Todos os capítulos de The Reawakened Mates and their Quintuplets: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Ardal“They make cute pups."I whirl around to see Jack has perched himself onto a fallen log. His hands move swiftly, scrawling a mark into the dense soil beneath him. He raises his head to meet mine and adds in a gravely tone, "It's good they're with their father, Ardal."I nod and cast my eyes down, feeling the heavy weight of the secret I'm keeping from Kadeem crash down onto my shoulders again.I break the silence with a half-formed thought. "I swear, though," I mumble, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Kadeem…” A knot forms in my stomach and I trail off.Jack fills the void, murmuring softly, “Remembers."I nod and look off into the distance. “Let’s not talk about him.”Jacks fiddles with the stick in his hand and we sit in silence for a moment before I attempt to address the tension between us."I really am grateful to you for this," I say as I find his e

ArdalMingan stops abruptly at the edge of the treeline, the only demarcation between the dark and light. Even with her vampire white pallor, she’s the very picture of innocence - but I don’t trust my eyes. Instead, the image of a rabid, fanged demon flashes in my mind, making me feel frozen with fear."Will she - eat me," I choke out."No, of course not," he laughs, as if that was the most ridiculous assumption ever uttered. “Then what the hell was this for,” I say, pointing at the raised cow on my hand."Some of them are - are dangerous," he says solemnly, "But I bring them blood, so we're on fairly friendly terms - and they're not out. Yet."Surely doctors had more honorable tasks. But he shrugs and smiles gently, as if it's nothing more than a professional courtesy, using his access to blood donations.I still can't move. The "yet," in his answer is giving me some trouble.I make a strangled attempt at a laugh. "Give me a shove then," I say, grimacing.He takes hold of my good h

ArdalJack's eyes are darting wildly in the forest around us. “Shhh,” he whispers in my ear. “Someone’s out here.” He drops his hand from my lips as I comply, obediently frozen in place, unsure of what to do. He inhales sharply and points to a juniper bush standing a few feet away. My muscles tense as I look from the juniper to woods ahead, my body prepared to bolt away - injured or not. If I have to crawl, I will, I think. But at the same time, I know logically, I have no chance of escape. When I don’t move, he hooks me gently, but hurriedly, under the arm. He pulls me into the shrubbery, pushing aside the soft, fragrant branches to conceal us inside like two foxes seeking refuge from a pack of wild hounds. I shut my eyes tight, a whimper nearly escaping my throat as Jack stiffens beside me. I have no idea what he senses out there, but terror oozes off him

KadeemKadeem’s heart clenched with dread as he watched Ardal go limp. Her skin drained to a chalky white and her eyes rolled back in their sockets.His grip on the children tightened in an effort to contain them while trying to remain composed himself. Erbao squirmed out of his grasp and shot towards Ardal.Kadeem lunged after him, grabbing hold of his shirt just before he would have reached her. The little boy, though brimming with angry tears, had no choice but to comply with his grasp."She's holding for now," Rayburn said grimly. His fingers remained pressed to her artery while he held her legs propped up with one arm.'Lucky for you,' Kadeem thought, ready to berate Rayburn, even as his chest heaved with the speck of relief.But their reprieve was fleeting.No sooner were the words out of Rayburn’s mouth when the sound of wild, feral animals ripping through the trees thundered towards them.“You've got to be kidding me," Kadeem hissed, shooting an angry glance up at the starry s

 ArdalKadeem pulls me onto his bed. The warmth of his skin against mine is like a blanket, cocooning us in our own little world. Every caress amplifies the sensation coursing through us until I'm almost overwhelmed with desire.He enters me and our bodies move together in a passionate rhythm while gentle rain beats against the windows.He grinds his hips harder against me, rattling the bed frame. The intensity builds and we're both lost in it - his soft moans in my ears, the rough feel of the