level. He’d explained that it was part of being a werewolf. But despite that, he was always a gentleman in bed—ensuring I came first before filling me up completely. I guess my confession about not being able to orga.sm during se.x had struck a chord with him, because lately, he’d been making sure I reached my peak—often multiple times. Now he would fu.ck me and then dropped down and licked me for a few minutes, then would pu

Laila About half an hour later, he announced we were heading to lunch. Apparently, everyone ate at a specific time in the dining hall.I was grateful James was with me.The moment we entered, the room fell silent. Every head turned. Every eye locked on me.Not us—me.I was the outsider. The odd one out. The ugly duckling. Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt like they were judging me with grunts and huffs —like I didn’t belong. Like they resented having to share their space with a weak human.Maybe I was freaking out without a reason as some smiled and some just kept on eating staying on neutral grounds. But still, I felt exposed.James nodded politely and led me to a buffet-style table. Thankfully, the food was served separately—meats here, vegetables there—so I could easily make a vegetarian plate.With our trays full, James pulled me toward a table surrounded by people I didn’t know—except one.I recognized his cousin from the charity ball. What was his name again?“Canis lupus,