Ava Hansley: The Werewolf King Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

“Hello, little mate," a sweeter, deeper, huskier voice murmurs near my earlobe, making me shiver with delight at how sensual his voice is.His aura is distinct. His voice is deeper than the king’s, but it is also more dangerous, deeper, huskier, and manly than Miller’s."Hello, my name is Demon, Miller Lycan Wolf," he greets me."Hello." I shudder in terror, expecting him to hurt me like that jerk."Oh, don’t be afraid, my little wolf. I am not like him, and I am sorry he is treating you this way," he says quietly, moving me closer to him."Stay away from me!" I scream."I like being around you. You’re mine," he says, tenderly biting my earlobe. I take a step back and shove him away. "No," I answer emphatically. "I don’t belong to you." He has a sad expression on his face as he looks at me.When he takes a step closer, my gaze is drawn to him. He is staring down at me with an intense gaze. Under his intense gaze, my body squirmed. He takes a step closer to me."MINE!" he growls posses

His presence both comforts and devastates me. I feel my heart beat, then wither, naked as a stone on the raging mattress, as the glorious full moon night slips through the window, dappling the flanks of this innocent who builds cages for the darling birds. Eat me, drink me; I’m thirsty and cranky. I travel back and forth to him, letting his fingertips strip the tatter flesh and cover me in his watery robe. This drenching garment, with its slithering stink and drowning ability.***MiaI am eating in the kitchen."Good morning," someone says.I stared Beta Scott in the eyes.I respond, "Good morning.""I apologize for bothering you," he says. His lips curled into a lovely smile."No, it’s fine. I’m done eating already," I say.He draw a chair and sit next to me."How are you liking it here so far?" He ask."It’s fine," I say, smiling.We were both happily conversing when the girls enter.Amira is my mate’s younger sister. She is so lovely and kind. We’ve been friends since I arrived, a

Mia.A scorching stare fell on my body. It’s so hot that I have to glance in the direction of the glare, and there he is, my mate. No, my despised mate. He’s looking me down with a nasty stare. His eyes are filled with resentment. I can tell he’s mentally cutting me up in his head. He’s overcome with wrath. What is Miller’s problem?Our gazes lock, but I quickly move away so I may dance with the guy. As we dance to the rhythm of the music, he holds my hips. He’s being thrown around the dance floor by none other than my mate before I realize it. He began repeatedly punching him in the face."She is my belonging. You have no right to touch what is mine," he roars, animalistic, giving up the power to his Lycan wolf."Stop!" I yelled at him. "What exactly is the source of your problem?" I question him.He comes to a complete stop and turns to face me. Everyone has stopped dancing and is focused on what is going on."Would you like to know? You’re mine, Mia," he growls possessively. "You a

Miller Jones, Lycan King.We both share the same bed. She’s naked and blissfully asleep in my arms. I take in her beauty, purity, and tranquility. I’m satisfied with the moment since I can feel her warmth radiating from her body. I gently kiss her forehead and whisper. She is very stunning. I keep looking and cherishing my mate. I never want to be with him. The mate who irritates and feels hostility toward her most. The mate that I want to kill. In my eyes, the mate seems to be an adversary. Her excitement hit me again as she twisted in my arms. It’s quite powerful, and it immediately causes my shaft to stand up. She’s torturing me.Miller, you’re finished. Nobody can protect you from her claws. What a cunning mate she is. Her scent continues to entice me. Even though I loathe it, I can’t help but want her. I want to take back what is rightfully mine, but my dumb ego will not let me. I’d like to worship her body. I want to satisfy her completely. I want to claim and mark her, making i

Everything is a deception.Her Jealousy.As I frown at the wolf, who has her hands all over my mate, my eyes flare with wrath and jealousy. My heart is pounding with scorn, and the heat is rising in my cheeks. I take a step forward, ready to battle for what is rightfully mine. I’m not going to let this wolf steal my mate.Miller is both mine and my mate. My wolf is also snarling in wrath. In my brain, I can hear her growl.I’m angry and lustful, and I can feel my paws emerging from my fingers, ready to scratch and assassinate that bitch.As he sneers at me, my partner can sense my murderous intent. As the desire to attack grows stronger, I try to take a few steps back. I attempt to control my rage and take a few deep breaths. I can’t help but growl loudly, attracting the attention of the pack members. Amira is also there.“Get away from him, and remove your filthy, nasty hand from what is mine.” My wolf growls and bares her teeth as she seizes my body. I hear gasps from the audience.