All Chapters of Marriage First, Mate Second: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 142: See you soon ***Amber’s POV “Sophie, I’m so impressed with your progress,” I tell my friend, “You were amazing with those spells! How do you feel? Are you still doing ok with all of this?” Sophie and I are on our second lesson, and she has been performing incredibly well in casting magical defense spells. We went slowly at first, as I knew she was nervous and I didn’t want to overwhelm her. But as we progressed through the lesson and she gained confidence, she was able to deflect some of my more advanced spells with no problem at all. “I can’t believe that I’m saying this, but I am,” she replies with a grin, “Now I’m not even sure what I was so afraid of! This is fun! And I love knowing that there’s a way to defend myself that DOESN’T always include yelling for help and praying that somebody shows up quickly!” “I feel exactly the same way,” I tell her happily, “It gives me more confidence. It’s good to have a way to defend yourself! Speakin

Chapter 144: More battles ahead ***Amber’s POV “Here it is,” I announce, perhaps unnecessary, at the door of the warehouse, ”How do you want to do this? What’s the safest way in?” My husband looks at the building and sighs. He tries to see inside the window next to the door, but it’s covered in grime. He tries the door experimentally, but it’s locked, as expected. He then sighs, brow furrowed in concentration. “Stand back my love,” my mate says, as he braces himself, muscles tensed and ready for battle, “I’m going to have to break down the door. Everyone hang back until I know what we’re dealing with.” “I’m going with you,” Hope says firmly, “This is at least partly my fault, and you need backup. Besides, we don’t know what we’re dealing with. This could be a trap. And I am an expert in magical defense, after all.” “Not without me you don’t,” Colin says, equally as emphatically, “Two magical experts are better than one. Charlotte, you stay out her

Chapter 146: Darling Dora ***Levi’s POV “If that is what you think is best, grandmother, then of course I will,” I tell Dora, fighting to keep my voice from betraying my disgust at her suggestion, “Provided that you hold up your end of the bargain, of course. If you harm my family in any way at all, then all bets are off. And you know how I can be when people don’t keep their word.” I need for her to believe my threat And as no one was more feared than I when I served under my grandmother, It seems advantageous to remind her of my youth. When I was growing up my grandmother made me the punisher of our enemies, among other distasteful things. I hated the task. Hated what she made me become. I still do, and it pains me to think of it, even now. But I’ll do just about anything to convince her of my sincerity, as she holds the life of my wife and children in her hands. “It’s a deal then,” Dora replies with an evil smile, “I can’t wait to introduce you to Lady Laf

Chapter 148: The last witness*** Levi’s POV “Please, please stop,” Lenora pleads, “I don’t understand why you’re doing this!” I do understand, I think. They believe they’re eliminating the last witness to their crimes. Unfortunately for them, they are very wrong. “Are you ready,” I ask Elliot and Diego, and they nod in reply, “Let’s do this!” We burst into the room, guns drawn. We are apparently just in time, as Erick has a gun pointed at Lenora’s head. The other two, whose names appeared in Dora’s ledger, stare at us in surprise. Neither have weapons, and I can see the fear in their eyes. “Well, we meet again Levi,” says Erick evenly, “Don’t tell me you’re here for her. I can’t imagine why you would trouble yourself with Lenora. She’s no one you need to worry about.” “I am,” I affirm, keeping my weapon trained on his head, “She’s innocent, and you know that. She’s done nothing to you. Let her go.” The other two elders laugh at my sugg

Chapter 150: A direct order ***Amber’s POV “August, are you home,” my husband calls into the silent house, “I’ve been calling but you didn’t answer. Are you there?” As we peer into the darkness beyond, my mate and I look at each other in fear. But to our surprise, August emerges from the back door, covered in soil. And carrying a bouquet of roses, clearly freshly cut. “Hey guys, what’s going on,” he says, looking at us in confusion, “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you knock. I was gardening. I wasn’t expecting company. Is everything ok?” “No, it’s not,” my husband replies hurriedly, running to the back of the house to lock the door. Following his lead, I lock the front door as well. “August, you’re her next target,” I tell him gently, “We spoke to the woman who helped them escape. Sebastian told her that he’s coming to see you. Said you ‘owed him a favor’. That’s why we’re here. You’re not safe here.” “That may be true,” he says seriously, “But