All Chapters of Their Precious Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Charlotte POV:I could feel his heated stares as I stuffed my face with a breakfast burrito. I savored every bite of season, juicy ground beef, melted shredded cheese, fresh lettuce, bites of baked chicken, some sort of sauce, that was all wrapped up in a soft tortilla. I think I'm stuffing my sixth one into my mouth. I couldn't remember the last time I've eaten this much. I couldn't remember the last time I've eaten before being kidnapped.Eating was a rare privilege that was given to me. I wasn't aloud to eat without his permission. No matter where I went, which wasn't a lot of places. Not at home, not on the rare chances where I had to leave home with him, I wasn't aloud to eat at school either. Not much because of him not allowing me to. It was more of them refusing to feed a fat, disgrace like me."Baby?" I peered up, mouth stuffed as I waited for Theós to continue. "Were you ever fed before we found you?"I shrugged with a swallow.His eyes narrowed, "Use your words baby."I hes

Charlotte POV:I munched happily on my sub as I half listened to the conversation that went on around me. This "cold cut" as they called it, is delicious. My ears perked at the sound of the loud crunches of the sandwich being eaten by me. I could taste everything. The slightly toasted bread, a mixture of chopped lettuce and sliced pickles, ham, salami, bologna, and the strange substance that they call mustard.I sadly gulped the chewed mess in my mouth, one of my now empty hands reached towards my favorite drink of all time. After I gulped down the sweet yellow drink, I turned my attention to the plate of brownies."Did you really put chunks of strawberries into the brownies?" I heard Aries ask as I plucked one from the pile."And if I did?" I bit into the chocolate treat, silently groaning at the mixture of sugary baked chocolate dough and gush of bittersweet fruit that exploded into my mouth. "It reminds me of her scent.""ʻO koʻu ala?" (My scent?). I question quietly with my mouth

"Did you really make him something? Cause he's going to hate you if he finds out that he messed up his "perfect" face for no reason?" I asked once Timothy left the room.He flashed me a teasing smirk while dumping fresh blueberry waffles onto a plate. "Don't tempt me brother.""Oh shut up and answer the question." I snapped back playfully."Yes, I made him something." His amusement quickly went away as he huffed to himself. "I didn't want to hear him whine and complain for the rest of the day that I didn't make him anything to eat. It gets annoying after a couple of hours."He doesn't need to tell me that. Sure, whenever Timothy feel like annoying someone, he'll turn his attention to Theós without hesitation. But there have been a few times, when he couldn't find his usual victim, he'll sink his teeth into me. Those long, annoying days where he's following me by the heels, chirpy voice switching to his slightly high pitch whine, hands dramatically waving the in the air to either captu

Theós POV:"Would you stop bouncing around." I grumbled out with an annoyed frowned. I was buried in paperwork and Timothy wouldn't stop bouncing in his seat. "If your not going to help me with this shit, then go help Aries with training.""Sorry! I just can't help it!" Timothy giggled, trying to cease his bouncing.I rolled my eyes, knowing that he really couldn't help it. If I haven't seen my mate for as long as he has, I would be bouncing off the wall. I wouldn't be able to contain the happiness and excitement that I would feel."I know," I sighed, trying to be understanding. "Just try and calm down. The bouncing is getting annoying."His bouncing stopped to him squirming as he nodded rapidly. "Sure thing Alpha sir!"Knowing that this was going to be as good as it gets, I turned my attention back to the piles of papers. This is one of the bad sides about being the Alpha King. When the problem is to big, or whenever someone's feels too entitled and stupid, there problems come to Ari

Charlotte POV:Munching to myself silently, I couldn't help but to think about my life so far. One moment, I wanted nothing but death. I didn't want to go on with my life, knowing that I would only receive pain for it. I try to do anything I was ask to. I would cook. I would clean. I wouldn't talk. I wouldn't fight. I would listen. I would do everything and anything I was told without question, without hesitation, in any way I possibly could. I would be on my hands and knees. Degrading myself, as I new that it would be my only purpose in the world. But I would still receive pain, by any way. It could be physical, emotional, or sexual. My life seem to revolve by nothing but pain, abuse, and misery.I wanted to end it all. I didn't see the point. What was the point of living when I do something wrong in the slightest way and get beat close to death? Why would I always linger close to the sweet relief that would take me away from the horrors of my life? It was not only unfair, it was d